Recipe Ideas

Banana Panna Cotta with blueberry sauce

Grown up Mac n' Cheese

Simple things in life are good. Flowers, children's laughter, a new born puppy... How fucking cute!!!! I don't intend to sound crass, they are fucking cute, but come on, we all know life ain't that simple. Sometimes we need more in our lives, and to over emphasize this whole issue, I am going to compare these kiddies frolicking and puppies pooping to mac n' cheese.

Yes, mac n' cheese! The stuff we all love. Perhaps it comes in a blue box with a powdered cheese sauce in which you add your liquid of choice , the recommended 2% low-fat milk or a couple swings off that JD bottle you got left from last fridays NASCAR rally, up to you. Maybe it's your mother's homemade version made with government cheese and last night's pasta a la leftover, souped into your favorite Green Lantern bowl. Which ever one it is, we love the shit. Simple carbs loaded with flavored fat curds. The epitome of American comfort food. Heart attack here I come, but let me return to my point.

This ain't the simple life and sometimes I don't want a quick velvety cheese sauce squeezed from some astronauts pouch. I want the real deal. A version I am proud to serve. I can call it "Penne a la Frommage" and charge $20 a plate for it to the unsuspecting urbanites. I want a mac n' cheese thats good! Not, I just smoked a fatty good, rather.... "Eat me, WTF was that? Give me more..... SUBLIME!"

And I think I found it.

Now, entertain my thought here. Most of my ingredients are exactly what you will find in the recipe of  a pretentious snooty classically trained chef, with one exception, it's sold in a big block of yellowish orange goo that'll melt in your hand, and clog your arteries faster than rubberneckers choke rush-hour traffic.

Any guesses?

Yup! and there is only one reason for this. Mac n' cheese is an American icon. If I start adding Gruyere and Roquefort, well, that's just un-American. Your average blue-collar type will look at you like you've got two heads. My recipe boasts the ability to satiate your soul, appease the masses and just taste damn good!
   To be continued.......

Neon Moons

Neon moons reflect the glow

Off the Amber nectar from which inhibitions flow.

Seductive heiresses saunter, touting their wares

selling you freedom through their long Auburn hair.

Frozen crystals singing in the sand

transformed by man...to hold in the palm of your hand.

This days been long, I need to relax.

an escape from reality, my soul has been taxed.

Make it a Double, sweeten it to the touch

A Dash of bitters you know, but Please....Don't Rush.

Joe, another! and one for my friend,

may this night last forever

and ever.....Ahmen!