We’ll Have Beer with that Chicken Please
Posted: March 4, 2011 Filed under: Mike the Gay Beer Guy | Tags: beer pairings, Belgian Dubbel beer, Belgium, chicken, Dubbel, flour, homebrewed beer, Mike the Gay Beer Guy, olive oil, Recipe, Sauce, Trappist beer Leave a comment »
Mike the Gay Beer Guy is back for his monthly posting on fabulous pairings with beer. Up this month, a delicious chicken dish. You don’t have to brew your own beer to make this, of course, although if you’re inspired to take that one, Mike’s the guy to show you how…
Hi Janet and Rachel -
First off, I have an announcement to make! Due to the GREAT success from my entries in LTIR, I have decided to start my own beer blog. Basically, it comes down to this: I have received so many great comments about my posts, but so many folks read the beer lingo like a foreign language. In order to go into more beer related detail (and to cover a wider range of ideas), it became necessary to go down a new avenue. Of course I’ll still be writing for LTIR once a month, but I’ll make sure the focus is food related.
Check in at mikesbeerguyblog.blogspot.com regularly for posts about beer, brewing, eating, and everything else out there!
Food for Thought Thursdays: Our Illustrator Can Cook!
Posted: April 22, 2010 Filed under: John Dezort | Tags: Blue cheese dressing, Buffalo wing, chicken wings, chipotle, Cook, Cookware and bakeware, finger food, Food for Thought Thursdays, food memories, Frank's Red Hot, Frank's RedHot, hot sauce, orange, Sauce, Super Bowl 1 Comment »
John here: Before Rachel got pregnant, I knew two truths about pregnant women: they are hormonal and they are picky eaters. Rachel’s always been hormonal, I have tools for navigating that, but the food issue had me nervous. I can’t eat pickle sandwiches for dinner, I just can’t. Rachel did have a pickle phase but it was short lived and stayed mostly to eating them out of the jar and not in weird combinations like with ice cream or something else ridiculous. I could deal with that and I did. While I was expecting the worst from my beloved pregnant wife, sneaking yummy snacks so as to not be too hungry when her urge for okra or uncooked rolled oats kicked in, she was busy building a formidable hunger and unending desire for the staple food of her pregnancy: Hot Wings. Whoa…. Am I the luckiest man alive or what?
