food The Drunken Chef

I have split the difference lady of salsa. I have gotten drunk and planned something trashy.

In contrast to the classy display by Joyners I was inspired by the `dump a whole lot of goo on some sausages` technique from some posts ago. So I took this and created a fusion with my own classic `mix everything up together in a bucket` technique to produce

MEGAMOO'S SLOP DOGS

Ingredients
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That green jar is homemade pesto, the best in the universe. Was on 4th shot of chilli vodka.

The other ingredients I remembered after chopping up the onion.
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That jar is homemade pineapple mango chilli sauce.

Softening the oinon and garlic.
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added bacon and start frying up the snags
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BEANS
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Sausages getting stripey
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Smokey paprika and then creamed
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Pesto
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Parmesan cheese
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Now THAT, megamoo, is a proper drunken chef plate!!! Well Done!!! :clap:


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That is indeed CHINGON!

And the baby shit green color of the sauce is perfectly drunken chef style!

Pesto with beans.

So wrong and yet sooooo right.
 
I am having an impossible time wrapping my brain around that flavor combination.
I'm thinking bacon, plus creamy Italian pesto, plus a quasi Mexican combo of beans, cheddar and smoked pap, plus hot dogs.

The imaginary bite I just took was unpleasant at first.
Too many notes.
But I found that if I pretended to eat it really fast, the notes began to blend together into a wonderful symphony.

I was pretending to be drunk as I imagined eating it, and that helped.
 
Fitty.

Years ago when I was going through a divorce, I asked my lawyer what I should do.

"Start drinking heavily" was his response.

Good advice.

I recommend you do the same compadre.
 
There is only ONE.

The Original DC...

The TB...

texas blues said:
Hey ya'll once again from the big dry ditch of Las Vegas. I had picked up some beautiful chix I wanted to deep fry but soon discovered I didn't have enough oil. Why not just drive down to the local grub store and buy it you ask? BECAUSE I WAS PISS DRUNK!! Alrighty then. I grab the bottle of Hornitos tequila and ready myself to begin the destruction. I fire up the cast iron dutch oven and just start throwing stuff in. Olive oil. Garilc. Julieanned shallot. Chix thighs. Gets a little blurry here but I somehow managed to debone the thighs without chopping off my leg but then all good cooks should be able to pull that off. The vast majority of experienced kitchen rats and riffraff cook much better after a bottle of wine or three. Those of you reading this keep that little kitchen tip in mind, especially when family from out of town is around. If the wife is chewing your ass the next day for your drunken lewd and lascivious behavior in the kitchen the previous night, then you know you must have made a helluva meal and did it right.

Continuing on, I soon missplaced my shot glass and decided to dispensed with it all together. Why should tequila have to go through a middleman anyway. Liquors quicker straight from the bottle. I discovered I had a stash of dried pequins from last season and bada bing bada boom in they went. Same with some forlorn looking button mushrooms. Whirring and stirring with a spoon in one hand and the bottle of firewater in the other, why not deglaze the pan with tequila? Excellent idea! Might as well get rid of the rest of the hab salsa I made the other day. In that goes, adios baby! Add some seasalt and cracked black pepper. Whir and stir. Taste. It tastes like burning. Nice.

Somehow during this culinary rampage I managed to take a few pics.

The beginning of the end...

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I think this was chicken..


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Stewing in its own juices, just like me..

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I can't be sure but I think I ate it with tortilla's but who can say. This morning as I looked at the devastation in the Blues Kitchen I reckoned that were I to detonate a hundred pounds of C4
in the middle of it I would only cause about $21.47 worth of damage. Mrs. Blues was not amused but and well acquainted with my late night shenanigans. Ahhh marital bliss.

Now that I have started this thread, I call on all you THP drunks, sots, and gin blossomed heathens to keep it going. Pics are mandatory and it goes without saying that rule number one is...YOU MUST BE DRUNK WHEN COOKING!!

So get the divorce papers ready, get your favorite bottle of liquid stupid and get cookin' ya'll!

Cheers, TB.
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: sings :

Memories...

Of the way we used to be...

Misty water colored memories....

Of the way we were.

: slaps self :

Sorry.

Went out of my head for a moment.
 
im getting primed for some real drinking at docs and then im going to eat the hell out of crab. it will be more drunken served.
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texas blues said:
: sings :

Memories...

Of the way we used to be...

Misty water colored memories....

Of the way we were.

: slaps self :

Sorry.

Went out of my head for a moment.
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2009 was a very good year. I jumped into the fray at the end of that trip around the sun.....


If PF was still around, I'd feel all warm and fuzzy inside!

(making turkey sammiches tonight..........nothig to see here.....move along!)
 
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