It’s toasted!

So I tried a new beer:

This stuff is OK. It's pleasant and nice. I'd put it on the same level as Yuengling Lager, but since it's three bucks more, I don't know if I'll get it again. #beer #yum #bluepointbrewery

Well, it’s new to me, anyway. It’s not “new”. Blue Point Brewing of Long Island has been around since 1998, although now it’s a subsidiary of Anheuser-Busch. I’ve seen this label with its pleasant-looking fishing sign look in the beer section at The Store a few times, and this week I decided to give the Toasted Lager a try.

The word “toasted” puts me in mind of the first episode of Mad Men (the only episode I watched), when an ad executive in 1960-something (I think) is trying to come up with an ad campaign for a cigarette company, given that people are starting to suspect that cigarettes are actually very unhealthy. What he comes up with is to focus on the tobacco company’s production method of toasting the tobacco: “It’s toasted!

Of course, this has nothing at all to do with the beer, which is so named apparently for the “toasted” nature of the brewery’s first kettle. They say there’s a blend of six “specialty malts” for a smooth drinking experience, but I don’t know about that. I can report that the beer is pleasant and easily quaffed. I’m probably not drinking this stuff in seasonably appropriate fashion; lagers like this should be consumed in the fading light of a summer evening, not a January in Buffalo. But it probably does just fine in washing down a plate of wings, so…yeah.

Anyway, it’s toasted!

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Wine and Wind: A Weekend

(This is a “What We Did On Our Vacation” post, with lots of linkage to businesses we frequented and liked. Of course, this being WNY, it’s followed by a commentary on some suddenly shitty weather.)

So this weekend was our third annual trek to the Finger Lakes for the “Grapehounds Winter Hounds” event. Grapehounds is a greyhound group that organizes a big meet-up every summer that revolves around touring Finger Lakes wineries, and the last few years they’ve added a late February version called “Winter Hounds”. It’s a low-key event where you show up with your hound, hang out with other owners, compare notes on how weird greyhounds are, and then go out to visit some wineries.

(For those not up on their NY geography, the Finger Lakes are a series of eleven long and narrow lakes in the middle of the state. They were formed when deep valleys gouged out by retreating glaciers filled with water, and the biggest of the lakes are sufficiently long and deep to create their own microclimate, which–combined with soil quality–is excellent for grape-growing, which makes the region one of the country’s best for winemaking. It’s also a region of lakes and streams and forests and waterfalls and gorges and Ithaca is there and quite frankly, if there’s one place on earth where my soul resides, it might well be the Fingerlakes Region of New York. And even though it’s not actually part of that region, I throw in Letchworth State Park, because it’s of a similar geological claim and it’s just west of Conesus Lake, the westernmost of the lakes.)

So we arrived at the hotel in Geneva, NY on Friday night, a little later than we’d wanted but hey, The Wife couldn’t take off the entire day from her new job* yet, so there we were. A quick dinner stop at Livingston County Pizza Company in Avon, NY (a little miracle of a place randomly located in this really little town 20 miles south of Rochester) left us happy, and we got to the hotel and settled in nicely. A minor room-booking snafu resulted in us being on the fifth floor. We were initially worried as to how The Dee-oh-gee would handle the elevator, but even though it confused him a little, he was fine with it.

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Our room was a little odd with some mismatched furniture–the hotel is gearing up for renovation, and I wonder sometimes if hotels don’t keep a little-less-than-perfect room or two open just on the off chance it turns out they screwed up, which they did in our case. The room was perfectly fine, and it had this view, which helps.

Morning sun over Seneca Lake #senecalake #fingerlakes #genevany

After breakfast at Water Street Cafe (gluten-free breakfast sandwiches, huzzah!), we spent Saturday driving down the eastern shore of Seneca Lake (the largest of the Finger Lakes), where we stopped at two wineries we had discovered on previous trips and liked very much: Seneca Shore Wine Cellars and Fruit Yard Winery. We strongly recommend these. In addition to many wonderful (and non-pretentious) wines, Seneca Shore is a “medieval themed” place. You go inside (it’s a steel-sided barn from the outside, but don’t let that fool you) and everything is castles and tapestries and dragons, in addition to the wine. Fruit Yard Winery, by contrast, is a red-sided farm-house looking place, low-ceilinged and cozy inside. They have a lot of good grape wines, but they also specialize in non-grape wines, so if cranberry or peach or cherry wine sound good to you (they do to us!), check it out.

After a lunch stop in Watkins Glen at the Glen Mountain Market (a good halfway point, and they make gluten-free sandwiches with sufficiently competent handling that The Wife has not had any cross-contamination issues in the two times we’ve been there), we started back up the eastern shore for stops at two more wineries. First was Atwater Vineyards, where we personally erred in choosing the “dry and semi-dry” flights to taste from. (A flight is a group of tastings; Atwater has several flights available of pre-selected wines, and you choose base on your taste). I don’t know why we did this, as both The Wife and I tend to prefer sweeter wines. So we probably owe the Atwater folks another stop next year for their other products. We did, though, like their sparkling “Bubble Riesling” a good deal! We bought two bottles and already drank one.

