Category Archives: Food and Drink

Some Great Ways to Get Fat in Winston-Salem This Weekend

My friends, if you manage to make it through this weekend in Winston-Salem without gaining, like, 20 pounds, you're made of better stuff than me.  To wit:

  • Twin City Ribfest is being held at the Dixie Classic Fairgrounds, June 11-14. In past years this was held downtown, but they've outgrown that space and moved to the Fairgrounds.
  • Edible Evenings weekend being hosted by Smitty's Notes this weekend.  Here's a description from Smitty's email:
    "So, in the spirit of Smitty's Notes, which has developed a tradition of networking and gathering people for dinner and see what cooks up has teamed with The Stocked Pot Cooking School to host three cooking events for friends with Chef Don McMillian and Andrew McMillian. That's right! You get to cook your own gourmet meal.

    On two nights – Friday, June 12th and Saturday, June 13th at 6:30 p.m. Chef Don has put together a great menu and Andrew has selected the perfect wines, all that is missing is you. Sign up today and join the fun, all proceeds go to The Meals On Wheels program right here in the Triad.

    Chef Don will demonstrate recipes from one of his most popular classes, International Chicken dishes, as you will prepare and enjoy, Chicken Saltimboca, Risotto with wild mushrooms and Eggplant and Peaches flamed in Brandy will complete the meal, Andrew has chosen the perfect wine to compliment our evening's offerings. Cost is $49.00 per person. Class is limited to 30 students. Proceeds will be donated to Meals on Wheels.  Sign up today

    That's not all! On Saturday, June 13th there is a Chef and Child Lunch class. Chef Don teaches Chef and Child classes every summer in North Carolina counties. Eager minds quickly pick up cooking techniques when it is taught with fun. Nutritious foods is the real reason for educating our offspring’s in the art of cooking. This  hands-on class covers lunch favorites that are sure to please every young palate. Check out this menu, Easy Bake Lasagna,  Garlic Bread, Fresh Fruit Carvings, Fruit Juice spritzers, Oatmeal cookies. Yes the students will prepare, and EAT the meal. Cost is $29.00 per person. Class is limited to 20 students. Proceeds will be donated to Meals on Wheels.  Sign up today

Our Friends to the East Get Their Own American Viticulture Area

Most of us in the Winston-Salem area know about the burgeoning wine business in the Yadkin Valley.  Heck, Westbend Vineyards, one of the oldest wineries in the state is just down the road from me in Lewisville.  Well there's now a new official American Viticulture Area to our east in the Haw River Valley.  Here's a press release about the announcement and here's a link to the Haw River Wine Trail brochure.  Looks like there's an event called Art on the Haw River on May 2-3 that could be interesting too.

Fresh Seafood in Winston-Salem!

When I migrated from Netvibes to Google Reader for my daily info fix I somehow missed adding the Winston-Salem Journal's food blog Dishing it Out to my Google account.  Luckily I re-found it and was immediately rewarded with a pointer to a fresh seafood store called Sea Products, Inc. tucked away in Winston-Salem.  Proprietor George Streblow has started publishing an email newsletter that you can subscribe to here, and according to the Journal's Michael Hastings the newsletter offers some great info on things like the difference between wild and farmed salmon.

Celeste and I might have a new place to shop for dinner.

Uh, Gross

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My buddy Dan sent me the link to that picture to the left.  I love my Krispy Kremes.  I love my cheeseburgers.  I love my bacon.  Mix ’em all together, though, and you’ve got one nasty looking culinary experience.  Even more surprising is that the picture was taken at the Google NYC cafeteria.  Somehow I always envisioned Googlers as the types who wear Birkenstocks, when they wear anything at all, eat tofu and get around town on Segways.

I’m thinking that Krispy Kreme needs to organize a contest and have people enter their craziest concoctions that use their doughnuts in the mix.  It truly would be a win-win for them and their hometown (Winston-Salem of course).  Think about it: they get plenty of PR and Baptist Hospital gets an instant boost in admissions.  Heck they could even have the contest in Baptist’s parking lot.

BTW, this is the second Krispy Kreme burger story I’ve run and both came from Dan.  The first was about the burgers being sold at a minor league baseball stadium, which honestly makes much more sense than Google’s cafeteria.

Pucker Up

First there were the deep fried Twinkies and now we have these: Pickle Sickles.  From the story in the Washington Post:

An ice pop made of frozen pickle juice doesn’t sound like something
people would be clamoring for. Then again, in an era when candy
companies compete for bragging rights over whose flavor is the sourest,
perhaps the appeal of a little pucker power makes sense.

Sure enough, Pickle Sickles are selling at the rate of about 20,000 a month, mostly through the Internet. Who knew?

John Howard
knew, but that’s because he created them. Though the degree of
popularity has surprised him, Howard, 43, knew he was on to something
when he began freezing leftover jarred pickle juice at his roller
skating rink and arcade in Seguin, Texas, a year ago.

