Wrigleyville shocked us with their hot dogs, and we had to learn more. The taste of this beef lovingly nuzzled into a fluffy bun, drooling with the juice of a real tomato makes you forsake your memories and pledge allegiance to Vienna and Chicago style hot dogs. The owners even went to Hot Dog Academy to refine their skills before opening the truck. Located down … Continue reading Interview with Wrigleyville
After all these months blogging we have run into many restaurant owners with a passion for what they do. We went to McDonald’s to see if their standards of food had shifted from borderline animal abuse to something we could stomach. I was shocked by what happened. The owner’s family has owned McDonald’s franchises for 20 plus years, and he did love his restaurant. … Continue reading McDonald’s with the Owner
Kreyol Korner was such a foreign treat that even though I knew the ingredients it felt like I had never tasted them before. We had the most delicious ear time with the owner, Nahika Hillery.
Foreign and Domestic. The words capture the meaning injected into the dishes. The flavors taste freshly picked from the ground or recently taken from their animal.
Divine cream meets Italian technique, and the only true scratch made ice cream in Austin.
Austin Food Blogger’s Alliance let us into their tribe a few months ago. We were both thrilled to just imagine it. Talking food with people that loved it as much as we do. Obviously every human loves food. We eat it to survive. But these people also worship it. We birth it from our brains as recipes. We dress it up with dark chocolate ganache or a leaf of basil. We stay at home on Friday nights to imagine rosemary infused donuts.
It is our love. A marriage to the senses of flavor, the sense of beauty and the taste of a memory.
Author: Ainsley Daschofsky
Every step I took away from the restaurant, concrete and bricks flashing into my eye retina, was like an interference. With a satisfaction so deep that the world couldn’t match, I licked my mind lips over and over. The match as a memory of fire hitting meat. The memory of lamb ribs on top of me like a lass I’d been imagining for years and had finally won. The fat from the smoked rib charred my teeth with a memory’s gush as the fat spilled down my throat, swallowed into me. Eyes closed, keeping all else away from the brain memorizing every pull of lamb rib. While not memorizing. You can’t memorize what you already know. What your beast knows. Your primal DNA making the taste succulent to your inner knowledge. That’s the thing about flavor. It is no hologram. It was not factory made …until it was. Meat and its flavor is known to every creature that is human. Whether you have McDonalds or not. They can only tap into the buds that scream and dance and cry to their passion. Food. Survival. Instinct. Your brain says meat should be inside it because it is your survival. Cured’s burger was this release from being a part of the world, the modern day, and back into the being part of your insides. The known without speaking. They don’t fuck with meat until it’s a veggie burger or lay down caramelized onions to hide the blood that isn’t there. Even the cheese goes inside the flavor. They char the blood to the perfect texture and honor its true flavor. They cure while pounding love into it. Eyes closed and mind dripping with bloody sweetness we call Cured our home.
Want to work for hours but keep your body beautiful? Sitting is pretty hard on the hips since it keeps them clenched. Avoid doing secret squats at coffee shops. Even standing will keep you taught. The rhymes come out sometimes.
We got to indulge in some popsicles last week on Guadalupe street. When I used to think of these ice sticks there were just that, ice with some flavor drops. Remember those squeeze pop style ones that came in cases of 50 for your freezer? I used to do rock paper scissor competitions for the pink one.
I’ve been following the ever evolving “paleo” diet for a few years. The diet changes as we find new information out about our species and as we uncover more data. Turns out ancient cultures did eat more than bacon. Honestly diets are weird if they try to go ancient because the way people ate was based on what was around them. Most American diets try to eat the same thing year round. Us Amazon.comians.