By the way, here’s the view of Seneca Lake from Atwater Vineyards’s parking lot. They have a great location.

Seneca Lake, from the eastern shore #senecalake #fingerlakes

Seneca Lake, looking south from the eastern shore #senecalake #fingerlakes


Our next stop was a really far-out kind of place. It’s called the Rasta Ranch, and this is what it looks like:

A 1960s-themed winery called Rasta Ranch. Naturally, I fell in love with this place. #winery #senecalakewinetrail #fingerlakes

It’s a weathered old barn. Driving up the driveway, you pass a tree hung with birdfeeders carved from old gourds. With a name like Rasta Ranch, you expect a place with a vibe of “What if a couple of old Woodstock vets decided to settle in the Finger Lakes and make wine,” and sure enough, that’s what this is. There’s wine inside and lots of it, along with a whole lot of 1960s-era merchandise and decor. Tie-dye clothes, bohemian-style clothing, incense, hand-made mugs, a crate with old LPs of 60s music, and so on. The whole place is incredibly trippy. Naturally, we loved it.

And The Dee-oh-gee checked himself out in the mirror!

Who is THAT dee-oh-gee?! #Cane #dogsofinstagram #greyhound #greyhoundsofinstagram #mirror

I think he approved of himself.

After the Rasta Ranch, we hung a right and left the Seneca Lake valley for the Cayuga Lake valley. (This is not a long drive, just a few miles. It’s never that long of a drive from one Finger Lake to the next.) Here we made a stop to walk The Dee-oh-gee at Taughannock Falls State Park, one of our favorite locations, which is always amazing to see, whether it’s speckled by the colors of autumn or shrouded in the ice of winter:

Taughannock Falls in winter #taughannockfalls #fingerlakes #waterfall

The Wife and the Dee-oh-gee, Taughannock Falls #Cane #dogsofinstagram #greyhound #greyhoundsofinstagram #taughannockfalls #fingerlakes

The Dee-oh-gee and me, Taughannock Falls #Cane #dogsofinstagram #greyhound #greyhoundsofinstagram #taughannockfalls #fingerlakes


And then we made two final stops: the Finger Lakes Cider House, which obviously specializes in hard cider and is another newly-discovered favorite that we’ve frequented several times in recent years), and in a new stop, the Muranda Cheese Company, which obviously makes wonderful cheese. We had a great time there (five bucks gets you tastings of a dozen cheeses!), and from there it was back to Geneva, for one more new discovery. There used to be a gluten-free restaurant in Geneva that we liked a great deal, but it has since closed, sadly enough. But there’s a new place called FLX Fry Bird, whose entire menu is gluten free (excepting a couple of bread options). We got fried chicken and poutine and, well, wow.

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So that was Saturday. The next morning we decided to try and get back home to Buffalo as early as possible, because the weather was supposed to take a nasty turn. Something about record-setting low-pressure above the Great Lakes was to bring about some of the worst winds the entire region has seen in years, winds that would gather speed as they ripped up the length of Lake Erie to pound our region. And that’s pretty much exactly what happened. As I write this on Monday morning (I’m taking one last day off from work), we still have power at Casa Jaquandor, but over 40,000 people in the Buffalo region are currently powerless due to fallen limbs and toppled trees and the like. There are many videos online of traffic signals dangling or in one case literally falling to the ground and shattering. At times the wind outside yesterday sounded like a freight train barreling by at high speed, and while the winds have slackened somewhat this morning, it’s still very breezy out with gusts in the upper-40mph range. Peak gusts yesterday topped out at 74mph, which is not unheard-of around here, but it’s very abnormal. We would have liked to have made a more leisurely trek home yesterday, but the weather forecast seemed to make haste a wiser approach, and I’ve no regrets on that score. The weather forecasters seem to have nailed this one.

In other local news, the most dramatic thing to happen is perhaps the breaking of the Lake Erie ice boom. This is a contraption of logs and chains that is deployed each fall across the place where Lake Erie outflows into the Niagara River. This barrier keeps large chunks of ice from flowing downstream, where it can cause flooding issues and also damage the intakes at the power plants that use the Niagara’s flow to turn the turbines that run the generators. Some old-timers even speculate that the ice boom, by virtue of damming up ice and artificially keeping the Buffalo end of Lake Erie colder longer, is the culprit behind this region’s notably crappy spring seasons. I don’t know the truth of that, but yesterday the winds were sufficient to break the boom, sending ice downstream very rapidly. The winds also blew the ice-filled water so hard that the ice actually jumped the seawalls, resulting in scenes captured most dramatically by this fellow from Fort Erie, Ontario (which is just across the river from Buffalo). Warning: this guy talks a lot through his video and he swears constantly, so you might want to dial down the volume. The visual is the important thing, anyway.


