Mount Kilimanacho

Mount Kilimanacho  is the most badass nacho mountain I’ve ever had. Maybe better than the first time I did it in 2004.

Photos courtesy of Chrystal Cienfuegos

If you didn’t know, I love football.  I love sports in general, but football is all I have time for anymore.  Although my team will likely never win it all, my friends and family create great memories every season rooting for our perennial losers.   With football having a much shorter schedule than other sports, it allows fans to continually make “an event” out of most Sundays that would otherwise be delegated to housework.

Like most football fans, our fall and winter Sundays revolve around food and drinks. Sometimes the food is easy and sometimes it’s a lot of work, but it’s always delicious and usually centers around a grill.  This year’s Superbowl party was no exception.

Since I didn’t do much cooking during the regular season we tried to go all out this year and get everyone involved.  And everyone DID get involved, it was beautiful.  We weren’t rewriting the book on anything, but when you attempt to do things properly and there’s a bunch of hungry people, there’s just a lot to do.

We had fried chicken bites with dipping sauces and grilled carne asada nachos.  Fried chicken is fried chicken, no real need to discuss that one, other than stating how ridiculous perfect fried chicken is. Ohm nom nom.

Back to Mnt. Nacho

What pictures cannot show is the depth of flavor achieved from the charcoal.  The BBQ smoke flavor permeates, and the bottom gets all cheese fried crusty.  We of course fried our own chips, grilled the meat, made the beans and made the salsa.  The second batch was going to have some nacho cheese swirled in, but we never got there.  I think this was all done during halftime.  How we pulled ourselves away from another mind-blowing Super Bowl halftime show…I’ll never know :-|

Fresh chips
Tortillas into fresh chips
A solid foundation
Cheesy goodness
Smokey grilled carne asada
Red and green taco shop hot sauce
Sour cream is always a nice touch
Beans to start another layer
More of everything
Boom!
Vultures
Although we put a hit on it…I was eating nachos for a couple days.
10 pounds of nacho joy

Chrystal is a Local photographer and does an amazing job for any event.  http://chrystalcienfuegos.com — I highly recommend her boudoir shots for any woman wanting to give their husbands whiplash.  My wife took some and I’m still cleaning drool off the keyboard.

Beef Carnitas

Mmmmm beef fat…

Not suet…which is clean, easy melting fat that’s obtained from  just outside the kidney of a bovine. But beef fat trimmings.  Not only is rendering fat kinda cool, but it’s a deeper flavor that reaches juuuust outside our norm.  Easily obtained from a serious butcher shop, suet and fat is inexpensive, easy to render and gives you a clean, savory cooking oil.   On new years eve I set out to make traditional carnitas.  Slow cooking pork butt in pork fat until tender, then raising the temp to fry and crisp.  Cooking meat in its own fat compounds the flavor and rings in that authentic bell.  Unfortunate to those classic carnitas plans, my sister in law was coming over and like always, I forgot she doesn’t dig on the swine.  So I switched it up a bit and decided to try beef carnitas instead.

Getting The fat

Went to the local butcher and asked ’em about getting some suet.  They didn’t have it and I didn’t want to drive across town to get it, so I asked them if they had any fat trimmings.  They didn’t right then, but would later in the afternoon.  Cool. I went back later and got 10 pounds, came home and chopped it up into fist size chunks. Beef carnitas, here we come.

All it takes to render fat is a heavy bottom pan and a heat source on low.  It took about 3 hours to render and I didn’t really do it to perfection.  Towards the end my impatience got the best of me and I got it a little hot.  It didn’t damage the oil to detriment, but it took away the clean purity of perfectly melted fat.  I put it through a strainer to remove the fried pieces of crispy fat and any particulate matter. In went the lime soaked beef to a long slow bubble, bubble, bubble.

Chewing The Fat

Towards the end of cooking and several cape cods later, I over-cooked the beef a bit.  The result was extremely delicious buuuuuut, a bit chewy.  Not to jerky standards but still jaw wearing.  You’d think I’d have learned my lesson at the family reunion, (referenced in my engagement story). Oh well.

Earlier that day when I got the fat, I realized I was gonna have a fry station ready to rock for midnight munchies, so i picked up some yukon gold potatoes and flour tortillas. Around 11pm I fried the potatoes and they were salty and luscious…and needed at that point. But what came next was an experience no one saw coming, and no one will forget. Well…it was NYE, so a couple people might forget.

The Next Fatty Level

The magic came when I used the flour tortillas to make bunuelos (fried flour tortilla dusted with cinnamon and sugar). Bunuelos are always a wonderful treat, but these were out of this f-r-e-a-k-i-n-g world. The addition of some sea salt sprinkled into the cinnamon sugar, with the savory goodness of the beef fat…it was just mouth wateringly sublime. Hilarious how much it overshadowed the beef carnitas.
So remember, you don’t always need to get your cooking fats from a bottle or rectangle; mix it up. And don’t stress too much about dinner, it might be the forgotten munchie that wins the night.

Mud Bug Chug

2012 Mud Bug Chug quote at every 30 minute mark. “Did you suck the head?  Did you get any juice when you sucked it? Huh huh huh.” Yep, it was that kind of day, and it was perfect.

You might be asking. What is a mud bug chug? Apparently, it’s a crawfish boil. I’ve got a buddy named Doug. Doug, (who is on loan from Louisiana), just threw his 2nd Annual: San Diego Mud Bug Chug. Although the party followed the needed party norms. Good food, good drinks and good people. The food was a first for me, and epically fun. The drinks were illegally good, and the people were all lucky. 

Hoppy SD

As hop heavy beers gain in popularity, it still isn’t the standard for American beer drinkers. San Diego has seen heavy growth in the craft beer world. In the meantime, the city has made a name for itself. Synonymous with quality, craftsmanship and originality, it’s climb has been steady and consistent. Hop heavy brews have become the distinct calling card in craft beer. “San Diego style Pale Ale” has become an actual term used to reference double IPA’s. This movement toward full-bodied flavor has made many casual beer enthusiasts accepting of bitter, complex brews.

To reiterate

A crawfish boil with 3 outstanding home brews is a culinary delight. All 3 flavors gave their own story to the day. The first beer was hi flagship IPA, coined Matrimony Ale. Originally created as a wedding beer for a friend. Matrimony Ale is classic, balanced, refreshing, and smooth. The other two beers had specific flavors geared toward the boil. They were a spiced ale and a smoked lager.

Gochugaru was the secret spice in the chile beer. Gochugaru is a distinct Korean chile pepper which gave a perfect amount of heat on the back-end. When I say back end, I mean on the finish, lol. The other brew was a smoked lager that tasted exactly like it was intended. Nice and smooth, with a bite of smoke that begged for a bug.

Pairing

To the unfamiliar, a food and alcohol pairing is deemed successful when both the food and drink are elevated. The intermingling unlocks hidden flavors, or, pulls known flavors to the forefront.

It was a classic San Diego summer day. Happy, people gettin’ down and dirty on a table of authentic American cuisine. Also, the communal savagery of ripping bugs apart for sustenance, is beautiful.

I get fired up when I know someone took the time to prepare something artisanal. Something with passion that can’t procured. The effort lets your guests know that you care about quality and happiness. Here’s some pics until next year, woot woot!

Chuckle heads prepping
The Business
You want me to do what now?
It looks like he’s singing patience. But I don’t know, this was after the beer was gone.
Ohm nom nom