Tuesday, August 25, 2015
I live in a house divided by eggs. There's those who love them (Sarah) and those who definitely do not (that's me). Don't get me wrong. Eggs as an ingredient are brilliant. They make soufflés rise and give breakfast real meaning. A poached egg over short rib hash? Absolutely! Soft boiled, halved and floating in a Tonkatsu ramen broth? Of course! A Scotch Egg? No question there and also the topic of a future post. But the idea of a plain hard boiled egg (or worse - *gag - a deviled egg!) is something I've never been able to stomach.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
I also miss grease.
(Although, this just in: Danes sometimes smear pork lard on their toast which is as good as grease and, obviously, one thousand percent genius).
American diners boast a special kind of cuisine. Hovering over the sweet spot of junk food and home cooking, good diner food can both fill you up and make you hate yourself for hours after. It also cures hangovers. And diets. Back in our roaring twenties, Sarah and I enjoyed a lot of diner meals, mostly at our favorite spot on Lincoln Avenue in Chicago. It had sticky pleather booths, burned coffee and a mustachioed owner who affably slapped your backs on your way in and out. Sadly, it's closed now but memories of our indulgent brunches/late night, post pub eating extravaganzas, still linger. Sarah usually got a skillet, always with ham, never with green peppers and I always, ALWAYS got the biscuits and gravy.
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
And ... I'm back! Back and slightly bug-eyed over the fact that it's been six months since the last post. Yep, six months. Man, nothing derails one's blogging momentum like an international move. Oh, and opening a new restaurant. That takes some time also.
*Insert sheepish shrug here.
It's been worth it, though. Sarah and I are happily settled in our new home, a somewhat sparsely furnished but very cozy three room flat in Copenhagen's Vesterbro neighborhood and I'm proud to say that Warpigs - that's the new restaurant - is off to a great start!
Monday, December 1, 2014
I've been absent the last few weeks. I have a good excuse - Sarah and I packed up our entire loft,
Not to worry, though ... We're back! And we're back with dessert. And chiles! And chocolate!
Sunday, November 9, 2014
If you read last week's post you might remember that I cooked up a mighty batch of chili. Rich, smokey, bean-less Texas chili, laden with a whole mess of peppers and spiked with chorizo and bacon. We had our friend Paul over and he and I proceeded to eat like we'd never seen food before. Still, even post voracity, there was still a ton of chili left over. Like half the pot. I sent Paul home with a to-go bag that he, quite brilliantly, had the good sense to cook with eggs the next morning. It inspired me - the thought of chili for breakfast - and I set to making my own chili eggs.
My version is something in between shakshouka (a Middle Eastern specialty of eggs cooked in spicy tomato sauce), ouefs en cocotte á la créme (French for eggs baked in cream and also French for amazing) and Chilaquiles (the Mexican classic which, if you've never had before, you absolutely should - here's a great and traditional recipe). So this dish is a little bit of a culture cluster but it's also a really solid breakfast.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
As some of you may have heard, Sarah and I are on the cusp of a pretty big change. If you read the Smoked Beef Brisket Benedict post you might recall that I had some important guests visiting from the far off land of Denmark about a month ago. In actuality, those guests were the fine folks from Mikkeller (yes, that Mikkeller!) who were in town on business and, among other things, interviewing me for the barbecue chef position at Warpigs, the soon-to-be legendary collaboration brewery they are launching with the equally fine folks at 3 Floyds. Well friends, I am very pleased to announce that I was offered and have accepted that barbecue chef position which means that Sarah and I are soon moving to Denmark! That's right, in the very near future, The Beer and Food Project will set up post in the exciting city of Copenhagen where I will help to lead the introduction of American style barbecue to the Danish people. Pretty damn exciting!
So aside from barbecue - which has pretty much occupied most of my culinary brain for the last month - for nostalgic reasons, I've also been spending some goodbye time with the foods I find to be distinctly "Chicago." Chili is definitely one of them. Technically it didn't originate in Chicago (like barbecue, it's mostly associated with Texas) but Chicagoans LOVE their chili. It's the food of Sunday football games and family get togethers and most every Chicago person I know has their own "best" version. I'm no different and like my chili making counterparts, I'll cockily assert that mine rivals most others. The difference between them and me, perhaps, is that I'm actually willing to share it here.