Frostillicus
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We shoudl just ban this guy. Can't be bothered to make any picks, then promises a story and only checks in to tease the story.
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Foodapalooza - the longest food draft of all time - The beef finally arrives in rounds 51 & 52 (1 Viewer)
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krista4
Footballguy
Round 43 - Hot Breakfast - Bodega BEC (bacon egg cheese) on a hard roll, extra salt & pepper, bit of hot sauce if they have it available but don't ask if they don't have it because the guy will just get pissed at you
He's got a lot of people behind you, so c'mon pal let's go
He's got a lot of people behind you, so c'mon pal let's go
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Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
Round 44 - Hot breakfast - Cream of Wheat pancakes
I thought those were going to be kinda average, but they are really rather tasty.
I thought those were going to be kinda average, but they are really rather tasty.
wikkidpissah
Footballguy
Rd 44 - Johnnycakes with duck confit, hot breakfast
Still reeling over k4's snipe of Biscuits & Gravy in the 1st breakfast round, so my revenge will be to fashion a better breakfast item.
I loooove johnnycake. As much better than regular flapjacks as corn makes a better tortilla than flour.. My Gramma made pancakes pretty much every damn day. Breakfast meant a whole lot more in late summer when the corn would come in and she'd mix flour, cornmeal and use freshly-shaved corn (and its milk) and a wee dram of AAA Extra Fancy (the most-refined tincture of maple sugaring - so purely sweet your teeth would ping when you ate it) syrup in her batter. Turned pancake into birthday cake.
So there's that, now what's the kicker? Well, i saw a fella from BBQ country on a food show last week who put pulled pork between pancakes and added a smoke element to the syrup. I immediately thought johnnycake would go so much better than flapjacks in that recipe and that got me to thinking. But the association with my Gramma made me want to keep it in the Vermont/Quebec culinary vernacular.
When the Quebecquois wanna pimp sumn, they add duck. Me Da's family are from the southern end of Lake Memphremagog (Abenaki for "beautiful waters"), 5 miles of which is in VT, 30 miles of which is in QUE. The day after our reunions on the old farm, the tradition was to take our peeps from Newport up to Magog for the day. One aunt had married a Magoger and our uncles had all sown their wild oats with French Canuck girls up there, so there were lots o' memories to relive.
And in Magog they pimp their poutine (the region's most famous dish - french fries, cheese curds & gravy) with confit of duck leg. You will eat few things richer than duck poutine. So, ima pimp my MegaBreakfast johnnycake with a layer of duck confit amid two Shawneecakes (the original name) and a little more on top. Egg optional atop that and a cup of Wikkid Family Grade B maple syrup (the smokiest, foodiest variety) spiced up with a few red pepper flakes on the side. Eat it, Miss Krista!
Still reeling over k4's snipe of Biscuits & Gravy in the 1st breakfast round, so my revenge will be to fashion a better breakfast item.
I loooove johnnycake. As much better than regular flapjacks as corn makes a better tortilla than flour.. My Gramma made pancakes pretty much every damn day. Breakfast meant a whole lot more in late summer when the corn would come in and she'd mix flour, cornmeal and use freshly-shaved corn (and its milk) and a wee dram of AAA Extra Fancy (the most-refined tincture of maple sugaring - so purely sweet your teeth would ping when you ate it) syrup in her batter. Turned pancake into birthday cake.
So there's that, now what's the kicker? Well, i saw a fella from BBQ country on a food show last week who put pulled pork between pancakes and added a smoke element to the syrup. I immediately thought johnnycake would go so much better than flapjacks in that recipe and that got me to thinking. But the association with my Gramma made me want to keep it in the Vermont/Quebec culinary vernacular.
When the Quebecquois wanna pimp sumn, they add duck. Me Da's family are from the southern end of Lake Memphremagog (Abenaki for "beautiful waters"), 5 miles of which is in VT, 30 miles of which is in QUE. The day after our reunions on the old farm, the tradition was to take our peeps from Newport up to Magog for the day. One aunt had married a Magoger and our uncles had all sown their wild oats with French Canuck girls up there, so there were lots o' memories to relive.
And in Magog they pimp their poutine (the region's most famous dish - french fries, cheese curds & gravy) with confit of duck leg. You will eat few things richer than duck poutine. So, ima pimp my MegaBreakfast johnnycake with a layer of duck confit amid two Shawneecakes (the original name) and a little more on top. Egg optional atop that and a cup of Wikkid Family Grade B maple syrup (the smokiest, foodiest variety) spiced up with a few red pepper flakes on the side. Eat it, Miss Krista!
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heckmanm
Footballguy
I should try a sausage/green olive/anchovy pizza while wearing a BP cuff, just to watch the numbers rise
heckmanm
Footballguy
shuke
Black Ice Skeptic
I used to go to the Kentucky Derby ever year with a group of friends. We'd go for the weekend, and of course party hard Friday night, because I guess we thought that was a good idea before getting up in the morning and drinking all day at the Derby.