You could have given me a million years and I never would have thought of Pickle Sickles.  What next, frozen mayonnaise?  I shall never again make fun of the seemingly odd cuisine found in places like China. Puppy on a stick anyone?

Lovin’ Backyard Burgers

My son left his super-duper calculator that he uses for geometry at home today and needed it because his homework was stored on it.  Like I said, it’s a super-duper calculator.  When I was in H.S. in the early 80s we thought it was cool that calculators could work on solar power and sometimes even do more than add, subtract, multiply or divide.  His does all kinds of crap I can’t even understand well enough to describe, and I get insanely jealous every time I think about all the calculations and graphing I had to do by hand when I took geometry. Any way, he needed someone to bring his calculator to school.

Celeste and I ran it over to him at lunch time and then on the way home stopped at Backyard Burgers right off of 421 on Lewisville-Clemmons Road.  If you live anywhere in the Southeast then you simply must hit a Backyard Burgers.  It’s fast food, but the folks at Backyard treat it much better than that.  The burgers are very well made and the sides are always well cooked.  For instance if you opt for a baked potato instead of fries in your combo meal it will cost you about ten cents extra and the potato is invariably fresh, not a shriveled piece of mush that tastes like it was cooked a year ago.  And then there’s dessert.

I indulged myself with a baked raspberry cobbler and created my own a la mode by ordering a scoop of vanilla ice cream that I summarily plopped on the cobbler when it arrived at my table.  Oh, that’s right I forgot to mention that after you order you sit down and they bring your food to you.  Take that Wendy’s!

Combo meals will run you about $6.00 and include a sandwich, fries (or a replacement side) and a soda.  We ate at the height of the lunch hour and even though the place was packed we had our food in about five minutes.  On the way out of the restaurant Celeste noticed a sign on the door that says if it’s raining you can ask a teller to set you up with umbrella service and they’ll have an employee walk you to the car.  I’m telling you, it’s one of the best fast food operations going.

Great News: Eating Popcorn in Bed is Okay

One of the blogs I subscribe to is published by MentalFloss and they had a little post today that in turn borrowed from a column in Bottom Line Personal that busted some health/nutrition myths.  I’ll let you read the rest at their blog, but I wanted to share the single most important busted myth I’ve ever come across:

MYTH: Eating after 8pm causes weight gain.
REALITY: “There is no evidence that calorie ‘burn’ is slower at
night. Weight gain results from overeating and lack of activity,
whether that occurs in the morning, afternoon or night.”

Honey, you bring the candy ’cause I’m bringing the popcorn to bed.  I’ll just skip one of those 22 other daily snacks.

Holy Hogcrap Batman

Being in the land of Lexington BBQ and being an omnivore of great accomplishment I do love me some pork.  Unfortunately for my peace of mind I read this article from Rolling Stone about the hog processing industry, and Smithfield Foods in particular.  I don’t recommend reading it right before a meal.

The whole article is disturbing, but this excerpt hit home because the operation in question isn’t too far from where I live:

Smithfield’s expansion was unique in the history of the
industry: Between 1990 and 2005, it grew by more than 1,000
percent. In 1997 it was the nation’s seventh-largest pork producer;
by 1999 it was the largest. Smithfield now kills one of every four
pigs sold commercially in the United States. As Smithfield
expanded, it consolidated its operations, clustering millions of
fattening hogs around its slaughterhouses. Under Luter, the company
was turning into a great pollution machine: Smithfield was suddenly
producing unheard-of amounts of pig shit laced with drugs and
chemicals. According to the EPA, Smithfield’s largest
farm-slaughterhouse operation — in Tar Heel, North Carolina —
dumps more toxic waste into the nation’s water each year than all
but three other industrial facilities in America. (Emphasis mine).

Ain’t that nice?  There’s a whole lot more about Smithfield’s North Carolina operation in the article and it’s enough to make any normal person sick, if not by the descriptions of the pig crap then by the polluting practices of the industry.  Here’s another excerpt to get an idea of what you’re in for:

From Smithfield’s point of view, the problem with this lifestyle
is immunological. Taken together, the immobility, poisonous air and
terror of confinement badly damage the pigs’ immune systems. They
become susceptible to infection, and in such dense quarters
microbes or parasites or fungi, once established in one pig, will
rush spritelike through the whole population. Accordingly, factory
pigs are infused with a huge range of antibiotics and vaccines, and
are doused with insecticides. Without these compounds —
oxytetracycline, draxxin, ceftiofur, tiamulin — diseases would
likely kill them. Thus factory-farm pigs remain in a state of dying
until they’re slaughtered. When a pig nearly ready to be
slaughtered grows ill, workers sometimes shoot it up with as many
drugs as necessary to get it to the slaughterhouse under its own
power. As long as the pig remains ambulatory, it can be legally
killed and sold as meat.

