Happy Mardi Gras y'all. What's cookin' in the GastroHounds household for tonight? Jambalaya and Bananas Foster. Gotta have that desert. So dang good and so easy. Heck, I make that when I'm camping.
Recap: What did I make for Valentine's Day? Something I call Pork Tenderloin Von Blucher. A free jar of Char-B-Q Sauce to the first person to correctly divine the inspiration to the name of the dish: basically a pork tenderloin wrapped inside puff pastry with carmelized onions and apples, served with a sherry-cream sauce. Yes, it was scarf-o-licious. Recipe to anyone who asks.
What's next? I'll be posting on my participation in the open casting call competition for Gordon Ramsey's Chef Master's set to debut later this year on Fox. Why do you care? I'll throw this out there:
Butthead Mushroom Guy
Exploding bladders
Wilted greenery
Protein tube
Comfort puff
Angry clown
Dog turd.
...all played a vital role during my day. Come for the comedy, stay for the the discomfort.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
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Lucullus says:
"Comfort Puff"!?! I've gotta have one!
So I don't embarrass myself by incorrectly guessing about von Blucher, let me just throw this out there: "Some Ovaltine...perhaps?".
Lucullus, the Delicacy Ape, asks: are you truly competing in the Ramsay casting call?
aahhhhh that would be Frau Blucher from Young Frankenstein. I'm not aware of a connection, though it's possible. I'll have to look into that.
As for Gordon Ramsay's Chef Masters casting call - done and done. I took part and my next blog post will be on what I encountered, including the comfort puff and where to procure one. It was one helluva day - I only hope I can get it all in one post. I might have to do it in 2 parts. It was that Kind of a day.
Lucullus demands a response: So you're saying Frau Blucher is not the inspiration for your dish...meaning I don't win a jar of sauce? Why you goddamned...you crap-faced...
When Lucullus demands for himself, Lucullus demands for all!
Unfortunately, Frau Blucher was not an influence in my naming of the dish. I offer up quite a poser with this riddle so here's a clue: In Woody Allen's "Love and Death", Napoleon was worried about his British counterpart's development of Beef Wellington. With the future of Europe hanging in the balance, Napoleon would respond by creating The Napoleon. As history proved, it was not enough - and not because of raisins or lack of heavy cream. My dish is key as to why Napoleon failed.
Wow. This is a poser. All I know is that I want to form an alliance with the crown. Not the king...just the crown.
Lucullus says: When I dine alone, I show my gratitude by keeping heaven packed with fresh souls!
I am seriously looking forward to hearing about your casting call. I have some friends who are food bloggers and they like to pose and mince and purse their grotesque watery lips but they would never have the guts to lay it out there in an actual contest.
Do I hear a motivational? ooooh-rah!
Oh man - it was an experience. To see behind the scenes, to interact with other contestants (one who was in front of me got an immediate call-back)and dealing with the surroundings - incredible.
@Lucullus
Assuming that your friends are real -- and not a product of your overheated, tumescent imagination -- why would anyone blog about fast food?
I don't know about Lucullus, delicate and simian as he is, but for me it depends on the fast food. When you can get a great fish taco in Mexico, made right in front of you... handed to you... in all of about 60 seconds. Does it get better? The fish is fresh...caught right off the coast. The tortillas - hand made. Simple dressing of white sauce and pico de gallo. THAT is fast food and it's killer.
"Assuming that your friends are real -- why would anyone blog about fast food?"
Lucullus responds: Unfortunately, they are all too real. One in particulary sashays daintily about his kitchen, dipping his pinky into various sauces, denying his important guest a refill on his martini. As Gastrohound aptly notes, some fast foods are superior precisely because they are fast.
"Fast Food" is a catch-all for crappy mass-produced dreck that is appropriate for a few, carefully controlled situations, such as a cure for a massive hangover (extra points for the identity of this cure).
I wish there were a better way to describe the joys of what our host is describing. Jacques Pepin has a cook book of fast food, but what he refers to is standard dishes that can be prepared quickly and easily, obviously not that wonderful fish taco. Perhaps anonymous could ask his mincing, sashaying host?
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