Category: Other Recipes

  • I Skipped Downton Abbey to Write an Epic Portions Rant

    Well, here it is, Martin Luther King Day Eve.  My children are nestled cozily into their beds,  and I am spending the evening in quiet contemplation of the contribution of a great man — Dr. King.  Also, I’m drinking beer, playing the guitar, and watching the episode of Downton Abbey I recorded earlier this evening.  Or so I thought.

    As I reached into the fridge to grab another Short’s Huma Lupa Licious IPA, a beer as awesome as its name is ridiculous, I happened to glance at a bottle of A-1 Steak Sauce that has been in my refrigerator since the Pre-Cambrian era.  On said bottle is the laziest recipe I have ever seen in my life for a Slow-Cooker Pot Roast. 

    I found the recipe so lazy, so repulsive, so against all that is culinarily good and true, that I had to put Downton Abbey on hold for thirty minutes to rant about this garbage.  The officious Brit bastards can wait…

    Before I begin let me say that I am not opposed to using the slow cooker to make life easy, or taking shortcuts on occasion.  Sometimes, it is a complete pain in the ass to have to cook a dinner for your family every night, and I say that as someone who loves to cook.  But, like in most other parts of life, there are limits to what one will accept as a shortcut.  Let’s look at the recipe:

    A-1’s Lazy-Ass Slow Cooker Pot Roast

    Difficulty:  A quadriplegic chimp could do it.

    Time:  Wasted.

    ½ cup A-1 Steak Sauce (of course, what’s the point of the recipe if you aren’t trying to sell bottles of your product).

    ½ cup water (straight from the tap, especially if you are from West Virginia).

    1 package onion-mushroom soup mix (ask your cardiologist which packet of onion-mushroom soup mix is right for you).

    — That is the one that annoys me the most.  Why not, I don’t know, buy some actual mushrooms?  And garlic.   A cow died so it could be your dinner, show it some fucking respect, A-1.

    Continuing…

    2 ½ lbs. boneless chuck eye roast (proceed to apologize to the Cow-Gods for the crime against Bovinity that you are about to commit).

    1 lb. baby red potatoes (preferably, the pre-packaged kind).

    1 package of baby carrots (they outright say it this time).

    1 onion, diced (I think that means to chop it up a bunch).

    Put all the above ingredients in a slow cooker on low for 8-9 hours.  Seriously.  Cook the shit out of it.  Insult its mother at least twice during the cooking process.

    That’s the recipe.  I shit you not.   And I’m not trying to be a food snob, we can make A-1’s recipe work.   How about red wine and or beef broth for the liquid instead of water?  Throw in a bay leaf or two and you might be on to something.

    That is all.  Farewell again, food blogging.  I’m sorry but I just can’t muster the enthusiasm to write about Quinoa/Sweet Potato bullshit on a regular basis.

  • Lasagna Timpano

    One of my favorite things to cook, especially when people are over, is a big Timpano. It’s a crowd pleaser and guarantees leftovers for days after. If you have no idea what these Timpano things are, I will now provide you with a visual.  This particular Timpano is from the Michigan/Michigan State game a couple years back.  I believe the layers are chicken Parmesan, mozzarella sticks, spaghetti, meatballs and fettuccine Alfredo

    I’ve always wanted to come up with some kind of crazy twist and make a hybrid Timpano.  Philly cheese steak Timpano is probably the best idea I’ve had so far.  The Food in my Beard recently came up with the genius idea of a lasagna Timpano.  Look at this thing.  It’s incredible.

    I have no words that can equal the deliciousness that is the lasagna Timpano, so I’m going to end this post right here.  Jesus that looks delicious.

  • Egg in a Basket + Grilled Cheese

    Every so often I come across a recipe an wonder why the hell I didn’t think of it.  That moment occurred one again today.  Someone has come up with the greatest breakfast sandwich in the history of breakfast sandwiches.  I’m currently trying to think of something witty to say but all I can think of is making one.  I go now.