Mardi Gras Revisited.

Better late than never, I am here to report that the trip back to the motherland was a whirlwind success.  Five of us (including three Mardi Gras virgins) left Austin on Friday at near midnight is a slightly cramped, but fuel efficient rental car, and landed in NOLA at 8am.  The drive was uneventful, thankfully, and I am always amused and moved by the site of the swampland as the sun rises over the Atchafalaya Basin.

We unloaded the car, and with the exception of Sweets (ever the smart and practical one) we sat around talking for a few hours rather than catching a nap before continuing with the days adventures.  Having literally about 36 hours in town, we were not going to have much time to lounge around and still do what we wanted.

We headed into “god’s country” — St. Bernard Parish — to that ever-present bastion of old world family dining, Rocky & Carlos.  Now, if you’ve never been, Rocky’s is a little dive of a restaurant that has been around since Jesus was still dining from Mary’s tit.  Italian family-style dining (and I mean both “family” and “Family”, knowhatimsayin’?   Fuhgettaboutit.), and before the flood (which was the best cleaning that place ever had), the atmosphere at Rocky’s was so special and unique that you could scrape it off the walls with a cracker.  I miss the old microwave that used to be on top of the broiler… it had a hole melted in the door from the heat, and the staff used to just reach through it, rather than open it.

Afterwards, we joined some folks for the Endymion parade.  We were right at the beginning where the bands, flambeaux and horseback riders were inserted into the parade.  It wasn’t as visceral an experience as being in the crowds downtown, but it was still a good time.  I think I take more joy from the company I’m with at parades, than the actual parades themselves… and to have three newcomers (one of which was my sweetie), and to share their joy at the strangeness of it all was worth every second on the road driving there and back.

After Endymion, we had dinner at Crescent City Brewhouse with the intention of a foray into the French Quarter, just for the sake of the thing.  Once we neared the end of the meal, the travel exhaustion caught up with us, and the adrenaline from the parade wore off, and we decided to head bedward.  Needless to say, we all slept like the dead.

The next morning we woke, nibbled on some breakfast and chatted for a bit, then headed out for some lunch at R&O’s in Bucktown.  After starting life as a pizza joint, they eventually blossomed into a fully fledged Italian restaurant, then expanded into poboys, seafood, and other local staples.  R&O’s is by far my favorite seafood/sammich shop in NOLA, with a consistently yummy seafood gumbo — and true to their eclectic form — dynamite tamales.

After lunch, we did a little shopping for local supplies not easily obtained in Austin: tasso (nobody’s even heard of it here), andouille (a nice hot, but not so hot you can’t taste anything else variety — a concept that seems to escape andouille makers everywhere but in Louisiana), Crystal hot sauce, and honest to goodness King Cakes (12 in all).  After stowing it all back with our gear at the house, we left to attend Bacchus.

Surprisingly, we managed to park about 6 blocks away from Napoleon Ave., and we hoofed it down to meet Lisa, Slinky and relations.  We were met there by Scarlett and Nightshade, and Sancho joined in as well.  A good time was had by all.  Bacchus is still my favorite downtown parade.

We retreated to our car after the parade, and made a beeline for Lola’s in hopes that they were still open for dinner.  Lola’s is a mix of Spanish/Creole cooking, and they have the best paella dishes EVAR!  If you avoid garlic, avoid Lola’s at all costs.  It’s a small place, but the food is always consistently wonderful, and any wait to be seated is well worth it.

After dinner, we gathered up our gear, groceries and selves, and got on the road back to Austin.  Again, we had a mercifully uneventful drive home.  Dropped off the rental car and we all crashed like coma victims in our respective beds.

All in all, it was a good, if short trip, and it scratched the Mardi Gras itch for another year.  Until then, I leave you with this gem.

We Done Been Moved.

If you’re reading this, then the site move has been completed.

The ever gracious Mensa had previously been hosting this site and CuriousConfections.com (as well as his own) on essentially a rented virtual server, and acting as tech consultant and server admin.  Due to being a busy little fucker, and broke as any smart sonofabitch going for his Grand Poobah Degree (in succession: masters, Ph.D, GrP.D), he has opted to throw me under the train, and kick me to the curb like a rented whoo-ah.

So, I’ve moved to a new host.  A bigger host.  A host that likes a post-coital cuddle before announcing that there is cab fare on the dresser, nowgettheFUCKout!

Ahem.

Just so you know.

This Guy Just Won The Internet.

Courtesy of Joshuah Bearman, by way of BoingBoing, I have just had my mind blown:

“The guy peruses god knows how many clips of songs, historical performances, homemade bedroom noodling, high school band recitals, and low budget YouTube instrumental instructional videos, and combines them to form his own songs. The result is seven diverse — and good! — songs of various genres. That first one arranges some fairly active and original funk out of dozens of different instruments and melodies, including a guy with a mullet playing a theremin.”

