Booze of the Month! – August

elcome back kids. In a surprising turn of events, the weather has begun to cool down a bit here in NC. So much for that whole global warming thing huh…Wait, what happened in Pakistan? Oh, damn….

Anyways, the nights are hovering around the 70-80 degree mark here in Cakalacky and that calls for something bright and refreshing but with a little more bite than an ice cold pilsner. Stout? Nah, too much. Porter? No, just too heavy. Wit? Hells yes! Thick but light, strong but mellow, and perfect to wash away the sorrows of our soccer teams first loss. Thus, I introduce you to August’s golden boot:

Big Boss Blanco Diablo Wit Ale

Product Details: Brewed in Raleigh, NC off of Capital Blvd. Established in 2006. 4.5% Alcohol.

Appearance: Golden like the hair of a blonde beer wench with enormous…personalities. The use of orange peel gives this brew a thick orange glow with a rich, foamy head.

Aroma: A fluorescent mixture of citrus, flowers, wheat, and the unmistakable scent of Belgian Wit Yeast.

Taste: Can I say Heavenly without sounding like a fairy? Either way, the Diablo Wit is a great mixture of Wit and White Ale stylings. It’s slightly thick thanks to the lack of filtering which creates a smooth, velvety brew full of summer flavors. The use of orange is obvious once you pop the cap, like pinching the skin of an orange as the peels oils burst into the air. There’s also a hint of coriander and spicy goodness that makes for a more robust Wit than your run-of-the-mill Hefeweizen.

Food Pairings: I enjoyed this brew solo-dolo after our crushing defeat, but if I were hungry for something other than victory I might choose to pair it with beer-braised bratwursts, mustard-bbq ribs, or something fried like calamari.

Price: This is a recent addition by Big Boss and seems to be in almost all of our local super markets for between $8 and $10. Not a bad price considering it’s brewed only miles down the road and your helping support one of Raleigh’s many fine breweries.

Overall: I’d have to conclude by exclaiming, and with many Wits under my belt, that Big Boss’ Blanco Diablo is one of the finest I’ve come by, second only to another of Raleigh’s homegrown wheats: Loneriders Shotgun Betty. Unlike Betty, however, Blanco Diablo is much more 3 Dimensional, with layer upon layer of flavor creating a dynamic and complex wit that’s a true pleasure to drink.

It’s been a cat’s age since I stopped by Horniblows, the bar attached to the Big Boss Brewery, but Blanco Diablo has helped put things back in perspective and Horniblows on the top of my bar list. Big Boss, which for some reason continues to get local discredit (who are these idiots and what’s their problem?), is still my #1 choice for Raleigh beer and continues to offer new and exciting seasonal brews for me and the rest of the Triangle to enjoy. PLUS, their packaging, by Durham based McKinney – whom I’d love to work for if any employees are reading, is the coolest thing I’ve seen on any local product and reason enough to collect each bottle and tumbler. Many Mahalos to Big Boss and their creative brewmasters. Enjoy!

Beach Eats II

s promised, I’m back from the coast with some photos to make you uber jealous and a recipe to shove that jealousy back in my face!

My original Beach Eats post was nothing more than a list of my favorite items to consume with my toes in the ocean wasting away the day in sunny splendor. Why I didn’t included pictures? I don’t know, but I made sure to document each tasty morsel on the original list along with a new, very important, item. There’s a few weeks of “summer” left, time enough to whip up a few of the following for your last beach trips (tear):

All Time Favorite: Potato and Egg Sandwhich

Nothing more than a frittata full of thinly sliced and pan fried potatoes with maybe some roasted peppers or diced pancetta thrown into the mix. The best is making the frittata the day before, pack it up in your cooler and assembling right on the beach. My childhood summed up in one glorious sammitch.

Pineapple and Watermelon

I love pineapple for breakfast before hitting the water for an early session. It seems to wake me up better than even a cup of moka-brewed espresso. Watermelon is ideal once the session is over and your lips are puckered with salt water and whatever else is floating around in that crazy Atlantic.