Today in Buffalo and Erie County, most of the schools are closed as they assess buildings for damage or await power restoration. As of this morning there appear to have been no deaths from this storm, but everything is a mess and I imagine there are a lot of jangled nerves around the area as well. We’ll get through, of course. We always do. The troubling thought is that winter isn’t over yet….

And that’ll do for the Weekend Wrap-up! One final pictorial testimonial from our trip: the Dee-oh-gee rarely falls asleep in the car, but after a full day-and-a-half of adventure, here’s how he spent yesterday’s couple hour drive back home:

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Ayup. I’m feelin’ you, buddy.

* Yes, The Wife has finally left the restaurant management world, and after years of having to creatively cram things we wanted to do into that schedule and picking-and-choosing which few things we could do of all the things we wanted  to do, and years of her being increasingly tired because the restaurant business will go on insisting on 50+ hour work weeks until a literal Act of Congress makes them knock that shit off, we finally feel like we have a degree of our lives back.

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Adventures in Junk Food

So, let’s talk Combos!

I first remember Combos showing up in the 1980s, but from what I’m reading online they actually came out in the 1970s. Maybe the 80s were when the first big marketing push happened. If you’ve never had Combos, well…you really need to get out the cave you’re living in. They are a salty snack made by filling little tubes of either pretzel, cracker, or tortilla with some filling or other. Usually it’s cheese-related.

SeriousEats offers this, by way of description:

Created in the ’70s, Combos have become a staple of rest stop gas stations. They’re marketed as the perfect driving food—75% of all Combos sales occur in gas stations**—and those marketers may well be right. They’re baked, so they don’t get your fingers greasy the way potato chips do, allowing you to maintain proper grippage on the steering wheel as you maneuver through perilous long, straight, highways. They’re heartier and more texturally varied than most bagged snacks. They provide just enough interesting structural and procedural challenges to keep you occupied until the next game of Mad Libs, while not so many that you get distracted from driving. They also come in over a dozen flavors that range from “That makes sense” to “WTF, buffalo?”

**According to the statistics I just completely made up

There’s a lot of truth to this. Combos really do taste better when eaten in a car, preferably with something carbonated with which to wash them down. I’d estimate that over 90% of the Combos I’ve ever eaten were consumed in the car. My favorite flavor is the Pepperoni Pizza version (not to confused with Pizzeria Pretzel), but really–I’ll pretty much eat any flavor of the things. Cases in point:

I love Combos and I am not ashamed! #yum #junkfood #combos

Hmmmm....


Of the two, I prefer the Seven Layer Dip ones to the Buffalo Blue Cheese ones. You might find that odd, given that I live near Buffalo and am thus supposed to be enamored of all such flavors, but in my experience, the “Buffalo wing” flavor doesn’t always exactly translate to other snack foods very well. It’s hard to get the vinegary-spicy flavor of the wings AND the blue cheese in there at once; usually what results is too much spice or salt, or the sour flavor of the blue cheese profile overwhelms everything. The Combos fare better in that regard, partly because it’s just the filling that’s flavored, so the outer pretzel covering ends up “absorbing” some of the overwhelming effects.

Meanwhile, the “Seven Layer Dip” Combos mainly taste like mild salsa and sour cream. Obviously you’re not going to get all seven layers in there! The idea is to hint at the flavor of the stuff, not capture it straight out. So these Combos (with their tortilla shell) are more suggestive of a seven layer dip than actually taste like one outright. And I can respect that: This is a bite-sized snack food, after all.

So there we are! What snack foods shall I try next? It’s a wonderful salty munchy world out there!

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Adventures in Junk Food

For several years now, the fine folks at Lay’s have been coming up with interesting potato chip flavors. Some are OK (“Garlic Cheese Bread”), and some are…not (“Chicken and Waffles”, which I tried, and “Cappuccino”, which I did not).

This year is no different, and I was very much intrigued by these:

A possible future regret. #potatochips #waitwhat

I’ve only had fried green tomatoes a few times, and not in quite a few years. I like them, but they’re not anything I would go out of my way to eat. The chips, though? They’re actually pretty good!

The Fried Green Tomato chips. I actually liked these! #yum #potatochips #junkfood

I like that they did this with the Wavy style chips, which are my favorite: they’re more crisp than crumble, and the wavy texture stands up a lot better to robust flavoring. These have a nice savory flavor, with enough spice to add just a bit of smokiness and heat, and they’re not super-salty, either. Do they taste like tomato? Why yes…but only just a little. It’s a very mild flavor, which is good because I suspect that it could get overwhelming.

Nicely done, Lay’s! I’ll be buying more of these. (And then, as always seems to happen with “specialty flavor” things to which I take a shine, they will almost certainly vanish from the market never to be seen again. Alas!)

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Munchies!!!

I like to try new (or new to me) snack foods and candy on occasion. And by ‘on occasion’, I mean, ‘all the time’. I try not to try new snack foods and candy all the time, but…well, I do my fair share of sampling such wonders.

