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Holy Pork!

28 Apr

 

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Can we talk about Kickin’ Boot Whiskey Kitchen for a minute? Because holy god, this place haunts my dreams. It is a beacon of perfectly pulled pork, an epicenter of whiskey treats, and maybe where I’m going to get married one day, because SCREW PICTURESQUE MEADOWS, love is pork, pork is love, forever and ever I do, AMEN.

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I didn’t think I liked baked beans until I tasted these. And in between mouthfuls of tender pork and the coleslaw that is now my boyfriend, I seriously scooped the beans into my mouth with their homemade salt and vinegar potato chips. I did this with zero shame, like a disgusting toddler. And then we got more napkins and I chose to believe that the servers, other diners, and my family members probably weren’t totally grossed out by my methods.

My uncle got this (Hi, Rob!):

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And then the sky opened up and Jesus came down and handed us all homemade pickles and sweet mustard and perfect onion rings that don’t get all weird and stringy when you bite into them. And he said, BEHOLD CHILDREN, I have created the mecca of condiments and it is Kickin’ Boot! 

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There is so much whiskey, IT’S LIKE CANDY MOUNTAIN. Candy Mountain is real guys, let’s go!

 

I pledge allegiance to the taco trunk.

12 Apr

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Oh hi, $5 pork burrito from the taco truck that recently set up a block away from my house! Between the taco truck I eat at after my bar shifts at 2:30 am and this one that makes for an amazing lunch in the sunshine BEFORE my bar shifts, I’m digging my own grave. A delicious, greasy grave.

Pork and Tomatillo Stew!

7 Oct

As promised I made Ruth Reichl’s pork and tomatillo stew last night, and as predicted, it pretty much cured all ills. Well, besides my lingering hell-cough, but it DID improve my mood.

 

AN ASIDE: Please notice my classy new IKEA runner in the background. It is intended for Christmastime, but I DON”T CARE. And I finally got rid of all my mismatched crazy grandma inspired (but not in a good way) plates and bought plain white ones. What. A. Relief. All that paisley and stone-print was making me feel less than stellar about my life. I’m serious. 

Moving on!

I am far too lazy to write the recipe, but it involved plenty of dark beer, orange juice, and far more cilantro than you’d imagine. After you’ve added a ton of white onion, browned pork cubes, jalapenos, black beans and softened tomatillos… and I am a happy soup eater.

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