Meat Team friend EvilAgent sent us a series of links to Friends of Irony, a project of the evil geniuses behind the Cheezburger empire. We can’t even pick a favorite, but we thought this one was delightfully meatblog worthy so we decided to share it with you.
Jennifer sent me a few camera phone snaps and added this note: “I wanted to pick up the jar and swirl it. It looks like a jar of giant eye balls. Its meat and cheese in a jar. Did I mention it’s not refrigerated?”
I forgot to stop into World Market and check them out for myself but I think I had weird dreams about these things last night anyway.
Meatblog Groupie EvilAgent sent us this tip: UrbanDaddy reports on a new cocktail at Farmers and Fishers. Why are we posting about a cocktail on the meatblog? Read on and find out…
Presenting The Bone Cocktail at Farmers & Fishers, now available off the menu on the Georgetown waterfront for your quaffing pleasure.
In short, it’s everything you need to get you through the week, all in one convenient place (namely, your glass). Your night of pork-aided inebriation begins, innocently enough, with a shot of bourbon, shaken with a few dashes of Tabasco and squeezes of fresh lime juice (the genesis of many great adventures).
Then things really come into focus (and soon after, go blurrily out of it) when your garnish arrives. Think of it as a chocolate-bacon lollipop: a slice of Wisconsin’s Nueske’s bacon (the Vince Lombardi of bacon) that has been skewered, candied with brown sugar and cinnamon, and then dipped in chocolate ganache.
You can read more at UrbanDaddy. You could also go try it out and send us a report if you’re so inclined.
The most important event to us is the Meat Week Special Sneak Preview of Pork Barrel BBQ on Wednesday night at Mango Mike’s in Alexandria. This is important to us because we walk by the future site of Pork Barrel BBQ at least twice a day and the agonizingly slow pace of the construction is driving us crazy. We want our damn BBQ, already!
Fishinnards is working Wednesday, but I’m hoping to lure meatblogger Samer Farha to the event, so hopefully we’ll have a report for you on Thursday.
Along the way, we actually had to test the theory that mayonnaise could sting your skin or eyes - the answer was a surprising no. Justin’s girlfriend also spent two days nonstop making approximately 2,000 slices of bacon. Her house smelled like the inside of a slaughterhouse - for 3 weeks.
The whole post is very funny, but if you’re the impatient type you can just skip to the video, which for some reason I find so hilarious that I’ve already posted it several other places.
Diners ordering the specials get a copy of Nancy Tringali Piho’s new book, My Two Year Old Eats Octopus. I haven’t looked at the book yet, but I thought it was kind of an interesting cross-marketing strategy. (The author is the principle at Nancy Tringali Associates, a marketing firm specializing in the food and beverage industry). I wonder what it’s like to represent the American Diabetes Association and the American Sugar Association?
Here, a fishstick pleads for, um, something, while being menaced by ketchup:
Eat Me Daily posts about this bizarre attempt to do something or another by the British Food Standards Agency and as a bonus embeds all of the videos in the post for your viewing (pleasure?).
I’d tell you that we have no excuse for our absences, but that’s not strictly true. We all have excuses. Mine is that I’m lazy. Some of the other meatbloggers have better excuses, claiming they have real lives that apparently don’t revolve around the meatblog. (I know! Crazy!)
Eric recently developed an obsession with Chinese food - and in particular Chinese food in American culture - that has already necessitated a total rearrangement of our bookshelves and the annexing of several shelves of fiction to the downstairs bookcases in order to accommodate the influx of cookbooks, history tomes, and memoirs related to Chinese cuisine. There are chickenfeet in our freezer and we’re going to San Francisco this week so he can cavort around Chinatown. If anyone should be enthusiastically meatblogging, it should be him, don’t you think?
In the spirit of Halloween, I’ll share with you that there’s a package of chicken feet in our freezer that may actually be haunted by some fowl apparition - it periodically launches itself off the shelf and tries to crush my toes. I won’t be sad to see the chicken feet go away.
Living with a food scholar is dangerous business.
Back to the litany of pathetic non-excuses for why the meatblog has been silent -
Recently, JunglePete was scarred by pictures of brain cupcakes.
We heard that JunglePete is resting comfortably and should be back to his old self in no time. We also heard that he’s cheating on us by blogging for Audubon Guides. I bet they don’t let him blog about actually eating the subjects of his posts. We’d certainly let him blog about eating rattlesnakes. I’m just saying…
We went over there Sunday afternoon for coffee and cupcakes. We can now authoritatively report that the bacon cupcake was indeed salty, sweet and mighty tasty. Better hurry, August is almost over.