Examples? Here are three!

:: Lucky Butter Coconut Cookies!

These aren't bad, but I was hoping for more flavor. #cookies #yum

These are nice. Not great, but nice. They have neither a strong coconut nor a strong butter flavor, but enough of each to be detectable. The cookies are thin and crispy, but not so thin as to completely crumble when you bite them. The individual cookies are nicely big–about two inches by one inch rectangular–and the upper side has a nice buttery sheen and a pretty yellow color throughout. They’re quite good with coffee. If you’re looking for a pleasantly mild kind of cookie, these are definitely that. And the package is really cheap: I got one pack for under two bucks.

:: Jimmie Stix!

Dessert tonight: Boyer 'Jimmie Stix'!. I like obscure candy bars, and Boyer's Peanut Butter Smoothie (peanut butter cups with a butterscotch shell instead of chocolate) are one of my favorites. #candy #yum

One major reason I love going to Vidler’s in East Aurora (which is an old-school five-and-dime store) is its selection of obscure candy. If you’re looking to venture beyond the familiar realm of Snickers and Reese’s cups, this is the store for you. Vidler’s is a constant supplier of my favorite candy bar of all time, the Boyer Peanut Butter Smoothie (a peanut butter cup with a butterscotch shell). Here I have another confection by Boyer, the “Jimmie Stick”, or “Stix” in plural. They’re literally what the package says: two pretzel sticks covered in peanut butter and then covered in chocolate.

Interior of the Jimmie Stick (see last pic). This is good! Like a peanut butter Twix but with a pretzel. Will buy again. #candy

I liked this thing a lot. It reminds me of the “Take 5” Bar, without the caramel. The peanut butter and chocolate go well together, obviously, but the pretzel interior gives the whole proceedings a very pleasing crunch, and the pretzel’s saltiness elevates the proceedings. I really liked this and will definitely buy more next time I’m in Vidler’s.

:: And finally, Utz “Sweet Corn” Potato Chips.

These are...odd. Not awful, but I'm not sure I'd buy them again. #yum #potatochips

This summer the fine folks at Utz, who make a lot of fine salty snacks, came out with a line of “Grilling Classics” chips. There are three flavors: Cheeseburger (which are actually really good with a hint of yellow mustard), Grilled Hot Dog (which are really disappointing and taste mostly of char), and now these. If the Cheeseburger chips are the good ones in this line, and the Hot Dog ones are the bad chips in this line, then these are the “Meh”. They’re not horrible. The chips have a definite taste of corn that has been applied somehow, but it’s also an artificial taste of corn, and it literally tastes artificial. Sometimes you can add a non-traditional chip flavor to a chip and result in something that’s kind of tasty (like the Cheeseburger ones), but other times you end up with something akin to cognitive dissonance as your tongue screams to your brain, “This should not taste like this. ERROR. ERROR.” I think we can call that “culinary dissonance”, right?

Anyway, like I said, the flavor of these chips isn’t unpleasant. They’re not bad at all. But I was not able to get used to them. The last two chips in the bowl tasted every bit as wrong to me as the first two, and that’s a problem. I’ll finish the bag, but these won’t be on my list of Munchie Paths To Trod Again.

So, who out there has tried something new in the Munchie world of late?

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One Memory of Each Grandmother

I never knew my grandfathers. Both had passed away long before I arrived on the scene. My grandmothers, though? Both lived into my teens, when–quite sadly–both passed away within about six months of each other. Grammy, my father’s mother, went first in the fall of 1986. Gramma, my mother’s mother, passed later that winter (or maybe it was early spring). Here’s a memory I have from each.

Grammy and the Manhattans

The Manhattan was my grandmother's favorite cocktail, and it is my mother's as well. I don't think it's mine -- my heary belongs to the Mojito and to the Dark&Stormy -- but heavens, is Manhattan good! #whiskey #cocktails #manhattan #bourbon #yum #candyisd


Over the last seven or eight years or so, my tastes in adult beverages have shifted from beer to wine and cocktails. My favorite cocktails tend to be rum-based, with my favorites being the Mojito and the Dark-and-Stormy, but over the last few months I’ve discovered Grammy’s favorite cocktail, the classic Manhattan.

Grammy simply adored Manhattans. I don’t know of a time when I wasn’t aware that there was a drink called a Manhattan and that it was Grammy’s favorite drink. One time, toward the end of her life, she was visiting us for a week or two. By this point she was starting to experience some problems with her mobility, but when my father invited her “down the street” (his longtime euphemism for “going to the bar”) for a Manhattan, well, suddenly she was a bit more spry. My mother later told me that when I was just a toddler and my family was moving from Pittsburgh to Portland, OR, Grammy gave her a bottle of Manhattans to see her through the trip.

