Did I expect to be chewing off the bra of a stranger the day before Valentine’s Day? No, but the weekend is young and the Bedfellow’s donning of the red fedora has me roving the streets. Little did I know that she condoned this type of illicit activity. We have a DADT policy in our arrangement…don’t ask, don’t tell the trainer. So when this arrived in a box from Eleni’s Cookies, I knew I could trust this to stay secret and copacetic.
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Month: February 2015
Pink Peppercorn Orange Chicken and Soba Salad
I participated in an Influencer Activation on behalf of IC for Blue Dragon. I received product samples and a promotional item to thank me for my participation. No bias, no BS, no bad recipes. Enjoy. 
I love Chinese food. Unfortunately, the Chinese food around Hartford, with the exception of the lip-tingling Shu, tastes as if it’s all sourced from one underground tap-based factory gurgling from the bottom of the city somewhere near Waterbury. It’s bad. And it’s all the same- bad takeout containers, lukewarm food. Thankfully, we have a massive Asian grocery close by and a few decent places to whet my whistle for decent Chinese cuisine, so I’m able to try my hand at it when I have the chance. And the more I enjoy the authentic recipes and flavors, the more weird, hipster things I can do in the privacy of my own home, hence this pink peppercorn orange chicken and soba salad. Continue reading “Pink Peppercorn Orange Chicken and Soba Salad”
Brick + Wood, Fairfield, CT
Ain’t no party like a Neopolitan pizza party, because a Neapolitan pizza party is held five feet away from a 1,000 degree oven. Oh yes. Brick + Wood in Fairfield is the latest pizzeria to grace the Gold Coast, and a mighty good one it is indeed. We attended a press dinner a few weeks ago, full of hijinks, Italian cocktails, and dessert in Fairfield. 
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Myojo Ippei-chan Yakisoba Japanese Style Noodles
Yesterday I started my hypertrophy training. Today, I was ass-deep in estate tax notes to the tune of 115 pages. Today, I ate my lean muscle mass in ramen. We all know ramen is elevated as an obsessive art form in the US, ever since we discovered that the rest of the world knew how good ramen was long before we cracked open our first Maruchan. But I’ve discovered the intersection of boxed, laxy convenience and near-gourmet seasoning and preparation. Its name is Myojo Japanese Yakisoba, and it played the dozens with Nissin’s version and won hard. Sauce in the house, playa.
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Epic Beef Cherry + Habanero Bar
Superbowl Sunday holds a great deal of significance to me- a day savage and full of masculinity, a day to reread A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, pump iron, and take a cool lavender bath. To change the channel from NBC to the Animal Planet and watch the Puppy Bowl over homemade Pad Kee Mao and Riesling. But above all, to eat copious amounts of meat. Let all humans take the day to observe a protein-based diet, rife with trend-influenced flavors like buffalo, chipotle, and ass-reaming hot. I’ve got a meat bar in my pocket, and no, I’m not just happy to see you.
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