2/16/10

FAT TUESDAY, SKINNY CHICKEN and HOT JAMBALAYA



It's Fat Tuesday and I have a hankering for all things Creole. Yesterday I made my skinny chicken stew, that means today the anemic bird will hit the jambalaya pot.

What's that now? What's a skinny chicken? Well, It's the rock bottom of the poultry offerings at my local market - the least expensive Chicken in a lineup of three different whole birds.
First you have your name brand chicken, plump and cream colored, free of hormones and broken bones, officially labeled and lovingly Government approved. But not cheap. Next you have the supermarket chain chicken, a fatty swollen gristle of a bird that gives off a perfect hepatitis glow. It is salt water injected, hormone fattened and crudely butchered. It too is officially labeled and lovingly Government approved and costs a little less than the Brand name bird. THEN you have the skinny chicken, a scrawny wretch of a fowl with questionable origins, bones that protrude in impossible ways and a color that resembles a New York Taxi cab. It comes wrapped in kitchen grade cellophane on a gray styrofoam tray - free of pesky information labels and Government grades. It costs about as much as a dented can of peas and smells like a rendering plant. When cooked any other way than at a slow poach, the meat is akin to gas station jerky - boil it low and slow and it turns to a heavenly piece of chicken perfection. THIS is the x-rated bird of Colonel Sander's sick dreams! The skinny chicken also makes an unbelievable pot of chicken broth and an even better Fat Tuesday meal.

Which brings me to the star this rant, Jambalaya, the paella of the South.  One pot dinners reign supreme down in Louisiana, and everyone makes a signature jambalaya. I learned the secrets to a good pot of jambalaya while living on the fringe of the French Quarter many years ago. New Orleans locals will tell you there is no absolute one way to make jambalaya… but there are, as they will firmly enlighten you, many wrong ways. Most of those wrong ways have to do with leaving things out. The worst thing you can do is leave out the holy trinity - I'm talking of course of the trinity of celery, onion and bell pepper, the nucleus of most Cajun one pot dishes. Without this vegetable essence there can be no Jambalaya, no Gumbo, not even Red Beans and Rice.

But what about using canned tomatoes? Sunday's turkey leftovers? Barnacle scrapings from the skiff? All fair game for the jambalaya pot as long as the holy trinity graces the stock and blesses the meal. It's law. And one of the few laws that I make a point to never break - I'm all for radical outsiderness and experimental prowess but some things are best not screwed with, period. The holy trinity is one.

Around here jambalaya is known as the Hang-over pot. Oh, the wonders of the day-after refrigerator clean-out jambalaya. I've been know to make Lobster and sushi fish jambalaya, leftovers from a drunken blind date gone horribly wrong the night before - the date sucked but the jambalaya killed. Enough so that I'd do that train wreck of a date again, just for the excuse of making another pot of the decadent laden treat.

But today it's skinny chicken and fat shrimp, a juicy link of andouille sausage and a bag of frozen okra. Thus the party begins. This is my quick and easy version, a one pot treat that can be handled with ease even with the most severe of hangovers. True, purists will argue the only way to make a perfect jambalaya (given you already have your Holy Trinity in place) is with a homemade chicken stock. But sometimes it's just not practical to slow boil a pot of chicken and vegetables for what seems like an eternity, thus the canned broth comes into play. I prefer to use a low sodium, MSG free broth - there are several organic 'box' broths out there that have a nice 'skinny chicken' flavor. Just follow the core of this recipe then dump in whatever leftover meat graces your refrigerator. Be sure to make the Seasoning mix and store it in an empty spice jar, it'll come in handy for recipes I'll post in the near future.

Oh, it's gonna be a good day. My neck is laden with cheap candy-colored beads and Dr. John is hexing my ipod. Now all I need is a plastic-baby King Cake and a six-pack of cold Dixie Beer. Laissez les bon temps rouler!




SWAMPY'S 'LEFTOVER MEAT & THE KITCHEN SINK' JAMBALAYA


Damn easy & bullet proof. EVEN BETTER the next day...

In large deep pan (make sure you can add a lid to it later), brown chopped sausage - drain (Andouille Sausage is recommended).
Remove sausage and add 2 tbs. butter and saute minced garlic (3 cloves) and chopped onion (one small) until tender.

Add chopped green and red bell pepper (half a pepper each), diced celery (2 stalks), chopped green onion (about 2) and chopped fresh parsley (3 tbs.) and saute until wilted.

Add spices (cayenne pepper, hot sauce, 3 tbs. 'skeeter' seasoning (see below), 1 tbs. thyme and about a tsp of salt), add 2 medium bay leaves, 2 tbs. lemon juice, 1 can chopped peeled tomatoes, an 8 oz can tomato sauce, stir and cook over medium heat 8 minutes. Check your seasoning and add hot pepper as needed.

Add the browned sausage, leftover cooked chicken (skin removed, cut into small pieces), raw shrimp (shelled), 1 cup cubed fresh raw catfish fillet (NOT catfish pieces or "balls") and 1 bag of frozen cut okra (or 1 can of sliced okra, drained). Add a 14.5 oz. can chicken broth and 1 cup of white rice. Stir, cover, bring to boil and simmer 30 minutes until rice is done.