So I decided a while back to try making a Manhattan, mainly out of curiosity. I have several books on mixology, so I grabbed a recipe and picked up the ingredients and had a go. The base recipe I use is as follows:

Stir together in a mixing cup with 1 ice cube:

2 parts bourbon
1 part sweet Vermouth
dash of Angostura bitters

Stir for at least twenty revolutions of the bar spoon (yes, I count them), and then pour over ice in a rocks glass. Garnish with at least two Maraschino cherries.

There are recipes out there that call for both sweet and dry Vermouth, but I haven’t tried that mainly because I don’t have room in the fridge for two open bottles of Vermouth. I have also used Red Stag whiskey, which has a black cherry flavor. One thing I don’t do consistently is include the Maraschino cherries, and I have received stern lectures on this from both my mother and my sister. I like the cherries, but too often our jar of them migrates to the rear of the fridge, and who wants to dig through cups of yogurt and jars of pickles and partial cans of tomato paste and who knows what else every time they want a drink? Not me…but for purism’s sake I should probably get with the program.

Besides, the cherries also pertain to Grammy specifically, because she could put the stem in her mouth and tie it in a knot with her tongue. That’s some serious stuff, folks. Everyone’s grandmother should have at least one eye-popping useless skill, right?


Gramma’s Blue Jug

I expect that everyone’s grandmother had a particular item in their home, just some ordinary thing that was just an unremarked and unremarkable part of their daily lives, that stays in our memory. We remember this item not for any specific event that we recall in which it played a part; it’s just that this particular item, whatever it might be, serves as a kind of totem for a particular time and place. If we’re very lucky, we inherit that item. If we’re kind of lucky, we at least see one just like it once in a while at an antique store.

For Gramma, it was a blue ceramic jug.

At her house it always contained ice water. She’d fill it from the tap and put it in the fridge, and I don’t remember any ice water in my life ever being so cold and refreshing as that from Gramma’s blue ceramic jug. Now, ceramic is a good material for such things because it takes its sweet time in transferring heat. Cold ceramic stays cold (or hot) for a long time. Water from that jug couldn’t have physically been colder than anything else in that fridge, but for some reason it felt like it was. This jug was blue, and it was circular in profile with the handle a part of the circle as opposed to being its own protrusion. The cork-inlay stopper matched as well.

As far as I know, Gramma had that jug in her fridge up ’til the day she died. I have no idea what happened to the jug after that. Gramma lived with my Uncle Bob, who wasn’t…well, let’s just say that Uncle Bob was not a terribly easy man to like and leave it at that. Inheriting the jug wasn’t a possibility, and that was that.

Some years later, my sister managed to find one in an antique store, and she bought it for my mother, who was ecstatic to have the jug. For her, it didn’t even matter that it wasn’t the very jug from Gramma’s kitchen. The color was the same, the jug was the same, and for her it was every bit as good as having the real thing. I’m not so avid an antiquer as my sister, but I do go to antique stores a few times a year and I’ve always kept an eye out for the same jug. I’ve never yet seen one “in the wild”, but I would have bought one if I’d seen it and the price was right. If it was too much, well–I’d look at it in the case and remember drinking out of Gramma’s and move on.

Flash forward to just last week, when I went to an antique mall near Rochester, NY with my sister. She found one of the jugs, in the right shade of blue. She bought it and gave it to me. It turns out that she’s seen several of them over the years and now she owns two of her own back home, where she lives in Colorado. She was even planning to give one of those to me, but when she saw one right then and there, she figured it would save her some future postage (as well as worry about shipping an antique ceramic jug). How did I not see it, since we were at the same mall? Well, the mall is huge, so when we entered we each went a different direction. Had we reversed course, I might have seen it first and snapped it up.

Anyway, I agree with my mother: having a jug that’s exactly the same is pretty much every bit as good as having Gramma’s original jug. Right now it’s on a shelf in my study. Will I use it as a jug in the fridge, filled with ice water for a hot summer day? I don’t know yet. I sure like looking at it, though.

Adventures in Antiquing 8: Ceramic pitcher. My grandmother had one exactly like this. And now I do too! #antiquing #ceramicpitcher

I could, I suppose, mix up a big batch of Manhattans and keep them in the jug in the fridge. That would be a poetic tribute to two wonderful grandmothers….

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How I made Gluten-Free Fried Chicken, lived to tell the tale, and was worshiped as a hero

The Wife and I both share a love of fried chicken, because fried chicken is awesome and people who don’t like it are wrong and unhappy. We don’t indulge fried chicken all that often, because it is admittedly not the healthiest stuff in the world, and over the last few years, we’ve indulged even more infrequently, as The Wife has had to adopt a gluten-free diet. Before that, though, this is how we almost exclusively enjoyed fried chicken:

Yeah: the KFC bucket. This is now off the table as an option for us, although once a year or so, when The Wife isn’t gonna be home for dinner, I’ll treat The Daughter and I to a bucket. (Same thing with one of our favorite local pizza joints, because I try not to flaunt Teh Gluten in front of She Who Cannot Eat It But Can Still Smell The Amazing Food).