One year, in the early 2000's, my one buddy really overdid it Friday night and was a complete mess Saturday morning. We all went out to breakfast on the way to Churchill, but he opted to sit in the parking lot while we ate. He decided to go to the convenience store next door and get a Big Red while he waited.
So we finally get there, had to walk the typical mile or two from where we parked, and entered through one of the gates. If you've never been there, there aren't a lot of entrance gates, and all morning/early afternoon all of the entrances are pretty crowded. Once you get through the entrance, there are areas where you are walking shoulder to shoulder with people to where you need to go. While walking in a big crowd, I hear my buddy start to moan and I look over and he's got his hand over his mouth and his eyes are a mile wide. I knew what was about to happen.
Now the thing with the Derby, you've all seen pictures of all the celebrities and fancy looking people with their fancy clothes and extravagant hats. Well, Churchill doesn't discriminate at its entrance gates. So all those fancy people have to go through the same gates as all us schlubs who are going to the infield.
As soon as I look over, I see that Big Red coming through my buddies fingers in a violent spray, like a fire hose, and all over some nice young lady who was maybe 8 inches in front of him and wearing a beautiful pure white dress. It ended up looking like some kind of bad red/pink/white tie-dyed job.
That poor woman.
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Eephus
Footballguy
44. Eggs Benedict (hot breakfast)
I'm not a brunch guy. I can't get out of the house without coffee and the idea of waiting in line for overpriced eggs doesn't appeal to me. If we do go out for breakfast, nine times out of ten it'll be for dim sum rather than brunch. But for that one time, eggs benedict is usually what I order because I never make it at home. It's a nice dish but it's a bit overly complicated and nobody else here likes poached eggs.
I'm not a brunch guy. I can't get out of the house without coffee and the idea of waiting in line for overpriced eggs doesn't appeal to me. If we do go out for breakfast, nine times out of ten it'll be for dim sum rather than brunch. But for that one time, eggs benedict is usually what I order because I never make it at home. It's a nice dish but it's a bit overly complicated and nobody else here likes poached eggs.
Eephus
Footballguy
We changed that to cheese because I figured out 35 rounds ago that we collectively have no guilt.
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
Finally! Pie is up.
Round 45 - Fresh Strawberry Pie (from the House of Pies)
Some of you may remember when this was a chain restaurant. When they went under, the local Houston franchisee bought the rights to the name, etc. He is back to expanding the chain after all this time. The food is just okay, but the pies are quite delicious. I do love the fresh strawberry goodness. All that wonderful fresh fruit in that flaky crust. Delightful.
Round 45 - Fresh Strawberry Pie (from the House of Pies)
Some of you may remember when this was a chain restaurant. When they went under, the local Houston franchisee bought the rights to the name, etc. He is back to expanding the chain after all this time. The food is just okay, but the pies are quite delicious. I do love the fresh strawberry goodness. All that wonderful fresh fruit in that flaky crust. Delightful.
Ron Swanson
Footballguy
Ah, yes. OHOP. I fondly remember the Kirby location but shudder when I think about the one on Antoine over by Inwood. That place was terrifying in the late 90's. Many a late night mayhem there.
Drunken knight
Footballguy
Drunken knight
Footballguy
43: hot breakfast- dutch baby (puff pancake)
44: non-alcoholic cold bev- orangina
45: sandwich: lamb french dip
46: pie: boston cream (not sure if mentioned)... thought about this before
44: non-alcoholic cold bev- orangina
45: sandwich: lamb french dip
46: pie: boston cream (not sure if mentioned)... thought about this before
krista4
Footballguy
Round 45 - Food I hate - C’loupe
I refuse even to type the name of this evil melon. I won’t type it, won’t eat it, won’t smell it, won’t look at it, won’t eat anything that’s even been near it, and regularly quiz the other members of a fruit cup to ensure that they haven’t been palling around with it behind the scenes. Truly vile.
I refuse even to type the name of this evil melon. I won’t type it, won’t eat it, won’t smell it, won’t look at it, won’t eat anything that’s even been near it, and regularly quiz the other members of a fruit cup to ensure that they haven’t been palling around with it behind the scenes. Truly vile.
Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
I feel that way about cranberries. Ick. Green beans that have been contaminated with them are espescially vile. Don't even talk to me about Thanksgiving.
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Mister CIA
Footballguy
Mister CIA
Footballguy
krista4
Footballguy
I actually did eat one of those once thinking it was orange or something else palatable. Nearly vomited. Not that I've had jelly beans in years, but from that point on I wouldn't eat any orange-tinted ones just in case.
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Mister CIA
Footballguy
As previously hinted at ...
Round 44: Orange Julius, cold non-alcoholic beverage.
