Listen folks, been doing this a long LONG time … tried ’em all … specialty shops included, all devoted to this never-ending passion many of us consume ourselves with … looking for, wanting to find/try the world’s best olive oil … the elusive Holy Grail as it were. And admittedly, it is exciting … searching/sourcing/sampling many MANY brands/styles/country’s versions … and many reputed claims as being said best. I’m here to tell you to stop searching – look no further, Acropolis Organics wins hands down. I’ve blogged previously my affection for it, just reiterating my thoughts/findings. Especially love lavishly drizzling it over sliced heirloom tomatoes, and fresh basil from my garden (randomly scattered overtop, all arranged beautifully on the biggest platter I own), seasoned with Maldon flakes and a bit of very finely freshly ground pepper … sopping up all the tomato/olive oil goodness with crusty Italian (or French) bread while laughing/drinking/sharing stories/enjoying life/eating communally … family style. Check out today’s haul y’all – 3 bottles full, yes sir yes sir … and a highly anticipated salivating tasting of their Mousto Balsamic Vinegar …
Monthly Archives: September 2012
spaghetti n’ shrimp
Cooler temps precipitated this … plus I had all the ingredients (pretty much), AND love using fresh herbs from my garden while I’m still able to – so the deal was sealed.
Italian spaghetti (loops around – VERY long):
Homemade sauce gently simmering away:
Pan sautéed shrimp in white wine, butter sauce – fresh oregano too:
Handfuls of whole basil leaves thrown in at the very end (along with the shrimp):
Combined with the pasta (this is KEY), NOT simply spooned on top:
Vino – red, any good Italian wine … Bread – crusty, peasant loaf … and YES Cheese (give a rat’s ass ’bout any seafood pasta rules we’ve all heard to the contrary. I’m eating a tomato based pasta, I’m grating cheese, and generously too, lol) – Grana Padano, Parm-Regg, or Romano Lupa. Good Italian eating … it don’t get no better folks!! 😉
mama they try and break me
still the window burns
time so slowly turns
don’t want your aid
but the fist I’ve made
for years can’t hold or feel
no I’m not all me
so please excuse me
while I tend to how I feel
please mother mercy take me from this place
and the long-winded curses I hear in my head
I never wanted
to write these words down for you
with the pages of phrases
of things we’ll never do
so I blow out the candle
and I put you to bed
since you can’t say to me now
how the dogs broke your bone
there’s just one thing left to be said
say hello to heaven
“knew I had it, now KNOW I have it” – danistrulytheman
… talkin’ ’bout the rules to the game (and I NEVER asked/wanted to play by the way, was motherfucking coerced) … and as long as we’re clear it’s only a game everything’s hunky-fucking-dory … otherwise we’re not …
yellow chicken!!
OMG … been meaning to buy/try/give this a go for SOOOOO long!! I have friends in the chicken wholesale business, they’re Chinese and they SWEAR by this bird … say it’s the best bar none (I’m certain it’s more grain fed, more hormone free, more free range than anything available – and judging by the supply/demand AND price, I’m REALLY certain). Limited shipment arrives once a week (Wednesday or Thursday … if at all, some weeks … ZIP BABY!!), and customers are constantly calling (they also do a limited retail business with those in the know … and I know) in anticipation. And come early, in a matter of hours, it’s sold out city!! Unbelievably, today was my lucky day … you should hear it in there, shoppers asking specifically for gender of their choosing (apparently males have a stronger taste, females smoother and sweeter – ain’t that always the way, lol?) … never heard/knew of that in my life … AND, I was told to keep the chicken intact while cooking, to chop off/discard the head and feet AFTERWARDS only … AND this wasn’t negotiable … something about juices/flavour spilling out … if you say so – hell, who am I to argue, lol?! After purchasing … immediately in my mind figured I’d south-western spice rub it, mop it with a killer BBQ sauce to finish … but with time to make a wiser decision … and with my garden overflowing with fresh Italian parsley, 2 types of sage, oregano, thyme, rosemary and oregano, opted instead to go Mediterranean. Didnt stop to pick up groceries (normally, I’m set in case of emergencies – had potatoes and lemon), but when I got home realized I didn’t have tzatziki, keep in mind this meal SCREAMS it – I love tzatziki more than I love my kids … OK OK … it’s a coin flip, lol … and away I went … what’s good for the spuds, is good for the chicken … so important to reinforce flavours … and later admittedly, was happy fridge was sans tzatziki … best not to bastardize my first attempt at this … and KISS!! Oh, also … didn’t go nuts on crispin’ the skin … my preferred method, not theirs … once again too much flapping lips (do chickens have lips, lol?) … my yellow chicken, potatoes, sweet onions, garlic, lemon and fresh garden herbs oozing in mouthwatering chicken drippin’ creation … enjoy!! 😉
The whole chicken (Tiff K may actually kill me using this platter, lol) …
You can see why it’s called yellow …
Using my disposable BBQ-buddy pan, smart move danistrulytheman …
WOW … looking good (just added the sweet onions) …
An hour (or so) later, we’re done folks …
Soup’s on y’all (with rustic potato bread too … NICE!!) …
it’s a war inside my head, I take a day off I’ll be dead
a dark black past is my
most valued possession
hindsight is always 20-20
looking back it’s still a bit fuzzy
feeling claustrophobic
like the walls are closing in
blood stains on my hands
and I don’t know where I’ve been
I’m in trouble for the things
I haven’t got to yet
I’m sharpening the ax
and my palms are getting wet
sweating bullets
labour daze and ribeyez
Ribeye steaks … although at a smidgen over 3 inches thick, perhaps roasts would be appropriate. Haven’t been grilling as much as I’d like too, as much as I should … nothing like a 3 day holiday week-end and a last kick at the summer-can to remedy that. Picked up these 2 Sterling Silver® (premium meat – top 12% of grain fed cattle) beauties at my not so local Sobeys. A few pics (and the omission of beer is purely accidental, rest assured its presence was prominent, lol) … enjoy!!
Pepper rubbed – patiently waiting …
The first kiss of the grill (look how thick they are) …
So far, so good …
Getting their char on – LOVE that …
… I think we’re done folks …
1 steak (perfect medium rare, don’t ya think?) sliced ‘n braided plated …
Grill toasted and garlic buttered French Loaf …
And my plate (served with my grilled baby portabello, sweet onion, poblano medley) …
I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, fuck with the stars
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars
I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life
We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end
We were fated to pretend
To pretend
We’re fated to pretend
To pretend
I’m a self-critical glutton!!
Honestly don’t know why I do this to myself? Subjecting myself to my over-the-top-analysis – maybe we all do it, I dunno?! Always feel I look like shit in pics (but please … feel free to disagree, lol) … the fuck’s up with the hair, lol?! And am only posting now because I didn’t earlier in my previous post … ooops, my lazy-ass bad. Btw … hello September, goodbye summer … happy Labour Day week-end y’all!! 🙂
Photo (unedited) courtesy: Tiffany K




















