After running into pretty much everyone I know at Saint-Ex last night, I might have stayed there a bit too long and am a bit too hungover for a decent food-related post. I will be attempting Red Velvet Cake for my grandfather’s birthday over the weekend though, which should be entertaining.

That being said, BE HERE TONIGHT. You’ll still have time to go out afterwards, and can do so knowing that you’ve done your good deed for the day.

In my case, it will be a little hair of the dog for a good cause.


Hate to bury the fundraiser post, but this is worth mentioning:


I repeat,


What the fuck?

highlights include:
– one in every 36 Hispanic adults
– one in every 15 black adults
– one in every 9 black men between 20 and 34

*American adults, not Americans in general. According to the Justice Department, one of every 130 Americans is in jail.

mmm, pierogies




I bought some pierogies at the farmer’s market last week. And I finally got around to eating them last night, while watching “Who’s that Girl?” (best 80’s/Madonna movie EVER). And I have to say, not only are they delicious, but I might have invented the best pierogi eating recipe ever.

Please hold your applause.

So, these pierogies are not like the Mrs. T’s variety. the pasta itself is much thinner, and the’re massive (slightly smaller than a clementine). The guy who sold them to me said they wouldn’t hold up well to boiling, but that I could sautée them. So, I dumped them in my trusty cast-iron skillet with some olive oil and butter.

Then I got worried. The pierogies were frozen, and it soon became obvious that I was going to burn them before the insides thawed. What to do, what to do…

(/struck by lightening) I know! Potatoes+beer+cheese= yum. I’ll dump some beer into the pan and cover it and steam the suckers.

Only the only beer I had on hand was some Kasteel Rouge, a Belgian beer with cherries. It’s delicious, don’t get me wrong, but a little on the sweet side. I figured I’d take my chances though. If nothing else, it would help steam the pierogies, taste better than water (I didn’t even have any stock in the house…I know, I’m sad), and if all else failed, I still had doughy pockets of goat cheese and garlic potato-y goodness to eat in front of my favorite 80’s movie. So in it went.

After about 15 minutes of covered bubbling, I lifted my improvised lid, and fished out the pierogies, which left me with a significant amount of warm beer with bits of cheese and browned pierogies plus the butter/olive oil from earlier. Again, I went out on a lark, and decided to scrape up all the browned bits, add some balsamic to temper the sweetness, and reduce the crap out of it and dump it on my pierogies.

Sweet mother of Elmo, was it good.

I don’t know what happened in that pan, but everything combined into this glorious gravy like substance, with just a hint of cherry. I could have ingested a gravy boat full. I could have bathed in it. If I wanted kids, I would have named one of them “AccidentalPierogiCherryGravy.”

Now, photogenic, this dish is not.

But in case you couldn’t tell, I enjoyed the HELL out of it.

Wednesday Food Round-up

Frank Bruni gives Central Michel Richard some love [New York Times]
I have a crippling meatball obsession. This recipe will not help [New York Times]
A memoir about English food? Sounds better than you’d think. [New York Times]
Georgetown Cupcake…they’re right, Cakelove’s cupcakes are dry [Washington Post]
D’Vine Bakery in Shaw…”lemony sweet potato pie” baked by a woman from South Carolina? Count me in. [Washington Post]
Day of the Pig! [San Francisco Chronicle]
Am I the only one in the world who LOVES beans? Guess not. [San Francisco Chronicle]

Also, this is enough to make you lose your appetite. Boy, we are a fat, fat country.

one quick note- fundraiser!

Not that there are lots of people reading, by any means, but for those of you that are, I wanted to link to Shmee’s blog again, in support of her Wilson High Hockey fundraiser this Friday at Clyde’s in Gallery Place. I’ll be there, and you should be too. If you’re nice to me, I might even buy you a drink. And it’s all for a good cause.

Plus, there’s a good chance Shmee and I will end up tanked and be terribly entertaining.