The drugs Smithfield administers to its pigs, of course, exit
its hog houses in pig shit. Industrial pig waste also contains a
host of other toxic substances: ammonia, methane, hydrogen sulfide,
carbon monoxide, cyanide, phosphorous, nitrates and heavy metals.
In addition, the waste nurses more than 100 microbial pathogens
that can cause illness in humans, including salmonella,
cryptosporidium, streptocolli and girardia. Each gram of hog shit
can contain as much as 100 million fecal coliform bacteria.

Smithfield’s holding ponds — the company calls them lagoons —
cover as much as 120,000 square feet. The area around a single
slaughterhouse can contain hundreds of lagoons, some of which run
thirty feet deep. The liquid in them is not brown. The interactions
between the bacteria and blood and afterbirths and stillborn
piglets and urine and excrement and chemicals and drugs turn the
lagoons pink.

Even light rains can cause lagoons to overflow; major floods
have transformed entire counties into pig-shit bayous. To alleviate
swelling lagoons, workers sometimes pump the shit out of them and
spray the waste on surrounding fields, which results in what the
industry daintily refers to as "overapplication." This can turn
hundreds of acres — thousands of football fields — into shallow
mud puddles of pig shit. Tree branches drip with pig shit.

Some pig-farm lagoons have polyethylene liners, which can be
punctured by rocks in the ground, allowing shit to seep beneath the
liners and spread and ferment. Gases from the fermentation can
inflate the liner like a hot-air balloon and rise in an expanding,
accelerating bubble, forcing thousands of tons of feces out of the
lagoon in all directions.

and

Smithfield is not just a virtuosic polluter; it is also a
theatrical one. Its lagoons are historically prone to failure. In
North Carolina alone they have spilled, in a span of four years, 2
million gallons of shit into the Cape Fear River, 1.5 million
gallons into its Persimmon Branch, one million gallons into the
Trent River and 200,000 gallons into Turkey Creek. In Virginia,
Smithfield was fined $12.6 million in 1997 for 6,900 violations of
the Clean Water Act — the third-largest civil penalty ever levied
under the act by the EPA. It amounted to .035 percent of
Smithfield’s annual sales.

and

The biggest spill in the history of corporate hog farming
happened in 1995. The dike of a 120,000-square-foot lagoon owned by
a Smithfield competitor ruptured, releasing 25.8 million gallons of
effluvium into the headwaters of the New River in North Carolina.
It was the biggest environmental spill in United States history,
more than twice as big as the Exxon Valdez oil spill six years
earlier. The sludge was so toxic it burned your skin if you touched
it, and so dense it took almost two months to make its way sixteen
miles downstream to the ocean. From the headwaters to the sea,
every creature living in the river was killed. Fish died by the
millions.

It’s hard to conceive of a fish kill that size. The kill began
with turbulence in one small part of the water: fish writhing and
dying. Then it spread in patches along the entire length and
breadth of the river. In two hours, dead and dying fish were
mounded wherever the river’s contours slowed the current, and the
riverbanks were mostly dead fish. Within a day dead fish completely
covered the riverbanks, and between the floating and beached and
piled fish the water scintillated out of sight up and down the
river with billions of buoyant dead eyes and scales and white
bellies — more fish than the river seemed capable of holding. The
smell of rotting fish covered much of the county; the air above the
river was chaotic with scavenging birds. There were far more dead
fish than the birds could ever eat.

Spills aren’t the worst thing that can happen to toxic pig waste
lying exposed in fields and lagoons. Hurricanes are worse. In 1999,
Hurricane Floyd washed 120,000,000 gallons of unsheltered hog waste
into the Tar, Neuse, Roanoke, Pamlico, New and Cape Fear rivers.
Many of the pig-shit lagoons of eastern North Carolina were several
feet underwater. Satellite photographs show a dark brown tide
closing over the region’s waterways, converging on the
Albemarle-Pamlico Sound and feeding itself out to sea in a long,
well-defined channel. Very little freshwater marine life remained
behind. Tens of thousands of drowned pigs were strewn across the
land. Beaches located miles from Smithfield lagoons were slathered
in feces. A picture taken at the time shows a shark eating a dead
pig three miles off the North Carolina coast.

Reading this reminds me about the time in college I was assigned "The Jungle" as part of an English Lit course.  I couldn’t eat burgers for a while, that’s for sure.

BBQ anybody? 

Krispy Kreme Burger?

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My friend Dan emailed me this little item this morning.  It’s a press release from the Gateway Grizzlies baseball team (Frontier League); for those of you who don’t feel like clicking through here are the pertinent details:

The Grizzlies and Krispy Kreme Doughnuts have teamed up to
create "Baseball’s Best Burger." The burger, which was introduced at
Gateway’s December 10th sale, consists of a thick and juicy burger
topped with sharp cheddar cheese and two slices of bacon. The burger is
then placed in between each side of a Krispy Kreme Original Glazed
doughnut.

When I replied to Dan’s email with "Now that’s nasty" he replied with this little tidbit:

actually i was thinking it might be downright tasty. the sugary sweet
glaze of a donut with the burning hot flesh of a bovine. like donuts.
like meat. like cheese. mix it all together, it’s gotta be good.

I couldn’t eat breakfast.