Simpler times, I tell you.
Round 44: Orange Julius, cold non-alcoholic beverage.
Simpler times, I tell you.
Mister CIA
Footballguy
Back in my high school daze we had a smoking alley between the main building and the gym/auditorium. We smoked tobacco and other things and, predictably, I spent a small fortune on these in the cafeteria.
Round 45: Tastycake Tasty Klair, pastry
Round 45: Tastycake Tasty Klair, pastry
wikkidpissah
Footballguy
One of my best friends growing up died this morning (RIP, JR), so i'm going to use my pick today to reminisce about another.
i was a wiseass pipsqueak as a kid in MetroBoston and i loved the hustle, which was a bad combination. When i was 10, i started a club in a corner of an abandoned warehouse where kids could hang out among stolen street signs and other contraband with which i decorated it, smoke, look at dirty pictures i had collected, plan the odd prank. i charged dues, which i preternaturally knew that i could raise exponentially because of the blackmail factor. It was a topnotch hustle for someone my age, but it had its risks. competition, angry older brothers of victims, etc. i needed an enforcer.
Wayne was a ginormous Portuguese kid who i had rescued from the Irish Taunt Mafia in the schoolyard on a few occasions. i'd also brought him along to my uncle's CYO boxing class so he could learn to use his mass to some advantage and he quickly gained physical confidence. Anyway he'd always come to my cafeteria table & overlaugh at all my wisecracks and i knew i had to turn annoyance into advantage, so i made him my Mongo so i could order him around and not feel bad.
With Wayne behind my right shoulder at all times, Secret Club dues rose precipitously into pure blackmail and strongarming. After we found a girl to give a peep show, we pretty much had all the lunch money in Jamaica Plain. I was moved out to the suburbs a couple years later and, when i found myself taking a train back to the ol' neighborhood, it was sad, loyal Wayne i visited almost as much as my aunties.
Fast forward a decade. My gf had just volunteered me to put together a benefit concert for one of her political causes and my CYO uncle was working for Boston Parks & Recs and finagled use of Roxbury's White Stadium. I got lucky on some calls and booked not only Boston's hottest local act at the time (James Montgomery Band, who had just blown the Eagles New England debut off the stage a month before - a favorite r&r story) and a couple of national names and had sold the place out. Unfortunately, about 10,000 people showed up for 3,000 seats on show nite and we had only me, my gf, Wayne, my uncle and a janitor manning the show. We decided to open the gates and were able to avoid a disaster, which caught the eye of a local promoter who was in one of the national bands' entourage and he offered me a job. Soon i was out on tour w Bonnie Raitt and others.
One of the 1st things i realized on tour was what a mess drug use made of these travelling circuses. The losses in casual expenditure, man hours lost to chasing drummers hunting smack in new towns and law enforcement jackpots were tremendous and, LSS, my suggestion of a tour pharmacy made great sense to my boss, who'd started out booking Delta bluesmen in colleges mostly cuz he just had to pay bills for an ol man, his dobro and his bottle.
Who to run it, tho? I immediately flashed on my pal Wayne as the most loyal, powerful and inscrutable person i knew, so i had him running the whole thing out of a Kustom amp head. That it was a brief success was almost as amazing as that Wayne never let that amp head get stole, and he & i made a fortune in kickbacks from "distributors".
Wayne moved out to Salem and was at my door virtually every day, looking for some way to serve. It's nice having a bodyguard - dont let nobody tell you different. I let him as far in on things as i could and that filled him with joy & purpose. He was there after i got drummed out of the biz for poaching a client, was there thruout the social program i started up as my new project with just a few bucks from city fathers, helped my friend CC run my party/practice house without ever asking to move in, was always ready with the car when i gravitated back to the entertainment scene on a local level. My Mongo ended up one of the best friends i ever had.
When Wayne heard i was chucking it all for my HS sweetheart (who he adored and stayed in touch with longer than he did me) and her New Mexico commune. he took a job thru his family in the burgeoning nuclear industry in NC. My sweetie and i often joked about the concept of him smashing atoms by hand. Crusty bugger, i dont know if he's alive or dead, but today's events sent my memory back to him.
Wayne's favorite reward for a day's work well done was to hear me say "Let's go to the Vez". The only 24hr diner in the area, out on ol Rte 1, had his favorite sammich in the world, Rd 45, Veal Parmesan smothered with Italian cheese and goo, on a great hard roll - sandwich. I'd hold up two fingers to the waitress and point at him and she would bring one Parm to him with my order, then go back to the counter and fetch a second one, cuz big Wayne would have the 1st one et by the time she returned. I dont know if i'd have wanted life to be as simple as putting satisfaction on my Mongo's face at the Danvers Diner a few times a week, but this morning it sounded like a pretty dam good idea. Big ups, pal.
i was a wiseass pipsqueak as a kid in MetroBoston and i loved the hustle, which was a bad combination. When i was 10, i started a club in a corner of an abandoned warehouse where kids could hang out among stolen street signs and other contraband with which i decorated it, smoke, look at dirty pictures i had collected, plan the odd prank. i charged dues, which i preternaturally knew that i could raise exponentially because of the blackmail factor. It was a topnotch hustle for someone my age, but it had its risks. competition, angry older brothers of victims, etc. i needed an enforcer.
