The second time I encountered the dish was in cooking school. It stands out in my mind because I got paired up with this woman known to my class as "the Evil Midget". I don't think she was legally a little person but she was just angry all the time. Maybe about being called "the Evil Midget".
THE GRILLING IS A LIE! THIS IS STEAMED!
Ah, yes! But the foil packet is grilled for that amazing grilled foil packet taste! Just like Mom used to make.
Before she left, I mean.
A nice way to eat Brussels sprouts by allowing them to be appreciated for what they are instead of obliterating their flavor and texture to deliver Thai-Chili-Balsamic-Bacon glaze as is so popular these days.
Now, tossing in the Paradigm Brewing Company’s restaurant into my simple plan for Saturday shouldn’t have been a big deal. It was close enough to the festival and we could just hit it on the way there. I still had to go to the event even though it was no longer my purpose for the day. Honestly, if we had stopped on the way, my best laid plans probably would have worked out perfectly.
But we didn’t. Ya’ll saw that coming, right?
263??? I’m totally calling bullshit. It’s not physically possible. Yes, while I did go hog wild over the weekend, I stayed at 1300 calories per day for the rest of the week. That means on Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I would have needed to consume roughly 12,100 calories per day to offset what I did on the first 4 days of the week and have enough excess energy to store as 6 pounds of fat. So yeah, bullshit. Six pounds of bullshit.
No. I have no idea how many calories are in this dish, nor do I care. This was the Potroast of Defiance, after all. No recipe. No plan to film. No setting up cameras. Just me and my food, doing our thing. The photos were an afterthought. I originally named this "Delta 8 Roast" because just like potroast, there's no actual pot in it, but no one seemed to get the joke
