You've got to be careful with knives.

Here's the story. The kids had not been eating their dinners, so as Papa Jerk I ruled that henceforth there would be no snacks issued after 4:30pm.  One subsequent evening, around 5:30pm, the boy asked Mommy for an apple, which was cheerfully delivered to him.  An animated discussion ensued between Mommy and Papa Jerk, in which Papa Jerk was asked to at least cut a couple of slices for the poor boy who, after all, had not even eaten much lunch.

The cuts were made angrily, their speed and ferocity increasing with each muttered curse, until the bad feelings in the room physically manifested themselves in a fountain of crimson spilling across the cutting board and counter.

The moral of the story is that jerks should only cut in peace (har), not in anger. Also, that fingertips grow back pretty well.  And also that kids don't like apples for a while after their father douses a couple of them in his own blood.  Apparently that sort of thing leaves a pretty strong impression on a kid.  Two months later the kid is still telling me to be careful and not cut my finger each time I pick up a knife.

That is all.

Pizza Time!

OK, so it's been over a month. Signs of a bad blog. Well, there was the holidays and then tragedy.  And I'm a jerk, so please forgive me.

The kids and I made pizza one night. Vita had chunks of fresh mozzarella.  Luca had processed cheese-food slices and tomato.  I had spinach, tomato, fresh mozzarella, black olives, topped with oregano, red pepper flakes, black pepper, and black olives.

Boboli shells are pretty awful, I guess.  But they are pretty easy too, so...

That is all.

I like beer, and I like cool-looking cans

so it makes sense that I like this beer in a cool-looking can!  It is well-known in certain circles that beer and wine stores in the 5-mile radius around my home sell their beer at very high prices.  Last week I discovered exactly how much one of the stores I used to frequent has been ripping me off.

Now, this beer store has been on my naughty list for some time.  When I discovered the quality of the Sam Adams Latitude 48 IPA and bought a case a winter ago, the owner raised the price of that particular Sam Adams 6-pack from a respectable $8.49 to an expensive $9.99.  This fall, when I began buying beers from Widmer Bros. brewery, the price per 6-pack across all products from the brewery went from $8.99 to $10.99 within a week of my purchase.  Another favorite of mine, Raging Bitch, went from $8.99 to $10.99 after I bought a case.  I was willing to put up with this, however because the owners are super- friendly and would occasionally give me promotional materials like pilsner glasses and snifters, and a complimentary bottle of a new beer to try every so often.  He even gave me a 6-pack of Clipper City Hop3 (marked at an above-average-market $10.49) when I won his challenge to pick National Bohemian from MGD and Schlitz in a blind taste test.  While I'm complaining, Natty Boh sells for an outrageous $4.49 per six-pack in his store.

At any rate, I bought Brew Free or Die from this store at $15.99 per 6-pack for a July 4th party.  I figured that it cost so much because it was hard to get in MoCo. I really liked the beer, but never bought it again because I like other beers much better at that price point.  Imagine my surprise last week when I saw the beer at $8.99 a six-pack at Corridor!  I bought a case and have enjoyed a can or two this week.  I have sworn never to visit Mr. Price-gouger again, and now that the ICC is open, I may have to make the trip to corridor once a month.  With beer prices the way that are in my hood, the toll will be more than worth it.

As for the beer, it is a very good IPA.  Hoppy, but well-balanced with strong maltiness.  7% ABV.  And there's something about a can.  Perhaps it takes me back to my college days, or fishing trips, or maybe I'm just a lazy-ass and it's lighter, but I really like drinking beer out of a can.  And what a can!  Abe Lincoln punching out of Mount Rushmore?  It just makes me happy every time I look at it...

That is all.

Maybe not all... The other beers I have tried from this brewery, 21st Amendment,  were called Back in Black, a "Black IPA", and Hell of High Watermelon.  Both are not good, ether at the $8.99 or $15.99 price point.

Woks and other thoughts...