Wayne was a ginormous Portuguese kid who i had rescued from the Irish Taunt Mafia in the schoolyard on a few occasions. i'd also brought him along to my uncle's CYO boxing class so he could learn to use his mass to some advantage and he quickly gained physical confidence. Anyway he'd always come to my cafeteria table & overlaugh at all my wisecracks and i knew i had to turn annoyance into advantage, so i made him my Mongo so i could order him around and not feel bad.
With Wayne behind my right shoulder at all times, Secret Club dues rose precipitously into pure blackmail and strongarming. After we found a girl to give a peep show, we pretty much had all the lunch money in Jamaica Plain. I was moved out to the suburbs a couple years later and, when i found myself taking a train back to the ol' neighborhood, it was sad, loyal Wayne i visited almost as much as my aunties.
Fast forward a decade. My gf had just volunteered me to put together a benefit concert for one of her political causes and my CYO uncle was working for Boston Parks & Recs and finagled use of Roxbury's White Stadium. I got lucky on some calls and booked not only Boston's hottest local act at the time (James Montgomery Band, who had just blown the Eagles New England debut off the stage a month before - a favorite r&r story) and a couple of national names and had sold the place out. Unfortunately, about 10,000 people showed up for 3,000 seats on show nite and we had only me, my gf, Wayne, my uncle and a janitor manning the show. We decided to open the gates and were able to avoid a disaster, which caught the eye of a local promoter who was in one of the national bands' entourage and he offered me a job. Soon i was out on tour w Bonnie Raitt and others.
One of the 1st things i realized on tour was what a mess drug use made of these travelling circuses. The losses in casual expenditure, man hours lost to chasing drummers hunting smack in new towns and law enforcement jackpots were tremendous and, LSS, my suggestion of a tour pharmacy made great sense to my boss, who'd started out booking Delta bluesmen in colleges mostly cuz he just had to pay bills for an ol man, his dobro and his bottle.
Who to run it, tho? I immediately flashed on my pal Wayne as the most loyal, powerful and inscrutable person i knew, so i had him running the whole thing out of a Kustom amp head. That it was a brief success was almost as amazing as that Wayne never let that amp head get stole, and he & i made a fortune in kickbacks from "distributors".
Wayne moved out to Salem and was at my door virtually every day, looking for some way to serve. It's nice having a bodyguard - dont let nobody tell you different. I let him as far in on things as i could and that filled him with joy & purpose. He was there after i got drummed out of the biz for poaching a client, was there thruout the social program i started up as my new project with just a few bucks from city fathers, helped my friend CC run my party/practice house without ever asking to move in, was always ready with the car when i gravitated back to the entertainment scene on a local level. My Mongo ended up one of the best friends i ever had.
When Wayne heard i was chucking it all for my HS sweetheart (who he adored and stayed in touch with longer than he did me) and her New Mexico commune. he took a job thru his family in the burgeoning nuclear industry in NC. My sweetie and i often joked about the concept of him smashing atoms by hand. Crusty bugger, i dont know if he's alive or dead, but today's events sent my memory back to him.
Wayne's favorite reward for a day's work well done was to hear me say "Let's go to the Vez". The only 24hr diner in the area, out on ol Rte 1, had his favorite sammich in the world, Rd 45, Veal Parmesan smothered with Italian cheese and goo, on a great hard roll - sandwich. I'd hold up two fingers to the waitress and point at him and she would bring one Parm to him with my order, then go back to the counter and fetch a second one, cuz big Wayne would have the 1st one et by the time she returned. I dont know if i'd have wanted life to be as simple as putting satisfaction on my Mongo's face at the Danvers Diner a few times a week, but this morning it sounded like a pretty dam good idea. Big ups, pal.
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wikkidpissah
Footballguy
have you ever heard legendary clarnettist/standup comedian Pete Barbutti's story about Tastycakes & Canadian Customs?
ETA: found it!
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Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
RD 44: PIZZA TOPPING - ARTICHOKE HEARTS
I don't like too much stuff on my pizza - I want to focus on the crisp yet with a chew crust and sauce (no edge). Right amount of cheese - not too much, not too little.
my "go to" is pepperoni, sausage and mushroom - BUT when I want to mix it up - I'll throw some artichoke hearts on there - love them.
fav "change it up combo" - white sauce, artichoke hearts, roasted garlic and sun-dried tomatoes
something slightly resembling this
I don't like too much stuff on my pizza - I want to focus on the crisp yet with a chew crust and sauce (no edge). Right amount of cheese - not too much, not too little.
my "go to" is pepperoni, sausage and mushroom - BUT when I want to mix it up - I'll throw some artichoke hearts on there - love them.
fav "change it up combo" - white sauce, artichoke hearts, roasted garlic and sun-dried tomatoes
something slightly resembling this
Frostillicus
Footballguy
45 - Pie - Blueberry Pie with sugar on top.