Local Lunch Smoothie

If the swells are keeping up and you want to stay in the water as long as possible, the Local Lunch from Cafe Del Mar on Wrightsville Beach is for you. This thick, fruit filled concoction is laden with all you need to keep the stoke up and continue riding tasty, tasty waves.

Beer

I stopped into Roberts Market to grab a six pack for me and the old man and was happily surprised to find Kalik (ka’lick, not ka’leek). This sweet, simple beer is the pride of Nassau and one of the only things I really loved about that Island besides the Fish Fry shacks. Red stripe is also always in tow on our beach trips. Hooray Beer!

New Item: Grilled Local Fish

I should never have left this out of my first list. I’m probably more likely to take down a few grilled fish on a beach trip than I am carrying a watermelon around. Even so, I stopped by Mott’s Channel Seafood to grab a few fishies for Saturday Night’s dinner and found a basket load of treasures including the two gorgeous B-Liners above. Puzzled by the name and the fact that I’d never heard of them before I did some quick research and found that these are just another variety of Red Snapper, smaller and with larger eyes similar to the snapper we had on the Big Island. Small fish like these are great grilled whole with some lemon slices and lots of herbs.

Poke’

This is it folks…possibly the greatest, and most heart-renching, recipe I’ve ever posted. I say heart-renching because nothing, and I mean nothing, reminds me of all our time in Hawaii more than Poke’. We grow Plumeria in our backyards, listen to Ka Pua U’i and Brudah Iz on our way to the beach, and even sport some traditional Hawaiian Ink…but Poke’ is the real thing, da locals grindz. If you’ve never been, I’m sorry, but try this recipe and you’ll be a lot closer than the rest of the rashguard and visor wearing haole walking around Hanalei right now…

Tuna Poke’

1 lb Tuna (ahi is ideal but anything will work, even thinly sliced octopus or diced marlin)

4 Scallions

1/4 Cup Dried Seaweed (limu is best but any small, thin variety will work)

1/4 Soy Sauce

1 Tbs Toasted Sesame Oil

1 Tbs Sriracha Chili Paste

1 Tbs Wasabi

1  Tbs Sesame Seeds

Start first by soaking your seaweed in plenty of cold water. It will blow up like a sponge, so once it expands drain the water and rinse a few times to remove any small, sandy bits.

Find yourself some ruby red, sustainably fished Tuna like the steak above from off the NC coast and cut it into 1/2 inch fingers, then into cubes. Place in a bowl.

Slice the scallions into rings, I like to vary the sizes so you get some larger bites, some small but it’s up to you dude. Place into the bowl with the tuna.

In a seperate bowl combine the soy sauce, sesame oil, sriracha, wasabi, and sesame seeds. Whisk until uniform and then pour over the tuna. Mix everything, add the drained and rinsed seaweed, mix again and allow to marinate in the fridge for 24 hours…or 30 minutes if you’re as impatient as me.

Get planny kine grindz hea! It’s doesn’t get much better than this man. I even managed to kill off a pound and a half of the grindz when I was testing the recipe…sorry Bitty.

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Beach Eats, we seeya next summa brah. Hana Hou!

STOKED!

f all the words in my infinite vocabulary (and by infinite I mean minuscule) the one that fit my Nags Head weekend best was Stoked. I was stoked the week before I left. I was stoked on the car ride there talking food and guns with buddy Matt Lilley and his dad. I was stoked the first night I arrived, sipping a Moscow Mule out of a brass mug watching the last sets of the day roll thru as the sky turned from blue to crimson to pink and inevitably a darker shade of blue. I was stoked the next morning when we awoke to hand-turned grits and a 4 ft swell (in 58 degree water no less!). And I was stoked as I enjoyed each and every moment of what I would later call “Camp Lilley”, completely entangled in the hilarity and hospitality that is a world class southern family (bummed you weren’t there Lee).