Here’s MORE of that guy’s work.

Carnival Starvation.

It’s starting.   Can you feel it?

That jittery flutter in my brain has been making my skull itch for about a week now.  It’s carnival season, and I can feel the pull in my very bones.  It’s something I’ve taken for granted my entire life — sometimes loving it for the joy of the sensation of community and being with my friends acting like a fool, sometimes loathing it for its intrusion into my life, sometimes avoiding it like the plague for fear of going homicidal on the the mass idiot crowds — but it has always been there.

I miss it.  And I never realized how much I would until it was no longer a part of the background noise of my life.  I’ve been away from NOLA long enough now for that sensation of something… missing, right around the beginning of the year, to become prominent.  The colors are duller around Austin, the air is missing the tinkle of the familiar old carnival classics — the ones we’ve been playing for well over 40 years now, and nobody ever questions why that tired old music from 50’s, 60’s and 70’s is still the signature music of the season… it just is.  It’s part of the DNA of the city.

Rifling through my music collection, I was heartbroken to find that none of my Mardi Gras music survived the flood, and I had never converted any to digital.  I have been asked no less than four times in the last few weeks if I had any to play… and I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t.  I just got the faithful old classic, Mardi Gras In New Orleans, and have been listening to it and smiling so broadly, I swear my grin is going to meet in the back, and pop the top of my head clean off.  I’m putting out a call for anyone with more of the same to help me bulk up my collection, pleaseandthankyou.

The itch is scratched, but it’s not gone.  It’s gonna take being shoulder to shoulder with a rowdy rabble of the unwashed masses, watching the lights, smelling the diesel, screaming my throat raw, and reaching higher to grab the useless — and ultimately worthless except to my starving soul — trinkets that symbolize not just a season, but a part of my life that won’t ever fade.

“Every year, at carnival time, we get a new zoot!
– The Wild Magnolias

This And That.

Just a few notes:

Twiddled with this site a bit.  The format is just a little wider — optimized for 1024 wide and beyond… I’d love to apologize to all you still running a desktop in microscopic mode, but I’m not.  Join us in this century of cheap, large monitors.

I bashed the gallery about the head and neck with a broken bottle.  The navigation bar over there on the left goes bye-bye when you enter the gallery,  giving me more space, and I took advantage of this new screen real estate, as well as refining some of the styling code — and consequently made it play nice with Internet Explorer.   As always, my header pic up top will bring you back to the main site from anywhere.

Finally… FINALLY, I finished the front-end for Curious Confections (it’s no longer just a parking space for a gallery).  Just a matter of getting off my ass and doing it.  That is now the official, semi-professional/semi-informal site for the baking projects and jobs that Sweets and I do.  It’s also the place to send people who want to see our work, and to send prospective customers.  *hint hint* I would appreciate anyone within the sight of my voice here to pimp us relentlessly to everyone you know, are acquainted with, pass on the street, etc — preferably in the Austin area.  Send them to Curious Confections — there is a distinct lack of foul language, and dick and fart jokes there to scare them off.  We want to bake yummy things for people!

That’s all I gots for now.

Say Cheese! *yarf*

So, you’re tucking into a nice dinner of ORLOTAN… maybe you’d like some CHEESE to go with that?

Because the larvae in the cheese can launch themselves for distances up to 15 centimetres (6 in) when disturbed, diners hold their hands above the sandwich to prevent the maggots from leaping into their eyes.  Those who do not wish to eat live maggots place the cheese in a sealed paper bag.  The maggots, starved for oxygen, writhe and jump in the bag, creating a “pitter-patter” sound.  When the sounds subside, the maggots are dead and the cheese can be eaten.”

Now, please excuse me while I go be violently ill.

Caramel Corn – SB

  • 1 C popcorn kernels (unpopped)
  • 2 C light brown sugar
  • ½ C light corn syrup
  • 8 OZ margarine
  • ¼ TSP cream or tartar
  • 1 TSP salt
  • 1 TSP baking soda

Oven: 200° F

  1. Pop the popcorn accordingly, and set aside in a large deep pan (a roasting pan works well).
  2. In a 2½ QT saucepan melt the margarine and remove from the heat.
  3. Add the brown sugar, corn syrup, cream of tartar and salt. Mix well, then bring to a boil over medium heat, stirring constantly. Cook to 260° F.
  4. Remove the mixture from the heat and stir in the baking soda quickly, but thoroughly.
  5. Pour at once over the popcorn and stir gently until all kernels are covered. Bake for 1 hour, stirring 2 to 3 times.
  6. Turn out at once onto a parchment lined sheet pan. Spread apart and cool completely. Break apart and store in an airtight container.