For my birthday last year, my wife gave me a cast iron wok.  I love it - it is among my favorite pieces of cookware.  I cook everything in it - stir-frys, curries, stews, deep-frying, even risotto!  I'm sure that the gift was given because of my obsession with the recently-uncovered family cast-iron pans that I've had in a box since before any interest in cooking.  I have found these skillets (and now wok!) to be extremely versatile, and while I can understand that French cuisine emphasizes delicate sauces, and that we all need to boil pots of this and that, I feel that cast iron is too-often overlooked in favor of stainless steel and calphalon.  Plus, there is the history.  I have placed two of my cast iron pieces as pieces from the 1940's or earlier.  That means they were used by my grandparents, if not my great-grandparents!  I can only hope that the wok makes it that long.

At any rate, this is an eggplant curry made in the wok.  It was pretty good, made using the red curry paste I got at the asian grocery.

That is all.

Thanksgiving

Meghan outdid herself today! Roasted butternut squash, apple-pecan stuffing, green beans, a nicely-juicy turkey, mashed potatoes, yams, a killer challah, and vegan pumpkin pie for dessert.  Vita and I added a subpar apple pie.  Meg's mom brought a wonderfully airy pumpkin-chiffon pie. A couple of bottles of "IL" moscato and some excellent seasonal "Brr" winter ale from one of my new favorite breweries, Widmer Brothers, and it was a fantastic meal.

Like a jerk, I took no pictures.  Oh well.

I am thankful for all my family and friends, and that I am able to live my life enjoying the finer things like food and drink.

Happy Thanksgiving!

This summer's blockbuster

This was a popular choice among jerks post-diet.

Flying Dog purchased the Blue Ridge brewery several years ago.  At first I was upset, because Blue Ridge made my go-to "daily beer", Blue Ridge Golden Ale - it was $5.99 a six pack and just wonderful at that price point.  When Flying Dog bought the brewery, prices went way up, and as a complete jerk I was very upset about the quality of the beer.  Well, today I say the brewmaster deserves a freaking brewing badge of honor.  In a few short years, the brewery has gone from mediocrity to having several great brews!  While none of them are my absolute favorite in style, the brews are very tasty and great contenders at their price point.

While my current tastes are running a little less sweet than this beer, I still buy it regularly.  Raging Bitch is a good one.  With 8.3% abv and a price of $7.49 per six at Corridor Wine and Spirits, this one is really nice. Plus, it is singularly responsible for the Kentucky Derby Embarrassment Event (KDEE) at Sarah Sears's Kentucky Derby Party last year (please forgive me -I cleaned up). My kids LOVE the bottle (though I have to watch it now that my oldest is learning to read). They are fascinated by the teats and genitalia.  My boy loves to point out the scrotum (ummmm, wrong...).  That is all.

Atkins Stuff

Last spring, I found The Atkins Diet quite easy to follow.  Those complaining about lack of vegetables must be vegetarians or reading the directions wrong.  I could eat a VERY large (meal-sized, actually) salad each day - not just lettuce - also peppers, cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots, etc.  In fact, I found myself eating MORE vegetables on the diet because i would measure out the recommended servings which ended up to be more than what I would usually eat.  Along those same lines, the fat and sodium in the  ubiquitous 5 slices of bacon I would eat each morning were lower than either the pre-packaged or homemade breakfast sandwiches I would eat when not on the diet.  Lunch was usually leftover grilled chicken breasts, or salad, or hot dogs, or ham and cheese "sandwiches" with lettuce "bread."  Unfortunately I have no photos of those meals.  However, I do have photos of a glorious sausage-fest we had one night.  It is harder to find sugar-free meat than one might imagine, but the local Bloom and European Mart (more so than Trader Joe's) had the goods.  On this plate, basil and something-or-other sausage from Bloom, "organic" Poilsh Kielbasa, and a delightful Weisswurst from the Euromart (I stupidly burned the casings DO:).  I ate almost the whole plate.  My wife and kids were disgusted.  That is all.