I already took the best pie, French Silk, but this is the second best. And the purple is very pretty.
I already took the best pie, French Silk, but this is the second best. And the purple is very pretty.
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Frostillicus
Footballguy
43 - cold non-alcoholic beverage - Mountain Dew (real sugar)
44 - cold non-alcoholic beverage - Chocolate Malt
44 - cold non-alcoholic beverage - Chocolate Malt
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
btw: TITLE
I can't think of a real "pastry sandwich" that wouldn't be good (WITHIN REASON)
I can't think of a real "pastry sandwich" that wouldn't be good (WITHIN REASON)
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Eephus
Footballguy
45. Chitlins - Food I Can't Stand
I'll eat just about anything and strive to be respectful of culture but I draw the line with chitlins. There was no place to hide from the smell when my future mother-in-law would cook them in the upstairs flat. Thankfully she doesn't make them anymore but occasionally one of her friends from church would bring a plate over. There's not enough hot sauce in the world to make them edible for me.
I'll eat just about anything and strive to be respectful of culture but I draw the line with chitlins. There was no place to hide from the smell when my future mother-in-law would cook them in the upstairs flat. Thankfully she doesn't make them anymore but occasionally one of her friends from church would bring a plate over. There's not enough hot sauce in the world to make them edible for me.
Mrs. Rannous
Footballguy
I guessing melon baller isn't coming up in your kitchen gadgets choices.krista4 said:
ProstheticRGK
Footballguy
My man. These are my all-time favorite snack cakes. I sometimes still get care packages from my sister's with boxes of these and Peanut Butter Kandy Kakes. Have to hide them from my kid, so they don't get hoovered up in 15 minutes. Just kidding, I hide them so I can hoover them up in 15 minutes by myself.Mister CIA said:
wikkidpissah
Footballguy
Rd 46, Cannoli, pie & pastry
Me Ma was shanty Irish all the way, but worked harder than any person i ever seen not to be viewed as such. She was an uncommon woman who allowed the opinion of others overwhelm her opinion of herself. When we were in Boston, her family wouldnt put up with her airs, which made her a singular Machiavellian fury, looking to show-up and punish everyone. But it might have been worse for me when we made it out to the burbs. Having company over was just excruciating - not only did she clean & order the entire house down to the molecule, but she would have laminated my sister & i for such occasions if she could. Much as my 12yo self was inclined to rebel against all her ways, i was smart enough to know that utter compliance was the only way proceed on these occasions unless i wanted to float in the venom of consequence if i made her look bad. For every adult moment of her life- if someone was, or even might be, in the room but the four of us- she'd never unclench.
Cannoli were me Ma's kryptonite, pastry cream her heroin. Her foster mother used to make heavenly ones, filled with clouds of cream & kaleidoscopes of Italian tart/sweet morsels. Before that, there was a period of a coupla months after her father died and before the state took charge of 15yo her and her 3 younger siblings, where she actually ran the household out of the cookie jar money and her siblings say they ate nothing but neighborly care pkgs and the sidecakes of whoopie pies Ma would buy on the corner for to gorge on the filling. No matter if the whole world was watching, the one air she was incapable of putting on was with a cannoli in her hand. Her eyes twirled like pinwheels as she'd slather that lumpy Irish face with sugary love.
I have never received a family visit without ordering a box for me Ma to dive into. My last address before i went east to take care of her was across the street from an Italian bakery. I took her over to meet the proprietor who'd become a friend and, after watching this demolishment of one of her products, the baker would make a point of sending over a box of cannoli to "Glada" (the Italian derivation of her name) every time she knew they'd be visiting.
Me Ma was shanty Irish all the way, but worked harder than any person i ever seen not to be viewed as such. She was an uncommon woman who allowed the opinion of others overwhelm her opinion of herself. When we were in Boston, her family wouldnt put up with her airs, which made her a singular Machiavellian fury, looking to show-up and punish everyone. But it might have been worse for me when we made it out to the burbs. Having company over was just excruciating - not only did she clean & order the entire house down to the molecule, but she would have laminated my sister & i for such occasions if she could. Much as my 12yo self was inclined to rebel against all her ways, i was smart enough to know that utter compliance was the only way proceed on these occasions unless i wanted to float in the venom of consequence if i made her look bad. For every adult moment of her life- if someone was, or even might be, in the room but the four of us- she'd never unclench.