Anyhow, very few restaurants offer GF fried chicken, so now it’s become an almost-luxury. One such restaurant is the wonderful Waffle Frolic in Ithaca. We make a point of eating there each and every year when we visit for the Apple Harvest Festival. I never heard of waffles with fried chicken until about ten years ago, but since then? One of my favorite things! We found another fried chicken restaurant with GF offerings in Webster, NY, but that’s nowhere near our usual beaten path. That leaves making it myself as the only real option.

Despite our love of fried chicken, I never made it all that often, because it tends to be a bit labor-intensive. (As per this excerpt from one of my favorite cookbooks.) However, I’ve recently decided that I should make it more often, and it needs to be gluten-free. So! Off to the races, Batman!

Obviously, the key is to make sure your seasoning is gluten-free (they almost always are, but it’s best to check the label or make your own seasoning mix) and use gluten-free flour instead of regular wheat flour. That’s it. Other than those cautions, making GF fried chicken is no different from any other fried chicken. I made a batch last weekend, and I was promptly informed that I didn’t make enough. (I made twelve pieces. For a family of three. Not enough. And…they were right.)

In terms of methodology, I did a little research on GF fried chicken, and then I basically mashed up a recipe of Emeril Lagasse’s (from this cookbook) with one of Alton Brown’s (from this episode of Good Eats – excuse the poor video quality. I only fried legs and thighs, because frankly I don’t get America’s obsession with breast meat, and while I could have done wings, the legs and thighs were enough. (And no, I didn’t butcher my own chickens. I know, Alton Brown says you’re supposed to. But when The Store sells these nice big packs of a dozen legs and another pack of a dozen thighs for the same combined price as two whole chickens, which wouldn’t yield enough of what I want anyway, I go with the big packs. My sense of frugality has not yet developed to “butchering my own chickens”.)

As I researched technique and looked at recipes, I realized that the only real difference is the flour, when making fried chicken gluten-free. That’s it. Every other aspect of preparation is the same. You just have to use different flour, and the key tip I found in this regard is that you have to be a little bit careful in which GF flour you use.

Gluten-free flour, for those who have never used it, is made of grains that don’t have gluten. I know, that’s obvious, but there are a lot of variations out there: rice flour, garbanzo bean flour, flours from various nuts, and so on. Some GF flours consist of just one of these, while others are a blend. The thing with GF flours is that because there’s no gluten, they don’t behave in quite the same way that wheat flour does, especially in yeast-leavening situations. Gluten is what gives bread and pizza dough that “stretchy” quality, which is why breads made with GF flour tend to have noticeably different texture. And that’s fine, but to get the textures closer to what’s expected, GF flours often have to be supplemented with xanthan gum.

What does this have to do with fried chicken? Well, some GF flours on the market now come with xanthan gum already added, while others don’t. For fried chicken, you want the stuff that does NOT have xanthan gum in it. Now, I did not verify this myself, but I found that tip on a GF cooking website that really seems to know what it’s talking about, so I took them at their word. So read the label and make sure your GF flour has no xanthan gum. OK? OK!

The rest of the steps were pretty standard, actually. I soaked the chicken in a quart of buttermilk overnight in a one-gallon ziploc bag. Emeril Lagasse says to season the buttermilk with hot sauce and Essence, but I didn’t bother. (Yes, I use Emeril’s trademark Essence spice mix. Sue me. It’s a perfectly good spice mix with flavors I like.) For the cooking oil, I used regular vegetable oil. I know, peanut oil is better for frying, but it’s also really expensive in the quantities needed, and since I do very little deep frying, I never end up keeping the oil I use for further dishes. Besides, smoke point wasn’t a factor, because of the temperature I used.

After about twenty-four hours of buttermilk soaking in the fridge, I drained the chicken, seasoned it liberally with Essence, and dredged it in my GF flour. Then I let the pieces rest on a rack over a cookie sheet while I heated the oil and then fried the pieces in batches, four at a time.


I'm making fried chicken. #yum #friedchicken


Alton Brown’s method in the Good Eats episode is actually for pan frying the chicken, not deep frying it. But the preparation steps are the same, as are the food-handling tips he provides, so I used all those: long buttermilk soak, liberal seasoning of both sides of the chicken, flour dredging, and resting the pieces. I did rest the pieces much longer than Brown calls for – in fact, the last pieces to go in ended up with a 40-minute rest period! But all was well, so I wasn’t worried. I also did not season the dredging flour itself, heeding Brown’s advice that some spices do burn so they’re better off being shielded beneath the flour than being mixed in with it.

And then, into the oil with the chicken!