Don't open the lid during the cooking time and remember to remove the bay leafs before serving. Be sure to put a bottle of Louisiana Hot Sauce table side.
SKEETER SEASONING - THE SEASONING OF THE SOUTH
all dry powder herbs:
3 tbs. granulated garlic (NOT salt)
3 tbs. granulated onion (NOT salt)
2 tbs. celery salt
1 tbs. thyme
1 tbs. paprika
1 tsp. white pepper

8/2/09

HAPPINESS IS A 40 PROOF MELON ON A 90 DEGREE DAY


The heat has me restless, thirsty and irritable. Not the 'water' kind of thirsty but the Big Daddy Dino kind of thirsty. The 'Fill my glass and let's get gassed' kind of thirsty. Weekends were made for beating the heat and I can think of no better way to bring my cranky, restless, thirsty ass back to an even keel than with a Sunday tango behind the bar. Yes, it's cocktail hour here at the playground - and I think I have a Rum Watermelon itch that needs a scratch.



This was my thing in school, I was the Rum Watermelon guy. If you were having a dorm party, you called me and ordered one. If you were having a protest in the park, you called me and I brought one. If you needed to smuggle alcohol into an event, you came by and we poured one into Planter's Punch bottles. It was what I did. It has been many years since I last made one of these nasty brain bombs - but my ingredient list is still crisp and legible on the back of that stripper's business card and It brought back a flood of memories (of both of them to be honest). For me, there is something playfully exotic about this green and red Molotov Cocktail of a drink that cannot be denied. With excitement, I gathered up the ingredients and had a go at my (once famous) rum watermelon.


7/31/09

Beer, Politics and the Budding of America

Budweiser Label from the year Bonnie & Clyde were killed.

Yea, I stay on top of current events. In these mid-apocalyptic times it's as important as a forceful flossing after a tasty rack of pig ribs. And like you, I was caught up in the 'Beer Wars' of this weeks 'Beer Summit' in Washington. And I thought "sure", Obama had no other choice but to drink a Budweiser product. It was obvious. Case closed. Then my Neighbor Bob walked up to my (way too low) fence, threw up his fist and said, "Damn Obama, what's he got against the Most American Beer we have, Samuel Adams, Huh?" Crap. I hate when politics enters the back yard; it really spoils the 'vacation vibe' I try to maintain out here. So I politely told him to take his hate to the front yard and we'd hash it out. He never showed (probably because I got busy scrubbing the grill grate and forgot all about meeting him, sorry Bob).

But Bob had a point: Samuel Adams IS a true American Beer, not only brewed here but it also bears the name of a great American Hero (do I need to say his name again?). And the Boston Beer Company, its parent group, is the second-largest American-owned brewery. But there's a problem--it's a bit pricy. It reflects the middle class, not the struggling man and the daily drinker like myself. It's not found in greasy drive-up taco stands and back room juke-joints. No, the President needed a cheaper beer to fill the void of the classes. But that's not the only hurdle... There's the little problem of the war between the States. North vs South. Yes, it is only spoken of in hushed tones, and like a mutant baby, it is kept locked in the cellar - but yes Virginia, there is a rivalry still festering there - and that's where the the beer war really turns nasty.

Northerners in the East drink their Yuengling & Rolling Rock, and in the West their Sierra Nevada - and in Texas their Shiner Bock, but none of these have any appeal to the Southerners. No sir, they don't want that 'Cold Mountain Water' crap. They refuse to buy into the rhetoric of RedHook, the Hipster duffas brew. They are distrustful of the 'Boston' Beer Companies moniker on the Sam Adams label. They shudder at the trendy 'Alehouses' (Pyramid Breweries) and 'Cream Ales' (High Falls Brewing) and 'Hefewiezens'. They just want a good 'ole Red White & Blue cold-ass no-frills, cheap-as-gutter-water and easy-to-find-as-my-shotgun beer damn-it.

Cut through the clutter and only ONE beer can appease an entire Country, and that's Budweiser. It's offered EVERYWHERE. From Alaskan Truck stops to Baja taco stands, From Southern tire stores to Northern chainsaw outlets. It's in 96% of all boat coolers and 50% of all school children's back packs (okay, I made that last statistic up). It dominates the stands at NASCAR and it flows from the taps at Miley Cyrus concerts. It IS the American athlete's foot of beers, and it's here to stay.

But maybe I'm wrong and its NOT a matter of Social Economic North & South Political Correctness. Maybe the President just chose Bud Light because he's just a Bud light kinda guy. I don't know. But I do know Bob spends too much time obsessing about it.



I only do one Recipe with Budweiser Beer, but I do it well (when I have a leftover can of beer, which almost NEVER seems to happen, DAMN IT)....

BUDWEISER BEER STEAK (King Of Pan Steaks)

1/2 can Budweiser Beer (drink the other half)
2 TBS Apple Cider Vinegar
2 TBS Fresh Orange Juice
2 TBS granulated Garlic (or 2 cloves minced)
2 TBS fresh chopped Cilantro
1 TSP Dijon Mustard
1 TSP Soy Sauce
1 TSP Worcestershire Sauce
1 TSP Honey (or brown sugar)
1/2 TSP Sripacha Hot Sauce (I love this stuff)
2 dashes Louisiana Hot Sauce
Black Pepper

- Pour all the ingredients into a pan on the stove top. Heat to a boil, reduce heat and cook 8 minutes, stirring often. Remove from heat and let fully cool to room temperature. Pour into a large plastic Zip Lock Bag and add your steak (a cheap cut will do well, as the marinade will tenderize as well as pack great flavor into it). Now just let it chill in the marinade overnight.
Grill your steak as usual and open a new six-pack.