If I’ve said it once I’ve said it a thousand times: Southern Families and Italian Families are far more alike than they are different. Family, Friends, and Food. The traditions and customs may be polar opposites, but the principals are the same no matter how you look at it.

My weekend with the Lilley clan at Mama Lil’s cottage on Nags Head was nothing short of legendary with more good eats, timeless stories, and tasty waves than one dude can handle alone. That said, I decided to only document one night’s array of dishes instead of hanging over everyone’s shoulder like the damn paparazzi the entire weekend. Plus, some of those moments were so unique and perfect they’re going in the vault for my recollection only, sorry folks. Here are some of the highlights from our Saturday night seafood blow out furnished by Austin’s Fish Company:

Sesame Coated Seared Blue-Fin Tuna

Laurence’s Sublime Crab Cakes made of almost nothing but Jumbo Lump. We also grilled off a net full of local Mahi Mahi and Red Snapper.

Roasted Asparagus, Potatoes, Carrots and Onions I brought from Bickett Market along with a basket of other local produce as a thank you and weekend rent payment.  Matt’s sister Katie also whipped up this insanely addictive sweet corn covered in a lime infused butter, o’ma’gawd.

Miss Claudia, the ringleader and executive chef of this elite southern outfit, created countless dishes over the weekend, two of the best being the Mixed Fruit Salad with Crumbled Goat Cheese and the Mango and Corn Salsa we used to top our grilled fish. Brava Bay’Bay!

Mama Lil and Miss Claudia also created two of the greatest cobblers, one blueberry and pineapple, one peach, that I’ve ever tasted in my life. But, again, those are for me (and the Lilley’s) only.

Stoked also became the opposite of what I was feeling as Matt and I rode our last waves, dried off and hit the road Raleigh bound. It’s been a few weeks since my Nags Head adventure, but I’m back on the hunt for waves and grub as my family and I head to the beach for some more family, friends, and food. I’m making it a personal goal to relive my Beach Eats post with pictures and recipes so stay tuned for some Poke, Pineapple, and Icy Brews.

Thanks again Lilley Family!

Book Review: Food Matters

Hey food junkies. A couple weeks ago I wrote about my current top tv shows and Mark Bittman’s The Minimalist was high on the list. Bittman is a writer above anything else having written a small army of cook books including the NY Times Best Seller How To Cook Everything.

Since I’ve been watching his show on the Times website so much I thought I’d delve into Mark Bittman’s (right, next to my chubby hero) new book and see what the hilarious Bronx native had to say on the subject of our Nations diet in Food Matters.

Good News: It makes complete sense and offers a lot of sound advice. Bad News: It’s very repetitive and a bit one note. Lets discuss in further detail, shall we?

Food Matters is a combination diet/recipe/research book. Split in two, you are first barraged with a hail-storm of percentages, laws, USDA regulations, and shocking insights into America’s agriculture and food consumption. It’s obvious our country (along with plenty others, I’m looking at you England) have a serious food problem. Every Wendy’s, McDonalds, and Burger King that opens is another step backwards in the health and progress of our Nations youth and their understanding of food. That much we know. But like so many drunken arguments between college freshman weeks after starting their sociology or philosophy classes, the onslaught of numbers and outrageous claims is often misconstrued and counter productive to the actual argument (if there’s an actual argument at all…).

Bittman explains just how misunderstood and confused nutritionalist and scientist alike are about the way foods are labeled, processed, deconstructed, and ultimately boiled down to a small nutritional facts chart. He writes, ” The USDA has consistently favored individual and corporate profits over public health.” In short: Trust No One! The labels, fat free, cage free, organic regulations – Fake! Not entirely, but Bittman, thru careful research, explains that a large majority of the labels and health benefits claimed by various products are rarely what they claim to be, often only a small percentage of the actual product or the way it’s manufactured.

