competition ribs.

i took some liberties with the "competition ribs" recipe.  substituting american paprika for a more chinese touch.  i let the ribs soak in coca cola over night. washed dried and seasoned liberally with garlic salt.  put on rack, covered and threw in oven for 2 hours on 250 degrees F.  after two hours, i re-read moultons recipe and realized i needed some basting liquid to keep the ribs moist, so i just poured some OJ and worstershire sauce on top and sprinkled some brown sugar on the ribs.  baked for another hour.  after a little over 3 hours, i removed the foil and covered the top with chinese store bought bbq sauce.  waited for glaze to caramelize then repeated to other side.  beautiful.  deglazed roasting pan with chicken stock, wine and onion. (no flour, butter available or necessary).  i didn't know how to clean up and trim the ribs, so i just left it as is, i should have though, a bit fatty, if anyone finds an online tutorial, send.

shake n bake!



kimbo at work





always let ur meat rest.


the sauce.

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editors correction for yesterdays post on the steph quotes:  she said - said "melt not mount".....but doesn't "mount pose for a better quote?   "his voice just makes me want to MOUNT":: in addition to "u're such a great friend, but i could see u as a terrible boyfriend"

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n bar - i had reservation issues yesterday but all i knew was that i wanted latin food, that's usually the case when i put nice weather and nyc together.   settled on n bar over la esquina which turned out to be "jinx" mistake, nonetheless i liked n bar.  my ordering revolves around variety and in most cases appetizers, (i find entrees almost too overwhelming, or the proteins to be uberly redundant, and too high of a risk for it to be just 'ehh) which is why tapas is a hit with me.  angela posed the issue of "wanting to diet before saturdays bikini party" so we kept it low carb - jamon serrano over garlic tomato smothered toast (i love love love spanish ham, i'll take it over prosciutto any day), asparagus salad, meatballs in squid ink ( i like squid ink and it was interesting to see it not in risotto or pasta), a potato tortilla that looked more like a quiche which was pretty good actually, the shrimp however seemed to callously sauteed in oil and herbs (not overcooked though...just a bit boring)....a hole in the wall in the quieter area of soho, candle lit and tight packed stools for my much needed antithetical romantique date effect with a 'quasi married woman'.  the good thing about sitting bar style one on one is that in those distinct times of silence and awkward "i need time to think to answer your question", u dont need to stare into the persons eyes directly sitting across from you.  the sitting side by side tactic has you strategically at a swivel for the casual peruse around the room allowing the pensive "hmm" at a downward angle usually staring at the napkin pile on the bar.  having dinner with someone that u usually see in rambunctious dimlit settings still allows the formality of MY usual gregarious outburst, but post 10 minutes either u're clawing for deeper material or u just somehow fall into a groove of coincidal nothings.  the latter ensued.

"playing with dangerous fairy tales"

so angela went home and we went to mrqeee.  (down with constantinople!).  i came out to pick up a remix for mom, didn't realize it would turn out to be a night where my karma would come back to haunt me.  platinum blond pollack came out with a new look, very very cute haircut. love the bangs and the black hair is def better.....apparently the new look came with a new LACK OF GUSTO.  PUNK.  tpak was the woman in the red dress and definitely didnt' forget the 2 fresh loaves of wholesome goodness at home. so we seemed to have a full crowd, but almost everyone left, including the vacationing LOP.  instead, i was left with mr dulicious and his 2 new friends from the weekend, of which one i was requested to be generously groped and flirtingly smacked around by.  lets just say, i have lucipher wings.  *shiver*

for the du - "she wasn't even gyrating on your pelvis...she was like...epileptic on the dance floor"