Ridiculously Easy
Pimiento cheese is easy and quick and effing delicious. This version adds smoky and spicy to the descriptors thus achieving the total package.
“I don’t know how to put this, but…I made my own puff pastry.”
You heard me right, folks. I made my own damn puff pastry. All it took was some planning, organization, half a day, and two pounds of butter. See? Anyone can do it.
Why does this dish inspire obsessive behavior? Because it is packed with amazing flavor, is super easy to make, and it all cooks in the amount of time it takes to steam the rice. Perfect weeknight dinner material.
Frankly, you could slather this peanut sauce on a flip flop and chew that shit with a smile on your face. That’s how good it is.
My daughter went to Vietnam for a school trip and came back with a love of Vietnamese cuisine. You may not find this surprising, since Vietnamese food is fucking delicious. But this girl survived on mac and cheese and chicken nuggets for nearly fifteen years, so for me, this was a delightful surprise.
You know that pasta sauce I love so much? The one with garlic and Calabrian chiles? Well, toss that on some pasta with some peas and pea shoots, then mix some creamy burrata all up in that shit, and this is what you get: fucking deliciousness. Spicy and lemony with that gooey, creamy goodness is a winning - no, a genius - combo.
Capers and lemons last for ages in the refrigerator, and then you open your pantry for some pasta and this one…little…magical ingredient.
There are plenty of great salsa verde recipes out there. One could argue you don’t even really need a recipe: roasted tomatillos, serranos, garlic, a little lime, and cilantro. Season to taste. Hard to go wrong.
…They have a pineapple bacon fried rice that I order every single time. Every time I’m like, “No, I have to try something different, because it’s all so amazing,” but then the wait staff comes up and I’m like, “PINEAPPLE BACON FRIED RICE WITH CONFIT DUCK!…gah, fuck.”
What happens when a crab cake gets all jacked up on cilantro and serranos? Good things.
Have you ever lamented the horrible mistakes you’ve made in your life? Drowned in a whiskey-addled funk of self-loathing because if only you knew then what you know now, things would have been different?
If crack were a pantry staple, it would be Calabrain chiles. The End.
After you eat these, I know you will want to send me things. Cash, first-born children, marriage proposals. Don’t bother. Except for the cash. I’ll take that.
Shit You Need
Having a chile paste on hand is having a shortcut to flavor. Some are all heat. Some are heat plus. Plus garlic, plus spices, plus sugar, plus fermented soy, plus fish…if anything could possibly be considered delicious, inventive societies have added chile to it and made it into a sauce.
Have you ever watched Gordon Ramsay mince an onion into perfect 2 mm cubes in 3 seconds flat? Or seed and dice a tomato so cleanly the tomato didn’t even see it coming? One minute it’s just sitting there and the next it’s laying in a million pieces like, “What the fuck just happened???”
I am pleased as rum punch to introduce a new contributor to the site: JPM, aka Agent Four. I feel lucky to have enticed him away from MI5’s secretive cocktail program for what I hope will be the first of many glimpses into the thrilling world of adult beverages.
If you read my salt post and thought my pantry was a little excessive, buckle the fuck up, because here we go.
Dear Salt,
I love you.
Yours truly and forever,
Lucius
Worth the Work
I've been aiming for apple pie perfection for 20 years. Not just the occasional glorious pie but consistent, knock it out of the park, perfect crust, zero drippy fillings no matter what apples or pie dish or phase of the moon, mouth-watering, covetable pie-fection.
I wanted my rice to tumble off my fork on the way to my mouth, studded with jewel-like bits of tomato and green onion and glistening with spicy, unctuous oils. Fucking flavor confetti. Mardi Gras in your mouth, but without the beads and drunk tourists. This was the jambalaya I needed in my life.
I know what you’re thinking: What the fuck is epazote?
I’m glad you asked.
Because we missed Fucking Delicious Friday this week, today is going to have to be Super-awesome Sunday. And boy is this one special: Tamales del Elote, or sweet corn. These are my favorite tamales, which is sort of like saying, “My favorite ice cream,” or, “My favorite Christmas ever,” or, “My favorite million-dollar lottery win.”
If you’re like most people, nougat is almost a joke. It sounds funny when you say it (nu-git) and it’s nothing but the shit you have to get through before you hit the caramel in a Milky Way.
Welcome to this week’s installment of Fucking Delicious Fridays! This week I have a conundrum. How to categorize duck confit?
Bitch, Please.
Chess pie and buttermilk pies are both traditional Southern custard pies born out of a lack of the “usual” ingredients, and both are astonishingly great.
I've been aiming for apple pie perfection for 20 years. Not just the occasional glorious pie but consistent, knock it out of the park, perfect crust, zero drippy fillings no matter what apples or pie dish or phase of the moon, mouth-watering, covetable pie-fection.
You can buy gianduja from specialty stores online. But you’ll typically only find large quantities, and maybe you don’t want 5 pounds of the stuff. Maybe you just need a little to make some slammin’ ice cream. Can you make a batch at home? You sure can.
Gianduja is Italian for “Holy Mother of God this tastes so amazing it has to be immoral.”
If you’re like most people, nougat is almost a joke. It sounds funny when you say it (nu-git) and it’s nothing but the shit you have to get through before you hit the caramel in a Milky Way.
If you don’t believe me that olive oil ice cream is a thing, simply ask Mr. Google. I did the research myself and discovered that, apparently, it is fucking fabulous.
Some people do not like coconut. It’s one of the grim realities I have had to accept in this life.
The first time I brought up the subject of quince among my friends, they seemed uncomfortable.
Grown-ass Drinks
See the glowing reviews:
“This is the best damn thing in the whole wide world.”
- literally everyone.
As the summer begins to retreat and autumn slowly drifts in on the cool evening breezes, it is time to change your cocktail program.
I am pleased as rum punch to introduce a new contributor to the site: JPM, aka Agent Four. I feel lucky to have enticed him away from MI5’s secretive cocktail program for what I hope will be the first of many glimpses into the thrilling world of adult beverages.
I hold this truth to be self-evident: Under no circumstances should a blender be allowed to touch a margarita.
Fucking Fails
I blame the farmer’s market.
The strawberries there were gorgeous: deep red and perfect and as sweet as cherubs rolled in powdered sugar. And they were right next to some kick-ass basil. They looked so pretty together and it sounded so good. What could possibly go wrong?
Quite a bit, as it turned out.
Pretty, right? Well, shit’s about to go south in a big way.
If you have a pulse, you know what carnitas are and that they are delicious. This is all that this post requires of you, so fear not the history lesson.