Fry some more! #yum #friedchicken #altonbrown

Come to papa! #yum #cooking #friedchicken



As noted, Brown is pan frying his chicken in the show, so he uses vegetable shortening that he heats to 350 degrees. I used vegetable oil to deep fry my chicken, and here I heeded a piece of advice from Lagasse: I used a lower temperature, only 300 degrees (which dipped into the 280-range when the pieces first went in). I had about three inches deep worth of oil in my Dutch oven, and I did four pieces at a time, ten minutes to a side each. Doing the math, it took me about an hour to fry up a dozen pieces of chicken – another reason I don’t do this all that often. Lagasse recommends the lower heat because he believes that higher heat can result in a scorched crust on the chicken by the time the meat is done. Again, I did not experiment to see if he was right. I did, however, follow his advice, and the result was highly satisfactory.

Finally, out came the chicken:


Overalls are the ideal garment for cooking, yo. #cooking #overalls #vintage #Key #bluedenim #dungarees #denim

Thigh and leg. Finished article. Oh yeah babe. #yum #cooking #friedchicken #darkmeat #ftw



Those two pieces above are from the last batch, which was quite noticeably darker than the first batch, because of more bits of stuff floating around in the oil by the time I got to them. They were still awesome, though.

Oh, and that book excerpt I link above? I think she’s wrong when she says that the chicken must be fried at the last minute. If anything, the chicken should be fried first, and then allowed to rest for a while before eating. I had more than enough time to throw together a batch of cornbread and bake it in between the batches. It’s generally my belief that you do not want to eat fried chicken within at least fifteen minutes of removing it from the fryer. The stuff stays warm for a really long time, and cooked meat of any type should always be rested.

How did the chicken come out in the end? Well, the family ate it all up and promptly scolded me for not making enough. I made twelve pieces. That should tell you something. That was some good chicken, folks! And The Wife didn’t get sick from eating it! Yay! Yeah, we really set the culinary bar high here at Casa Jaquandor: food has to both taste good and not make The Wife sick.

A couple other random thoughts:

:: This gadget is awesome:


Another indispensable kitchen gizmo: a combination timer and thermometer. The probe is on a long cord and you can set a target temp for stuff in the oven: when the food hits the temp, the gizmo beeps. Very handy. #cooking


It’s a combo timer and probe thermometer. The probe is on a really long high-temp cord, so you can actually set the probe in a piece of food in the oven and set the gizmo to alert you when a target temperature is reached. Or you can use it as a straight-up timer. Very useful. I recommend it.

:: I also recommend that every kitchen on Earth have at least one of these:


BTW, if your kitchen arsenal doesn't include one of these, GET ONE. Trust me. #cooking #spiderskimmer


The spider skimmer is a Chinese invention that is ideal for removing food items from hot liquids. Seriously, you need one of these if you don’t have one. You might even need two.

:: This was the first time I ever used my Dutch oven for deep frying. Prior to this, I always used my wok, which works just fine. The wok is a perfectly acceptable pan for deep frying. I prefer the Dutch oven, though. Its straight sides give more room at the pan’s bottom for the chicken pieces to do their thing without touching each other and getting clingy. Also, the Dutch oven is narrower at the top, which means that I could use my splatter-shield gizmo to contain the splattering oil. With the taller pot and the lower oil temp, there wasn’t really much splatter at all, but being able to use the shield was a bonus. (I know, I can get a shield wide enough for the wok.)

:: Always take time while cooking to pet the cat.


Lester visited while I was making dinner #Lester #catsofinstagram


And I always wonder, why don’t more cooks and chefs wear overalls in the kitchen? Their whole purpose is to be protective! Comfort is supreme, they’re not super hot to wear, owing to their looser fit than regular pants, having pockets to stick utensils is nice, and I like to hang a towel off the hammer loop to wipe my hands on. Anyway….

So there you have it: making gluten-free fried chicken. Next time I’ll probably make two dozen pieces. And I’ll be frying for two hours….

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Making Mojitos!

My favorite cocktail is undoubtedly the Dark And Stormy, but the wonderful Mojito runs a very close second. Here’s how I make them!

We start with some mint. Here I have eight smallish leaves, lightly crushed between my fingers and thrown into the mixing cup.

Mojito I: It starts with mint. 8 leaves, lightly crushed and put in the shaker. #mojito #yum #rum

Next comes lime juice. For each drink I squeeze one lime, using this nifty squeezing hoodickey:

Mojito II: Lime juice. I squeeze one small lime into each drink. #mojito #yum #rum

No, you don’t need a fancy citrus-squeezer. You can stab the lime with a fork and squeeze it by hand.

Next, a tea spoon of fine sugar! The finer the better, really. I use a fine-grind turbinado sugar. Some recipes call for simple syrup instead, but I find that the granular sugar helps with the muddling.

Mojito III: a tea spoon of fine sugar. I don't like to use simple syrup for this. #mojito #yum #rum

Then, we use the muddler! Yes, I have a muddler:

Mojito IV: Bring on the muddler! #mojito #yum #rum

But you don’t have to use an actual muddler. You can use a wooden spoon. The idea is to get down in there and crush the mint leaves, releasing their oils.

