Yo Soy El Yaaaay!

Year! What started as an outlet for my gastro-curiousities and creative overflows has morphed into a social hub, general resource, and dare I say educational site for a small, but loyal, following. A year ago this Saturday I set out on the sea-o-tron, camera in hand, pans a’rumbling, with a blatant disregard for the Queen’s English and the goal of sharing my love of all things culinary with the world.

In the big scheme of things I’ve barely made it out of port, splashing along with a broken paddle and a slight leak, but I see the horizon and I’m going to keep paddling as long as anyone will stop by for an antidote or two.

I had considered hosting a huge pot-luck or social event for any and everyone interested in Giusto to celebrate it’s 1st birthday but there were a few snags: my casa is pretty small which would force our group (of a thousand atleast…) out into the arctic tundra that has taken over NC this week. Far more criminal than freezing our balls off would be the inability of my world-wide viewers to attend. You don’t throw a party if the VIP’s can’t make it.

Instead I thought we would recollect together (that means comment!) on some of our favorite Giusto Gusto posts, photos, quotes, milestones, and other opportunities over the past year. Cue Green Day’s Good Riddance (Time of your Life):

The Big Island Posts. I bought my new camera just before Megs and I left on our honeymoon. The idea of a food blog had been circling around my mind for a few months, but the time spent in Hawaii pushed me over the edge. Many Mahalo’s Big Island!

Smoothie Time! My first Tastespotting.com posting leading to a whopping 700 individual viewers in 2 days.

Pasta 101: The first installment of everyone’s favorite Giusto series. Also the first (but not last) post to be titled Blog of the Week by Food News Journal.

Apple Bananas? Almost…This short post turned into an opportunity to write for CaryCitizen.com, a local news blog for Cary, NC. I, the Supermarket Adventurer (bad name, I know), would traverse Cary’s markets searching for wild or uncommon items to cook with. Not my Mona Lisa, but a fun adventure none the less.

Nan’s Biscotti. It’s one of my favorite posts but for all the wrong reasons. Nan lived to serve her family and taught me what it means to be an Italian, and how to eat like one. Sadly she passed away before I could have her “on” Giusto but my week of posts in her honor became some of the most important and popular posts on the site. Ti manco Nana.

Beer Fest! Best Booze of the Month ever, stoked for next spring!

A’Bizz’. Hands down my favorite recipe I’ve ever posted. You just can’t beat pizza dude.

Shortly after I wrote for CaryCitizen I contacted one of my favorite local blogs, NewRaleigh.com, hoping to contribute a piece. After a few rounds of brew-ha’s with the sites creator I was on-board as the author of SporkThis! NewRaleigh.com’s new restaurant review column. How’s that for opportunities? 5 Reviews and going strong.

And lastly, last week’s Turkey’s and Pastures. One of the best photo-driven posts I’ve done. Those Shire-like hills would look beautiful thru a disposable.

Those are not my only favorites, but they all hold a special place in the young history of Giusto Gusto. Giusto’s still a baby, crawling to life and putting weird things in it’s mouth, and it will only continue to grow and put weirder things in it’s mouth thanks to your support. If it weren’t for you guys reading this ish I’d be nothing more than a rambling fool with an audience of 1.

So lift your glasses with me and toast to another year of drool-inducing, travel logging, politically incorrect, highly experimental, curse-riddled, metaphor laden and incredibly delicious posts to come! Cin Cin!

Turkey and Pastures

elcome back everyone. Are you guys recovering from Thanksgiving, still wiping the gravy off your chin and picking stuffing crumbs from your pockets? I could have floated home from the mountains on my Hindenburg of a stomach Saturday, but regardless of the fictional transportation it still would have been a sad departure.

This year we packed our cars full of guitars, cooking utensils, grocery bags, tables, chairs and travelled west to Asheville to indulge in my older brother’s new digs. By some miracle of fate, my brother and his girlfriend have landed ass backwards into the greatest high-country home I’ve ever seen. Suited for hillbilly royalty. This post would be too long and too vulgar if I were to describe the weekend in full, but the pictures below should give you a glimpse of what the best Thanksgiving ever looks like:

Second of the two larger pastures my brother now calls home, bastard. Tell me that’s not the Shire.

These wild turkey’s had some big cajone’s strutting around on Thanksgiving morning. You’re lucky Anthony hasn’t gotten his 22 yet! Next year fowl beasts, next year…

This place even came with a 100 foot garden. A few strong soldiers were still standing like the ruby swiss chard to the left, as well as some wild mushrooms poking thru the mulch.

The main event brined, rinsed, seasoned, roasted, and carved to utter perfection. Key to a moist chicken breast: cut it into steaks across the grain. I have no idea who started the sliced turkey thing but they need to be slapped.

Not a bad looking group if I may say so. The menu was enormous with everyone whipping up something new or on the fly. Thanks to this picture I can help put the menu back together for you:

Antipasto (dad)

Curry-Coconut Soup (ma)

Turkey (Anthony)

Homemade Gravy (me)

Ham (dad)

Sweet Potatoes with Pineapple (dad)

Sausage Stuffing (Aunt Kim)

Cold Greenbeans Nan-Style (Anthony)

Biscuits (Shannan)

Fresh Cranberry Compote (dad)

Cauliflower Fritters (Megs)

Apple Pie (Shannan)

Pumpkin Budino (dad/me)

Roasted Chestnuts

That’s as much as I can remember. It may looked like I slacked off but I was playing short-stop and helping everyone finish up each dish. I also spent my wednesday night rolling 3lbs of Cavatelli which we ate Friday night for something more exciting than just leftovers.

In an attempt to ward off sleep we hiked up to the top ridge to watch the sun set. My little bro Chris and his pooch Reef turned the hay-bails into a game of tag.

Football on a Mountain! (you’ve gotta say it like Ron Burgundy). Chris also bombed a few of the grassy hills on his skateboard. Good thing I deleted the awesome video of it on accident, dumbass.

Surreal. One sunset I’ll never forget.

The next couple of days were spent rummaging thru leftovers, fumbling around in the kitchen, everlasting german board games, drinking games, endless espresso shots, and a trip downtown. Hands down: Best Thanksgiving Ever! Big thanks to Tony and Shannan for doing whatever it is you did to live in this place and spreading the wealth.

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