Day late, dollar short. Week late, day early. However you spin it, there’s a method to my madness. Well, not really a method, but a reason.
This post was intended to happen last week, and the week got crazy. So why not post it tomorrow, on a Thursday? Because something beautiful is about to happen friends… booze and cookies!
I’m launching an all out Holiday – two weeks of cookies and boozy cocktails, starting tomorrow. But I love this recipe so much that I couldn’t just let her fall by the wayside. So here she is, in her beer, cheesy, glory!
When I looked back on all my football foodie posts, I couldn’t believe that I hadn’t touched on potato skins! Like anyone would pass up a hollowed out shell of the mighty carb queen, filled with cheese, bacon, and other sinful delights!
No Super Bowl spread would be complete without a mass of cheese disguising itself as a dip, so here she is! This fondue-like mess is chalk full of yummy bits- jalapeños, chorizo, cilantro and tomatoes, just to name a few.
Do you ever feel alive? Like truly alive? I’m not talking about jumping out of a plane, or your wedding day, or watching the World Series from the dugout… I’m talking about those little moments.
For me it’s hiking with the boy and his dog, hearing a melody that gives me shivers, giving someone a hug and meaning it, seeing a sunrise like it’s for the first time, drinking a beer that makes my taste buds dance, smiling at someone that you can tell needed it. I bring this up, because in making this dish, I was standing over a pan of peppers and onions, and another with beer and brats, and taking in the smells, I thought, “Man, this is living.” I love those little moments, the ones that they don’t make cards about, that can’t be truly captured, those tiny, fleeting, beautiful moments. That’s why I love cooking. And that’s why I do this blog.
Sorry for waxing poetic… it’s just one of those days 🙂
Now give me the meat and beer!
Another Valentine’s Day is upon us, and before you go gettin all surly about whatever state your love life is in (or out), may I suggest celebrating this holiday with other intentions. Rather than scoffing at the ladies who get flowers in your office, or the heart shaped balloons floating over-head, or tacky lingerie with feather boas that line the racks, let’s use today as a reminder of all the people in our lives that maybe we’ve forgotten to show love. Who couldn’t use a little extra love, a smile, a thank-you, a “hey, thanks for listening to my crap all day long,” or the like? And of course, oh, of course, couldn’t these same people use an extra special meal in their lives?!
This dish of pork love is a showstopper, and paired with a gorgeous salad, which I’ll be sharing Thursday, and some creamy Mac n Cheese, which I’ll be sharing next week, it’s a meal fit for a king or queen.
Pulled pork is one of those nostalgic dishes that reminds me of the house I grew up in. Giant batches of my mother’s pulled pork would sit in the freezer until we couldn’t take it anymore, and would devour the lot.
This pulled pork sandwich features… you guessed it, BEER!
Nothing about this recipe is particularly difficult but it is a long process. Don’t let that dissuade you from tackling this yummy little sandwich. The processes can actually help you, come game days. Make the pulled pork a day ahead, along with the sauce, which will keep up to a week in the fridge. The cornbread could also be made ahead and grilled prior to serving.
An odd thing happened when I sat down to write this post… I had no idea what to say. What do you say about one of the greatest taste experiences on the planet? Thank God for a world of flavors and cuisines, and thank God for the people who turn us onto them – pretty much all I came up with.
One of the funniest people I know also happens to be our work Bánh Mì fairy. The first time I enjoyed one of these simple sandwiches, I fell in love. Simple, beautiful flavors – salty, sweet, spicy, clean… amazing. Give me bread, meat and cilantro and I’m a happy girl.
What’s better than eating a mound of bacon and drinking a beer?
Pause for audience participation…
Nothing? Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Unless of course, we’re talking about a way to SPREAD that goodness.
I first heard about Bacon Jam through Skillet Street Food. These guys rock around the mean streets of Seattle and deliver some serious food to the fine people of the Northwest.
For me, these balls are a lot like the recent NFL combine – during the off-season you gotta find next seasons talent, or at least make it bearable until Fall. I’m ever on the hunt for perfect gameday fare – and I, ladies and gentleman, have struck culinary gold!