So shit, what do we do, eat grass and shoot squirrels in the backyard for dinner? Fear not, for Bittman has a safe and “sane” way to eat better, loose weight, save money, and help ole’ mother earth and our country! Sound too good to be true? Maybe, but I find it hard to argue with his 4-pronged montra:

1. Eat Less Meat (and fewer animal products in general)

2. Eat Fewer Refined Carbs (basically anything with All Purpose Flour)

3. Eat Way Less to No Junk Food (soda, chips, fast food, etc.)

4. Eat Far More Veggies

#4 is the most important and something Bittman urges time after time after time…after time…after time. It’s very repetitive, but at least he’s saying the right thing. He’s not a vegetarean and I’ll never be one, but it is true that man was not meant to eat 2lbs of meat everyday. We’re just not built to handle that much protein, we don’t burn enough calories.

The second half of the book is a full month-long calendar of recipes with 3-4 new and exciting options everyday. They are just like Bittman’s recipes in the Times: quick, easy, and most importantly delicious.

What I may have enjoyed most about this book is Bittman’s explanation of how our bodies process food and the caloric intake of Carbs, Proteins, Sugars and the like. For example, “Spinach has more than twice as much protein per calorie than a cheeseburger.” Are you going to eat a pile of spinach between two buns instead? No, but if you substitute veggies for the majority of your protein during the week you are promised to shed pounds, gain energy, save money, and decrease the carbon footprint of Big Ag (as Bittman affectionately calls the agricultural “Man”).

To sum up: Eat more veggies, eat less meat and you’ll be a healthier human being. It’s not rocket science. It’s the way just about everyone else on earth eats and no wonder we’re one of the few countries with a growing weight and diabetes epidemic.

Food Matters is a smart, intriguing book full of helpful facts, careful research, steady explanations, and countless recipes to help the everyday American transform the way they eat and the way they look at food altogether. Tho repetitive and similar to a dull college lecture at points, Mark Bittman has done a great thing by breaking down the complexity and confusion of the worlds Agricultural madness and brought his love of food to the front lines.

The book is obviously targeted towards the tentative house wife, the culinary impaired 20-something with basic instructions on pantry items and how to grocery shop, but I think everyone will learn a thing or two and gain a new appreciation for their health and the foods they choose to eat after reading Food Matters.

My Vote: Sure

Go grab a copy (on Ebay if you can) and tell me what you thought.

Some Holy Sh*t

don’t think God rested on the 7th day. It’s my guess that he (or she) was too stuffed on crusty bread soaked in the holiest of Olio Santo’s and simply too full to get off the couch and create some more mountains, animals, universes, and so on. This is merely an assumption, of course, but once you try this Olio Santo for yourself you too might find your ass plastered to a chair after hours of sinful gluttony.

Olio Santo (or Holy Oil) is nothing more than spicy olive oil but has the ability to elevate a slice of bread, bowl of soup, plate of pasta, or garden salad into something…spiritual. Some recipes call for fresh and dry chiles together, others only fresh, others only dry. My preferance: whatever you have. I just so happen to have a few dozen dried Tabasco chiles hanging in my kitchen from last years harvest and decided it was time I used them for more than decoration. They are indeed the same chiles used for the famous hot sauce, but when dried their flavor is much more complex and aromatic. Perfect for making Olio Santo. Let there be heat:

Olio Santo

1 Cups Extra Virgin Olive Oil

1/2 Cup Whole Dried Chiles

Start first by snapping off the green bits of your chiles, the stems, we don’t want those. Place all of your chiles into a mortar and start beating aggressively like they called your mom fat or something. Once crushed to itsy bitsy pieces, add to a small sauce pan with the olive oil.

Bring your oil up to 110-125 degrees F and allow to “steep” for 30 minutes or until the oil becomes very fragrant and turns an orangey-red hue. Strain into the jar or bottle of your choice and allow to cool before capping. The oil can be used right away but is best after a week or more in a dark pantry where the flavors can get to know one another….call it the immaculate conception step.

Again, this saintly oil is good on just about anything you can think of from scrambled eggs to pizza to stir fries and grilled fish. Best of all, tho, is merely dragging a warm slice of semolina bread thru this heavenly anointment. The body of this loaf compels you!

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