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Some food I cooked (JayT's Flog)

I couldn't figure out where to post this stuff and didn't want to inundate The Drunken Chef, so I figured I would start my own thread for posting my foods, hot sauces and other creations.
 
 
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Teriyaki pork chops dusted with Cajun Island Blackening Spice
 
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Pork quesadillas with three kinds of peppers cheddar jack cheese and Pex' HornetBomb sauce.
 
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Yankee Enchiladas filled with, yep, more pork, tomatoes, onions, peppers, chiles, rice, and cheese.  Topped with Ranchero sauce, moar cheese, and black olives and baked.  Then topped again with sour cream and salsa verde.
 
Before I clicked to your newest post, I knew it.
 
You don't post plating pics these days! Everything's on a rack, tin foil, or baking sheet. Let's see some plating!
 
WTH?
 
I was expecting a hot dog taco.
 
From sausage camp.
 
Sausage camp.
 
Nobody but Jay and his close friends and family have ever been there.
 
No one else has even seen it.
 
Or so it has been reported.
 
The 'thang is this...
 
Sausage camp is the Amish Area 51.
 
In PA.
 
I shinola you not.
 
Its for true.
 
In 1953 a spacecraft of unknown origin crashed there.
 
Since then its been double top secret probation.
 
By the government.
 
Although it is known by some.
 
That the two alien pilots of the spacecraft were killed....
 
They had a secret cargo that they may have stolen from Earth.
 
To take back to their planet.
 
You know.
 
To do probing up the butt scientific 'speriments n' sheeit.
 
Sifting through the wreckage at the site of impact.
 
They found parts of a Kenmore microwave.
 
And the charred burnt remnants of a pack of Hebrew Nats hot dogs.
 
What does all this mean?
 
Hear me now.
 
Believe me later.
 
The aliens are coming.
 
And Sausage Camp is real!
 
Arm yourselves.
 
Because no one else will save you.
 
 
 
Shrimps and cuc salad all day long.
 
My allowance of red meat is already maxed for this month.
 
The slaw.
 
I would put on a flour tortilla with beans and cheese.
 
And hotness.
 
But thats just crazy talk.
 
 
 
I met this guy named JayT.
 
I took him to this joint.
We rolled out of there with 2 shopping carts.
 
Full of alcohol poisoning.
 
Bat shit crazy nightmares.
 
Tequila dreams.
 
We partied.
 
Like it was...
 
Wednesday or some sheeit.
 
We enjoyed a variety of culinary debauchery.
 
Chorizo queso.
 
Salmon meuniere.
 
And some other foo foo sheeit.
 
Jay grilled up some skirt steak on my back porch.
 
It was like a skirt torn right off of Marilyn Monroe.
 
Only better.
 
We never spoke of hot dogs the whole time.
 
But when I first met him....
 
 
He had mustard on his shirt.
 
 
True story.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
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