Garlic bread, cheesecake, and cotton candy are not foods people, on a whole, would prefer to consume in liquid form, yet through the magic of modern-day science and free time, we now have that option. I ordered ten of the strangest iced tea flavors from Southern Boy Teas (garlic bread not included…I mean, we know how that’s going to end) last week to put them to the test. Since I’ve been home, I’ve really been getting into tea. Rather, my laziness has. Throughout my one-bedroom apartment, I’ve been placing strateagic (I swear that’s the last tea joke) stations to satisfy my craving. There are plenty of kettles to trip on. Continue reading “Southern Boy Teas Rainbow Sherbet”
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Children do not know how to accurately predict trends. Yeah, I said it. They’re lousy tastemakers. Call it an unpopular opinion like Carly Fiorina’s weird demon sheep campaign ad, but I’m sincerely tired of seeing what they come up with. They don’t know what America wants. I mean, I’m all for grapes that taste like non-grape things, but cotton candy is just another word for sugar. And now Dum Dums are still pandering to the fun-sized masses with pizza-flavored lollipops.
I participated in an Ambassador Program on behalf of Influence Central for Hood Cream. I received product samples as well as a promotional item to thank me for my participation.Last week, I took a drive up to Boston to Deuxave, the brainchild of Chef Chris Coombs of Chopped legacy, for a dinner sponsored by Hood Cream and Influence Central. Five courses, and not a bit too heavy. How? Read on and find out. There are some neat secrets to share that go beyond whipped cream. Continue reading “Hood Cream Immersion Dinner at Deuxave, Boston, MA”
Welp, I’m home. Hartford hasn’t changed a bit, but there’s something to be said about being alone and in a real bed again. I’d like to thank Intex and Xanax for keeping me sane and asleep this summer. You’re the real heroes! And without further ado, the last fifteen favorites on the last leg of my summer in Pittsburgh. Continue reading “15 in 30: Top Eats in Pittsburgh, Month 2”
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It’s July, the sun is shining, and the city is gorgeous- I’ve been grilling and chilling at home with beer, meat, and the Bedfellow. What more could I want? I’m still on an all-meat diet, so I’ve been using protein and minimal carbs to create recipes that are flavorful and clever with little prep and unique flavors, thanks to the House of BBQ at Price Chopper.Recently, the Bedfellow and I were craving turkey in July, but without Thanksgiving flavors, we were at a loss. Solution? Chicken drumsticks, braised for hours and made into succulent, fall-off-the-bone citrus and beer-braised chicken, with a moist inside, with meat that can be eaten right off the bone or cuddled inside delicious corn tortillas with fresh cilantro, jalapeno, onion, and orange aioli. The secret is in the beer- I used Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy, available at Price Chopper. It’s a versatile, seasonal brew with an array of flavors right out of a craft brewery.What’s a shandy? It’s like an Arnold Palmer for adults- switch the tea out for beer and you have a shandy, made with beer and lemonade. Simple, yet ridiculously satisfying. Not only is it great to drink, it’s great to cook with, especially when you add jalapenos and lemons to the mix. We slow-cooked our drumsticks in shandy with plenty of spices and seasonings, and shredded them to top on parmesan crisp nachos with a creamy orange aioli, cilantro, and caramelized onion for a summertime snack. Continue reading “Beer-braised chicken with Leinenkugel’s Summer Shandy #ad”
Over the weekend, the Bedfellow came for an amazing, whirlwind visit, and the first thing she sat down to eat after a long flight was a sandwich. Distance is a cruel addition to our partnership, and it has added food jealousy to our discourse.“What are you doing?”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing. It sounds like chips.”
“It’s actually chips…and a sandwich.”
“What kind of sandwich?” Continue reading “Mustard & Co. Smoky BBQ”
Recently, The Bedfellow and I wandered to Ikea, as we’re often wont to do when we’re looking for new oddities to purchase, and we stumbled upon their new candy wall. Based in the Swedish ‘Saturday candy’ tradition, the wall features an array of exotic Swedish and Finnish candies from licorice to gummies, available by the pound. Here’s what I picked up and enjoyed at the Pittsburgh location.
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Pittsburgh, you have so much good, weird food. Burgers? Check. Pizza? Hell yes. Dessert? For the love of god, are you Alanis Morrisette? Because I am aware of the irony of going on a 3mi hike through town and then sniffing around Prantl’s. Not okay, Steel City, not okay. In any case, snarfing a single-sized burnt almond torte, arguably the specialty of Pittsburgh, in four sittings gave me an interesting idea when a package from Quest arrived late last week. The cake on the package of the vanilla almond crunch bar looked strikingly similar to my favorite, albeit nutritionally devoid cake. Could I make it and add an assload of protein? I absolutely could. Continue reading “Prantl’s Burnt Almond Torte, Proteined Up”
It’s been a fast month here in the Steel City- too fast! I’ve been acclimating to work, commuting like I casually memorized the bus schedule, and have been writing bench briefs like it ain’t no thang. It is a thang! And it’s hard! I’ve also been casually eating my way through the city, enjoying the most of each neighborhood. I’ve spent the most time in Lawrenceville in the last two weeks, overshadowed only by Squirrel Hill, my own neighborhood, and Shadyside. In that time, I’ve had amazing treats, from homemade pierogies to beautiful burgers to macarons that taste like they’re straight out of Paris. Continuing my on-the-road tradition from last year, albeit souped up (disclaimer: this article contains no soup), here’s my Top 15 in 30. Continue reading “15 in 30: Top Eats in Pittsburgh, Month 1”