Pancakes – Alton Brown

“Instant” Pancake Mix:

  • 6 C (750 GR) all-purpose flour
  • 1½ TSP baking soda
  • 3 TSP baking powder
  • 1 TBS kosher salt
  • 2 TBS sugar
  1. Combine all of the ingredients in a lidded container.  Shake to mix.  Use the mix within 3 months.

Yields ~810 GR of dry mix.

Pancakes:

  • 2 eggs, separated
  • 2 C buttermilk
  • 4 TBS melted butter
  • 2 C (270) “Instant” Pancake Mix (recipe above)
  • 1 stick butter, for greasing the pan
  • 2 C fresh fruit such as blueberries (optional)
  1. Heat an electric griddle or frying pan to 350° F.  Heat oven to 200° F.
  2. Whisk together the egg whites and the buttermilk in a small bowl.
  3. In another bowl, whisk the egg yolks with the melted butter.
  4. Combine the buttermilk mixture with the egg yolk mixture in a large mixing bowl and whisk together until thoroughly combined. 
  5. Pour the liquid ingredients on top of the pancake mix. Using a whisk, mix the batter just enough to bring it together – don’t try to work all the lumps out.
  6. Check to see that the griddle is hot by placing a few drops of water onto to the griddle. The griddle is ready if the water dances across the surface.
  7. Lightly butter the griddle. Wipe off thoroughly with a paper towel (no butter should be visible).
  8. Using a 2 OZ ladle, gently ladle the pancake batter onto the griddle and sprinkle on fruit if desired.
  9. When bubbles begin to set around the edges of the pancake and the griddle-side of the cake is golden, gently flip the pancakes. Continue to cook 2 to 3 minutes or until the pancake is set.
  10. Serve immediately or remove to a towel-lined baking sheet and cover with another towel. Place in the oven to keep warm for up to 20 to 30 minutes.

Yields 12 pancakes.

NOTES: If you do not have buttermilk, you can make a substitute. For every 1 C of buttermilk, take 1 C of whole milk and add 1 TBS of white vinegar or lemon juice and allow to stand for five minutes.  Use as needed.

Chicken Fried Chicken With Cream Gravy

4 boneless, skinless chicken breasts
1 egg
1¼ C milk
¾ C water
2 C all-purpose flour
Cooking oil
½ TSP salt
¼ TSP ground black pepper
¼ TSP paprika
¼ TSP white pepper

Using the bottom of a small heavy saucepan as a wide mallet, flatten the chicken breasts to a uniform thickness — the idea is not to make them paper thin, just consistently the same thickness all around, and to tenderize them slightly.  To make this easier place the breast in a gallon size zip-top bag (left unzipped) or between two sheets of cling wrap.  This will keep your counter (and walls, and you) clean, and allow the meat to move and flatten easily without friction from the counter of saucepan.

Beat together the egg and ½ C milk and set aside.  Mix together the salt, black pepper, paprika and white pepper and sprinkle liberally on both sides of the chicken breasts.

Dredge the chicken breasts in the flour, shaking off the excess.  Then dip each piece in the egg/milk mixture, then back in the flour.  Set chicken pieces aside on a piece of waxed paper or parchment.

Pour the cooking oil into a large cast-iron or other heavy skillet to reach a depth of ½” and heat over medium-high heat to 350°.  Be sure to maintain this temperature during cooking by adjusting your heat appropriately.  The oil will cool rapidly when you first put the chicken in, so you’ll need to increase the heat for a bit directly after doing so.

With a long-handled fork or tongs, carefully place each chicken breast into the hot oil — in a 12″ skillet you’ll be able to cook two at a time without crowding the pan unnecessarily.  Cook for five minutes per side, or more importantly until you reach an internal temperature of 180°.  Remove the cooked chicken and drain on a cooling rack over a sheet pan or brown paper bag — don’t drain by setting chicken directly on paper towels or brown paper bags.

Cream Gravy:
Mix together the remaining ¾ C milk, and the ¾ C water.  Set aside.

After the chicken is removed from the pan, pour off all but about 2 tablespoons of oil, keeping as many as possible of the browned bits in the pan.  Heat the oil over medium heat until hot.

Sprinkle 3 TBS of the leftover flour from the chicken dredge into the hot oil.  Stir with a wooden spoon, quickly, to brown the flour and make a roux.

Gradually stir in the milk and water mixture, whisking constantly to remove lumps and make a smooth creamy mixture.  Lower the heat, and the gravy will begin to thicken.  Continue cooking and stirring until the gravy reaches your desired consistency.  Check seasonings and add more salt and pepper according to your taste.