Monday, November 16, 2009

Fake Rockstar from camp

Having finally left the grips of New England sports, flannel and blatant misuse of the letter "r", I'm finally a New Yorker. An UPSTATE New Yorker. You see, while the wife works and lives in the magical embrace of NYC (sharing a generous portion of the DAW offices), I'm holding down the fort in the quiet Adirondack Mountains, until we can secure the right apartment to house our personal brand of crazy.

I am happy to be out of Maine. I do miss my friends and I miss my bar, but I'm otherwise happy. That said, I do miss one other thing: The food. As lovely as the ADKs are, finding places to eat and buy decent groceries is a...uh, "creative" process. Plus, we're tightening our belts, in order to have enough $$$ for a deposit on a city home. So, my current situation leaves me with but one option: cook and cook for cheap.

To my surprise, I have had modest success with the "cooking" approach. Granted, finding decent ingredients at a low price is a challenge, but when you're alone in the woods, finding carrots for $.79/lb is reason to celebrate with cocktails and 2 hours of Magnum P.I. reruns on Hulu.

Why do I care to share this with you all? Honestly, I haven't posted anything in a while and sharing what I'm cooking from camp sounded more fun than another "top 10" list. And with that, I give you tonight's menu, complete with ingredients and recipe...


Tuscan White Bean Soup with Pepper Jack Grilled Cheese


Stuff ya need:

One package of Alessi Tuscan White Bean Soup mix.
4 1/2 cups of water (h20)
Pot (for water, not the herb, genius)
A cooking device (fire works... or, fireworks)
Cheap White Bread (also great band name)
Pepper Jack Cheese (for the spice)
Dried oregano (Not pot. Real oregano... feckin stoners)
Butter (duh)

How ya make yer supper:

1. Light yer fire underneath yer pot of water, wait until it boils. Try not to pick yer nose.. Or yer ass.

2. Wash yer hands of boogers and ass.

3. Add the soup mix to the water and stir for one minute. Knock the fire down a log or two and let simmer for 12 minutes. Stir when ya remember.

4. Light yer fire under a fryin' pan. Butter yer bread, cut yer cheese (shut up) and assemble yer cheese sandwich in the hot pan. Stick the fingers you just burned in your mouth and let out a few whimpers. Collect yerself and usin' a spatula, flip the grilled cheese and add some of the dried oregano to the outside of the sandwich.

5. Douse yer fires, scoop yer soup into a cup and slice yer sandwiches. Careful, knives are sharp.

6. Enjoy with a cold can of PBR and a bandaid.

Serves one cartoonist and three dogs, unintentionally.

Wish me luck. The more I cook, the less crazy I become and the sooner I can annoy directly from the streets of NY.

Words, Lies and Hobo Chili,

-FRS

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