Cannoli were me Ma's kryptonite, pastry cream her heroin. Her foster mother used to make heavenly ones, filled with clouds of cream & kaleidoscopes of Italian tart/sweet morsels. Before that, there was a period of a coupla months after her father died and before the state took charge of 15yo her and her 3 younger siblings, where she actually ran the household out of the cookie jar money and her siblings say they ate nothing but neighborly care pkgs and the sidecakes of whoopie pies Ma would buy on the corner for to gorge on the filling. No matter if the whole world was watching, the one air she was incapable of putting on was with a cannoli in her hand. Her eyes twirled like pinwheels as she'd slather that lumpy Irish face with sugary love.
I have never received a family visit without ordering a box for me Ma to dive into. My last address before i went east to take care of her was across the street from an Italian bakery. I took her over to meet the proprietor who'd become a friend and, after watching this demolishment of one of her products, the baker would make a point of sending over a box of cannoli to "Glada" (the Italian derivation of her name) every time she knew they'd be visiting.
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Binky The Doormat
Footballguy
RD 46: PIES/PASTRY - HO HO'S
you know them.
that's right ...and I'm not talking the knock-off Little Debbie deals (Swiss rolls).
Ho Ho's are the perfect combination of dark chocolate icing, cream filling and cake - you get the right mixture in every bite. I'm not much of a cake guy so these are perfect.
a couple of these in my Beatles lunch box was the best thing about lunch - I still love'em
Ding Dongs (King Dons) are ok - but too much cake vs cream filling for me.
you know them.
that's right ...and I'm not talking the knock-off Little Debbie deals (Swiss rolls).
Ho Ho's are the perfect combination of dark chocolate icing, cream filling and cake - you get the right mixture in every bite. I'm not much of a cake guy so these are perfect.
a couple of these in my Beatles lunch box was the best thing about lunch - I still love'em
Ding Dongs (King Dons) are ok - but too much cake vs cream filling for me.
Frostillicus
Footballguy
RD 46 -- Sandwich - Italian Hoagie/Grinder/Sub (Ham, Pepperoni, Salami, Capicola, Provolone w lettuce, pickles, oil, and salt and pepper)
Homemade, fancy sandwich maker, corner deli, cafeteria, Subway, Quiznos, Gas station, Pot Belly, etc. etc. This is the go to sandwich. Any 3 of those meats along with the provolone, lettuce, oil, and salt and pepper are the must haves. I like pickles on mine and not tomoato, hold the mayo, and sometimes go crazy and throw some cucumbers on there or a little italian seasoning.
Homemade, fancy sandwich maker, corner deli, cafeteria, Subway, Quiznos, Gas station, Pot Belly, etc. etc. This is the go to sandwich. Any 3 of those meats along with the provolone, lettuce, oil, and salt and pepper are the must haves. I like pickles on mine and not tomoato, hold the mayo, and sometimes go crazy and throw some cucumbers on there or a little italian seasoning.
krista4
Footballguy
GB you. I don't do mayo or tomato on there, just a little oil & vinegar, shredded lettuce, and salt & pepper, but for some reason I'd never thought of putting on pickles. Jesus. Now I need to do this.
shuke
Black Ice Skeptic
:blowsout:
30 Dinner main course - Meatless: Cheese in tortilla, microwaved, topped with hot taco sauce and sour cream. I don't think this is a real thing, just something I made up when I was a kid. I still occasionally will have one late night if I'm inebriated.
31 Beverage - wine: Red Zinfandel. Love the spicy aftertaste.
32 Beverage - wine: Thunderbird. I worked at Ponderosa when I was in high school. On some nights after closing, someone would go to the grocery story next store and get some of this, and we pass it around and smoke cigarettes out back when we were done.
33 Breakfast - Hot: Cinnamon pancakes from Golden Nugget. Not the famous casino, but a little place in Kettering, Ohio, about a quarter mile from where my parents still live, actually right across the street from where that Ponderosa was. This place was a local favorite and always packed. Unfortunately it closed a few years ago, was supposed to open a larger location somewhere else but never did.
34 Cheese: bleu crumbles/dressing.
35 Appetizer: Damon's onion loaf. This ribs place is now defunct, but used to be one of my favorite places when I was a kid.
36 Dinner main dish - BW3's Hot Chicken Wings. I know this place isn't what it used to be, but we still have it occasionally. But in early 90's when this chain was fairly small, we have one right off UC campus. It was a mainstay for me and my friends. At least once a week.
37 Condiment: Horseradish mustard
38 Dessert - Cookie: Peanut butter pot cookie. I know a guy that makes a really good one.
39 Sausage:Bob Evans sausage patty. I'm an Ohio guy, so Bob Evans is a favorite for breakfast.
40 Beverage - liquor cocktail: Bloody Mary. Any occasion is good for a bloody mary. Extra black pepper please.
41 Beverage - beer: Mad Tree Pyschopathy. A local Cincinnati IPA, probably my favorite.
42 Pizza topping: Black olives. My favorite pizza ever is probably Marion's ( @Binky The Doormat hey) with pepperoni, sausage, and black olives. A love for black olives is something I picked up from my Mom.
