Thursday, October 2, 2008

Poker night BOYS FOOD. Ribs and Wings

Ribs
The ribs where bought at homeplus and cost around 5000 won for a rack

Dry Rub

8 parts brown sugar
3parts salt
1 part chile
1 part (garlic powder,Cayenne pepper, black pepper,old bay,mustard powder, celery salt,all spice,oregano,thyme,coriander powder )
or a selection of what you have this one part can be your own mixture of anything.
RUB ON RUBS AND LEAVE OVER NIGHT

Braising Liquid


1 cup wine(I used Pomegranate Drinking Vinegar )
2tablespoons white wine vinegar
3 teaspoons honey
2 garlic cloves crushed
worschire sauce

RIBS AND WINGS
Preheat your Oven to 190
c
wrap your ribs in foil with a little of the
Braising Liquid .
Place on a oven try
for 2 and a half hours


Comfort Food

If there are two words more, well, comforting than ‘comfort’ and ‘food’ then I am yet to hear them (although ‘Obama’ and ‘landslide’ do come a very close second). Even the simple act of saying those two little words can cause smiles and quivers of anticipation and an insatiable desire for a large plate of something warming and stodgy.

Comfort food is more than sustenance. It is food for the soul as well as the belly, a meal that warms the heart and the head in equal measure and leaves you in a faint fug of tiredness with a look of happy exhaustion playing across your face and a desire to fall asleep on the sofa while episodes of favourite comedies play themselves out on the television.

It is a concept that means different things to different people. One of the most interesting occurrences to come out of the ‘Desert Island Food’ game was the stark difference in what is considered to be comforting. For those raised on a western European diet, potatoes and bread feature heavily whilst those of Asian extraction showed a bias for rice. I dare say that, broadly, the pattern would be repeated in other parts of the world and I look forward to reading more ‘Desert Island Food’ lists. If you haven’t yet taken part, the original post is here.

With the mornings and evenings getting increasingly cooler, we’ve finally had to succumb to the wonders of central heating. We’ve also had our chimneys swept so that we can enjoy a real log fire instead of merely flicking the switch to turn on the radiators – far more appropriate, and satisfying, for life in the countryside.

There are few meals more apt for eating in front of a crackling fire than sausages and mashed potato, complete with decadent amounts of onion gravy, naturally. Add to that a bottle of rib-stickingly thick red wine and a few episodes of The Wire and you have a recipe for the ultimate comfort scenario. So, that’s exactly what we did.



Sadly no photos – by the time it was all ready the light had gone and we were left with an un-photographable plate of deliciousness – but for lunch I turned the leftover mash (pepped up with some fiery English mustard) into potato cakes, fried in a little olive oil and goose fat.



This is the best use of leftovers ever. Ever. Ever. I challenge you to think of one that trumps it.

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Canciones de amor.


Hoy me he levantado y lo primero que he hecho ha sido poner a Johnny Cash cantándole a su June Carter "Rose of my heart", una de las canciones más bonitas que se han escrito jamás... quien la sigue, la consigue, y la verdad es que es algo que se le puede aplicar a Johnny cash con respecto a esta fantástica mujer.

Johnny Cash - Rose of my heart


We're the best partners this world's ever seen,

Together as close as can be.
But sometimes it's hard to find time in between,

To tell you what you mean to me.

You are the rose of my heart,

You are the love of my life.

A flower not fading nor falling apart,
If you're tired, rest your head on my arm.

Rose of my heart. When sorrow holds you in its arms of clay,
It's rain drops that fall from your eyes.
Your smile's like the sun come to earth for a day,

You brighten my blackest of skies.

You are the rose of my heart,

You are the love of my life.

A flower not fading nor falling apart,
If you're cold, let my love make you warm.

Rose of my heart.
So hard times or easy times, what do I care,

There's nothing I'd change if I could.

The tears and the laughter are things that we share,
Your hand in mine makes it good.

You are the rose of my heart,

You are the love of my life.
A flower not fading nor falling apar
t, If you're cold, let my love make you warm. Rose of my heart.
You are the rose of my heart,
You are the love of my life.

A flower not fading nor falling apart,

If you're cold, let my love make you warm.

Rose of my heart.


Y luego, automáticamente, me he puesto "Wild in the wind" y "As the world falls down" de Bowie (como no!).

David bowie - Wild in the wind

Love me, love me, love me, love me,
say you do
Let me fly away with you
For my love is like the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind
You touch me, I hear the sound of mandolins

You kiss me
With your kiss my life begins
You're spring to me, all things to me

Don't you know you're life, itself!
Like the leaf clings to the tree,

Oh, my darling, cling to me

For we're like creatures of the wind, and wild is the wind
Wild is the wind


David bowie - As the world falls down


There's such a sad love
Deep in your eyes.
A kind of pale jewel
Open and closed
Within your eyes.

I'll place the sky
Within your eyes.
There's such a fooled heart
Beatin' so fast In search of new dreams.
A love that will last
Within your heart.
I'll place the moon
Within your heart.
As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.
Falling. Falling down. Falling in love.
I'll paint you mornings of gold.
I'll spin you Valentine evenings.
Though we're strangers 'til now,
We're choosing the path
Between the stars.
I'll leave my love
Between the stars.
As the pain sweeps through,
Makes no sense for you.
Every thrill is gone.
Wasn't too much fun at all,
But I'll be there for you-ou-ou
As the world falls down.
Falling
As the world falls down.
Falling
As the world falls down.
Falling.
Falling.
Falling.
Fa
lling in love
As the world falls down.

Y al final he acabado con "Wish you were here" de Pink Floyd.

Pink Floyd - Wish you were here

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.

Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.

What have you found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.



...Y preguntándome es qué piensan estos artistazos cuando escriben cosas tan bonitas (y en por qué nadie nunca me ha escrito a mí nada así XD...)

Seguramente alguien habrá que me cante cosas tan bonitas... en la cara oculta de la Luna, ¿verdad? n____n