Steven Raichlen shows us how to make the perfect all-American hamburger. I would gladly pay him Tuesday for this hamburger today.
* I admit that I've always had trouble pronouncing his name. But as he says, it's RIKE-lynn
Steven Raichlen shows us how to make the perfect all-American hamburger. I would gladly pay him Tuesday for this hamburger today.
Labels: grilling, hamburgers, holidays, videos
For the Jewish Festival of Lights, a most unusual brisket - with a barbecue twist!?
Labels: grilling, holidays, Jewish/Kosher, television shows, videos
My next Food Ethnography takes me somewhere that few Americans have ever heard of - at least those who aren't anthropologists. My first exposure to Papua New Guinea was, yes, as a lowly undergrad taking my very first anthro class. Several years and student loans later, I probably know more about the place than most people I know! Most of us, however, know Papua New Guinea - the eastern half of the island of New Guinea, just north of Australia - for two things:
Even though Papua New Guinea has no easy-to-pin-down "cuisine", some have tried to find one. The University of Papua New Guinea just put out a cookbook last month of the Papua New Guinea Cook Book. Edited by Louise Shelly, many recipes are in English, and a few are in another one of the country's common tongues, Tok Pisin, Before that, one notable cookbook among them is by Australian author Anne MacGregor, who penned the extremely rare (and now extremely expensive) Papua New Guinea Cookbook. It's not available in libraries, and the only ones you can buy cost $100 used. Maybe easier to find in Australia or, say, Papua New Guinea. But as a grad student out in Cali, I found a copy of MacGregor's cookbook in the voluminous University of California library and made a photocopy of a few recipes here and there. This is pretty much the only way I can try these recipes, much less share them with anyone.
Located in: Melanesia in the Pacific Ocean, nestled snugly between Indonesia (to the west) and Australia (to the south)Thanks to the folks down the street from me who are just giving some of their stuff away before they move, I am now the proud owner of a used charcoal grill. How lucky is that? I was heading out to Waverly for the market today, where I also got a humongous $2 bunch of cilantro, and another $2 bunch of basil, plus a bunch of spring onions, all for only $4.50 (God, farmers' market basil smells so much better than the hydroponic stuff you find in the store). Driving out I saw a yard sale with an unused charcoal grill, the kind that sells for $50 at Rite Aid. When I came back I parked at my place, walked over and before I could even form the phrase "How much for the grill? Is it for sale?" the woman of the house just cheerfully said "It's free, it's all free! Take whatever you want!" I also got a rug covered in dog hair, which I need to vacuum up, a little Linens n' Things-type black square basket, and several votive honeycomb candles.
But I'm still reeling, in a good way, from that grill. Now I have to track down a cheap chimney.
Labels: farmers' markets, grilling, yard sales