43 Breakfast - Hot: French toast. Nothing else really needs to be said here.
44 Beverage - non-alcoholic, cold: Iced latte. I'm a caffeine junkie. This is really the only coffee drink I'll get other than regular coffee. Nice on a warm afternoon.
45 Lunch - Sandwich: Milano's cold Italian. This little restaurant in the heart of University of Dayton's campus is another staple of my early life.
46 Pie & Pastry: Maple iced long john. Some people call these maple bars. I like the ones with cream filling.
30 Dinner main course - Meatless: Cheese in tortilla, microwaved, topped with hot taco sauce and sour cream. I don't think this is a real thing, just something I made up when I was a kid. I still occasionally will have one late night if I'm inebriated.
31 Beverage - wine: Red Zinfandel. Love the spicy aftertaste.
32 Beverage - wine: Thunderbird. I worked at Ponderosa when I was in high school. On some nights after closing, someone would go to the grocery story next store and get some of this, and we pass it around and smoke cigarettes out back when we were done.
33 Breakfast - Hot: Cinnamon pancakes from Golden Nugget. Not the famous casino, but a little place in Kettering, Ohio, about a quarter mile from where my parents still live, actually right across the street from where that Ponderosa was. This place was a local favorite and always packed. Unfortunately it closed a few years ago, was supposed to open a larger location somewhere else but never did.
34 Cheese: bleu crumbles/dressing.
35 Appetizer: Damon's onion loaf. This ribs place is now defunct, but used to be one of my favorite places when I was a kid.
36 Dinner main dish - BW3's Hot Chicken Wings. I know this place isn't what it used to be, but we still have it occasionally. But in early 90's when this chain was fairly small, we have one right off UC campus. It was a mainstay for me and my friends. At least once a week.
37 Condiment: Horseradish mustard
38 Dessert - Cookie: Peanut butter pot cookie. I know a guy that makes a really good one.
39 Sausage:Bob Evans sausage patty. I'm an Ohio guy, so Bob Evans is a favorite for breakfast.
40 Beverage - liquor cocktail: Bloody Mary. Any occasion is good for a bloody mary. Extra black pepper please.
41 Beverage - beer: Mad Tree Pyschopathy. A local Cincinnati IPA, probably my favorite.
42 Pizza topping: Black olives. My favorite pizza ever is probably Marion's ( @Binky The Doormat hey) with pepperoni, sausage, and black olives. A love for black olives is something I picked up from my Mom.
43 Breakfast - Hot: French toast. Nothing else really needs to be said here.
44 Beverage - non-alcoholic, cold: Iced latte. I'm a caffeine junkie. This is really the only coffee drink I'll get other than regular coffee. Nice on a warm afternoon.
45 Lunch - Sandwich: Milano's cold Italian. This little restaurant in the heart of University of Dayton's campus is another staple of my early life.
46 Pie & Pastry: Maple iced long john. Some people call these maple bars. I like the ones with cream filling.
Mister CIA
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krista4
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Frostillicus
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Round 46 - Things on Bread - Chicken Parmigiana - V&T Pizzeria, extreme upper west side, Manhattan
Damn it. I wrote this up earlier and lost it. Don't worry; it wasn't that interesting.
I almost didn't take this since wikkid had veal parmigiana with a terrific story in this round. But I had it targeted since it has a special place in my memory as well.
As much as I don't love chicken, this always is a favorite of mine, whether or not on bread, and none more than my law-school favorite place. When I was in law school, Morningside Heights was, at best, dicey. Pretty much everyone I knew got held up at gunpoint at one time or another, though I managed to avoid it. My "favorite" was my friend Marcus who got robbed at knifepoint when he was on crutches, and the guy apologized to him for doing it when he was hobbled.
V&T was in the thick of our non-fancy neighborhood, at 111th and Amsterdam, but was one of our "fancy" places despite being a typical Italian checkered-tablecloth joint. Their pizza was among my favorites in NY, so loaded with oil and cheese that it took dozens of napkins to eat, but my favorite dish was their chicken parmigiana on bread, so gigantic that my law-school BFF Laverne* and I would split it and still have enough left over to take home. V&T is my most cherished food memory from this time in my life.
*My law-school BFF Laverne was from Houston and drop-dead gorgeous, making all the nerds swoon. Whatever you're picturing isn't her, though. She was first-generation American of Chinese immigrants, with her parents having given her what they thought was a typical "American" name so that she would "fit in," not realizing that "Laverne Chang" was going to mystify everyone for years to come.