Mojito V: MUDDLE IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT! #mojito #yum #rum

After that, you add rum! This is to taste. I sometimes use spiced rum; other times I use light rum, or gold rum, or even black rum. You can also use flavored rums if you like. Here I use spiced rum. Two ounces: both sides of a shot measure get filled and dumped into the mixing cup.

Mojito VI: Rum! 2oz, please. I used spiced rum tonight. #mojito #yum #rum

After this, you add ice:

Mojito VII: Ice! I use cubes. #mojito #yum #rum

I use cubes because I’m generally too lazy to crush the ice. Either is fine, really. Most bars where I’ve ordered mojitos used crushed. Once the ice is added, put the top on your mixing cup and shake vigorously. You don’t need a whole lot of shaking; just ten to fifteen shakes will do. Pour the whole kit-and-kaboodle into your waiting glass, and now add the final ingredient: club soda.

Mojito VIII: Shake, pour into glasses, and top with club soda. I like to pour some club soda into the shaker first to "deglaze" it. #mojito #yum #rum

I usually make two mojitos at a time, so I evenly split the can of club soda between the two, and I like to first pour a bit of the soda into the mixing cup to “deglaze” it, rinsing out any sugar that didn’t dissolve and getting some remaining lime juice and mint oils. Top off, add mint garnish if desired, and serve it up!

Mojito IX: Drink! Additional mint garnisb optional. You can vary the drink by adding fruit at the muddling stage...berries of all kinds are wonderful! #mojito #yum #rum

That’s the basic mojito recipe. You can change it up by adding different fruit before muddling — blueberries or strawberries work very nicely — and you can change up the rums. I’ve considered making a mojito with a lemon instead of a lime, but I’m pretty sure that would be sufficiently different conceptually from the classic drink that I couldn’t call it a “mojito” anymore. But there it is — the mojito! Such a refreshing, wonderful drink for the latter half of summer, when the night starts to fall sooner but the heat lingers!

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Shakshuka!

The Wife and I have become big fans of the Alton Brown-hosted cooking competition show Cutthroat Kitchen, and not just for its gonzo competition stuff but because it also has actually broadened our food horizons a bit, whenever the challenge dish is something we haven’t heard of before. Such an example came up a few weeks ago, when Brown tasked his competitor chefs with making a dish called shakshuka.

Being unfamiliar with the dish, I googled it and discovered that it’s a dish of Middle Eastern origin, in which a rich tomato sauce is made and then eggs are poached on top of it. I was intrigued by this on a number of levels: I love eggs, I love tomato sauce, and I love Middle Eastern cuisine, and when I started looking at recipes, I realized that this dish is well within my ability to cook. So cook it I did! I used this recipe from Epicurious.com, and…the results were mixed.

We enjoyed the dish more than enough to put it on the “Make it again!” list, but there were some areas of concern. First, the recipe calls for way too much salt, so I’ll be correcting this massively when I make the dish again. Second, the recipe’s stated cook-time for the eggs was too long to our taste, resulting in hard-cooked eggs. I’m not sure if we want runny eggs, but hard-cooked was a little too much. But still: for a first-time-attempt, the dish turned out well and I’m looking forward to trying it again.

Here’s my finished product:

Shakshuka: well, this was good but not a home run. Recipe called for too much salt and too long a cook on the eggs, with predictable results. Still, the dish was tasty enough to make again, with some tweaks. #yum #shakshuka

Good stuff, but next time it’ll be great stuff!

(Oh, and I omitted the bay leaf, because seriously, f*** bay leaf. Those things are useless.)

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The Host who can Boast the Most Roast

So I saw an article last week someplace, maybe Facebook, about a recipe that had somehow gone viral: “Mississippi Roast”. The recipe is insanely simple:

1. Spray your crockpot with cooking spray.
2. Throw in a chuck roast, around 3 to 4 lbs.
3. Sprinkle directly onto the meat 1 packet of gravy or au jus mix, and 1 packet of Ranch dressing mix.
4. Put a stick of butter on top of this.
5. Scatter 8-10 pepperoncini (banana peppers, pickled in a jar) around the top of the meat.
6. Cook on LOW for eight hours.

That’s it.

I read the article with fascination, and then I asked people on Facebook and elsewhere if they’d ever heard of such a thing (they had), and I Googled it to see if this was real (it is). I have to admit that I was skeptical. I’m a sucker for recipes of the “Throw a small number of ingredients in the crockpot, wait six to eight hours, and eat the resulting deliciousness,” but this was pushing me a little far.

But not far enough to try it.

So I did.

Here’s what it looked like before I put the lid on and turned on the crockpot:

And here’s the result, served alongside some roasted potato wedges:


Oh yeah babe. #yum #mississippiroast


It was amazing. I always find that pot roast needs some help in the seasoning department, but somehow this seasoning turned out perfect. The only downside? After we each had two servings of the meat, there weren’t many leftovers left, and you want leftovers when the meat turns out that good. You know, sandwiches and stuff.

Next time, I’m doing two roasts.

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