Another Damn Food Blog

In yet another excuse to torture some innocent metaphors, while discussing egg cookery.

I hadn’t planned on making pork chops last night. I assumed I’d be cooking something seafood-related since she’s dieting again and doesn’t get tempted by fish. But halfway through our grocery run, she suggested pork chops for dinner.

Once the mise en place was done, the Offspring was collected and we headed off to the Autumn Equinox festival at Saint Arnold’s brewery. The festival started at six, so we were going to grab dinner there first and then hit the festival which is exactly what we did.

I’m a huge fan of Monster Ultra Peachy Keen. I love the artificial peach flavor, the fact that it’s only 10 calories, and, of course, all those ingredients that end in “ine.”

Overall, the fried green tomatoes turned out fairly well. As mentioned in the video, the iron skillet was a mistake, at least in that context. I was using it on one of those portable induction burner things and apparently the induction bit is only about 6 inches in diameter, and...

We almost didn’t make it this year, which I think would have been bad for both of us. We’re still dealing with the aftermath of Hurricane Beryl: physically, emotionally, and financially. If not for the Offspring taking care of the house and the dog, we probably wouldn’t have gone.

The definition I worked from is this: “a deep-fried free-form amalgam of thick batter or slack dough, overloaded with non-batter or dough ingredients, often fruit or vegetables, served warm. May be either sweet or savory, depending on the purpose.”

The plan for the July 4 meal was simple. Porkbelly. Baby back ribs, both of which I got on sale several months ago and have been sandbagging for this very day. As stated, porkbelly is new and honestly, baby back ribs are not exactly well explored territory for me.

In a gross oversimplification, Vietnamese or Houston or Viet-Cajun style crawfish is basically Louisiana style, with Asian flavorings added, boiled with different sides, and then coated with terrifying yet glorious amounts of butter and garlic when done.

Black coffee is better than no coffee and tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. All you really have to worry about today is keeping gas in the tank, food in your belly, and the lights on. Everything else is gravy.