Damn it. I wrote this up earlier and lost it. Don't worry; it wasn't that interesting.
I almost didn't take this since wikkid had veal parmigiana with a terrific story in this round. But I had it targeted since it has a special place in my memory as well.
As much as I don't love chicken, this always is a favorite of mine, whether or not on bread, and none more than my law-school favorite place. When I was in law school, Morningside Heights was, at best, dicey. Pretty much everyone I knew got held up at gunpoint at one time or another, though I managed to avoid it. My "favorite" was my friend Marcus who got robbed at knifepoint when he was on crutches, and the guy apologized to him for doing it when he was hobbled.
V&T was in the thick of our non-fancy neighborhood, at 111th and Amsterdam, but was one of our "fancy" places despite being a typical Italian checkered-tablecloth joint. Their pizza was among my favorites in NY, so loaded with oil and cheese that it took dozens of napkins to eat, but my favorite dish was their chicken parmigiana on bread, so gigantic that my law-school BFF Laverne* and I would split it and still have enough left over to take home. V&T is my most cherished food memory from this time in my life.
*My law-school BFF Laverne was from Houston and drop-dead gorgeous, making all the nerds swoon. Whatever you're picturing isn't her, though. She was first-generation American of Chinese immigrants, with her parents having given her what they thought was a typical "American" name so that she would "fit in," not realizing that "Laverne Chang" was going to mystify everyone for years to come.
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Eephus
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46. Croque Monsieur from some cafe in the 5th arrondissement (sandwich)
A distinctly French take on ham and Swiss with a touch of Bechamel. The name translates roughly to Mr. Bite which makes sense I guess.
My specific sandwich comes from a cafe whose name went undocumented at the time. We took the kids to Paris in 2000 when they were 8 and 4 years old. I planned a couple of kids days to give them a break from museums. One was a solo mission to an indoor water park on the outskirts of Paris while Mrs. Eephus shopped for shoes which will go on my dad hall of fame plaque.
The other was a family day at the Luxembourg Gardens. The childrens' playground there was incredible with huge climbing structures and sliding ropes. I hope it hasn't been converted for safety reasons like all the ones in SF have. After an afternoon in the playground and chasing the little wooden push boats around the fountain, they'd worked up an appetite. We left the park at dusk but It was October so we were still about three hours shy of the time we would be eating dinner at our Parisian friend's house. We stopped off at some cafe for hot drinks and a couple of Croque Monsieurs to split. I've probably had better Croques since but this one gets the nod because it was one of the best days of my life.
A distinctly French take on ham and Swiss with a touch of Bechamel. The name translates roughly to Mr. Bite which makes sense I guess.
My specific sandwich comes from a cafe whose name went undocumented at the time. We took the kids to Paris in 2000 when they were 8 and 4 years old. I planned a couple of kids days to give them a break from museums. One was a solo mission to an indoor water park on the outskirts of Paris while Mrs. Eephus shopped for shoes which will go on my dad hall of fame plaque.
The other was a family day at the Luxembourg Gardens. The childrens' playground there was incredible with huge climbing structures and sliding ropes. I hope it hasn't been converted for safety reasons like all the ones in SF have. After an afternoon in the playground and chasing the little wooden push boats around the fountain, they'd worked up an appetite. We left the park at dusk but It was October so we were still about three hours shy of the time we would be eating dinner at our Parisian friend's house. We stopped off at some cafe for hot drinks and a couple of Croque Monsieurs to split. I've probably had better Croques since but this one gets the nod because it was one of the best days of my life.
General Malaise
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krista4
Footballguy
Oh damn it. I don't know how I forgot this. Probably my favorite stuff on bread. I'm glad I didn't choose it, though, because we wouldn't have gotten your beautiful story about it.
wikkidpissah
Footballguy
i've eaten at V&T's a hundred times!! It's next to one of my favorite ridiculous places in the world, St John the Divine.
Dunno if you know, but my director cousin, after my helping him work out his approach to turning Memoirs of a Geisha into a movie, told me he'd walk any script i thought to write down the hall @ CAA as a thank you. I wrote what i call my "Irish Annie Hall", a comic tribute to all the people who hold showbiz together in Manhattan - the production assistants, comedy writers, makeup artists, dance captains etc etc, that i got to know while i was pitching my work in the early 80s. In my cousin's favorite line, the people who have "great views of the people with great views".
I lived in Soho (when that meant nothing) during my comedy writer year but that had been done to death already. The hangout for my colloquy of "showbiz or nuthin'" pals was the rent-controlled palace of a segment-producer daughter of a Columbia prof on 109th St. and, even though everyone now knew the Upper West Side vibe from Seinfeld, nobody knew from Morningside Heights so i named it that. My CAA interview went poorly (altho i pitched GLASS - then not a musical - as my followup) and they didnt rep me but, when you name a work after a place, that place is kinda yours...
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