Confession No. 138 — When the dentist has stinky breath, just walk away (Recipe: Sous Vide Char Siu)

Sous Vide Char Siu —

Her halitosis should’ve been a dead giveaway. So too should I have been curious as she continued to brag about her skills while aimlessly poking away. My dentist was a bona fide dilettante. ‘Yep, just as I thought,’ she said, still exhaling her noxious breath in my oxygen space. ‘You have six cavities.’ ‘Six? Seriously?’ […]

The RV Chronicles — A 2016 letter to Santa from the ‘Jimmy Rockford’ (Recipe: Slow Cooker Osso Buco)

Slow Cooker Osso Buco —

Dear Santa – As you check out your list in the next week, you’ll see that I’ve been (mostly) nice this year.  I know, this puts you in an odd predicament. Relax, because I already have everything I’ve wished for. Our 2016 has been healthy and happy. Catherine began her new career as a teacher; […]

The RV Chronicles — Carnitas Tacos w/ Chile de Arbol Salsa

Carnitas Tacos w/ Chile de Arbol Salsa

Redux. In the culinary world, it’s a fancy word for leftovers. And there’s a lot of redux going on at the Jimmy Rockford because of our limited space. The beauty of carnitas and chile de arbol salsa (or any other salsa, really) is they taste so much better the second time around. Sort of like […]

The RV Chronicles — Damn these wayfaring wildcatters (Recipe: Korean Grilled Pork Chops)

Korean Grilled Pork Chops —

Admit it. You’ve experienced that strange feeling of elation when a for sale sign pops up in the neighbor’s yard. Me too. But I’m feeling the opposite this week … Except there was no warning. Or warning sign, as it were. I’ve talked here before about my neighbors. In this park of 50 or so […]

The RV Chronicles — Cider Brined Pork Chops for my bride

Cider Brined Pork Chops w/ Apple Thyme Pan Sauce

I‘ve been acting a little strange lately. Even for me. When I’m not laughing at 5 in the morning at the homey antics of Mr. Ed and Wilbur Post, I’m tucking back in the disheveled mess that is intended to cover me as I sleep. I haven’t turned on a fan in weeks and weeks. And […]

Food Snob Chronicles — Texas Rib Sandwich

The Texas Rib Sandwich — Messy and downright wonderful.

Texas, when it comes to barbecue, is known for slow smoked brisket. When done correctly, there is no better protein on planet earth. But, as the old saying goes — chocolate cake every day doesn’t taste as sweet. Enter barbecued pork ribs. If you walk into any respectable (mom and pop) barbecue joint in the […]

The Unorthodox Epicure — Holy swine! Melt-in-your-mouth ribs

Melt-in-your mouth pork ribs — No barbecue pit required

Forgive me y’all, for I have sinned. It’s been almost three years since I first confessed here about my cheating ways … in the kitchen, of course. Well, I’ve been unfaithful again and again to my custom pit smoker. My latest secret flame comes from my oven … and it involves pork ribs. It’s true. […]

The Unorthodox Epicure — Cuban Pork Chops (Chuletas de Puerco)

Cuban Pork Chops — Tender. Juicy. Lively.

Travel south of the U.S. and you’ll find a myriad of lively cuisines — from the creamy tangy elote in Mexico, to Central America’s  warm soulful mofongo and Brazil’s zesty churrasco grilled meats.  And then there’s Cuba. Quick — name two Cuban dishes (besides the Cuban sandwich). Admit it. You’re stumped on this one, and […]

The Unorthodox Epicure — Pork Carnitas

Pork Carnitas — Succulent 'little bites.' Delicious on everything from tacos and tostadas, to tortas and ... by themselves.

Imagine a prepared meat that is so good — so succulent — that it’s difficult to avoid filling up on it before you add it to a dish. In it’s most popular authentic state, this meat really isn’t even seasoned. I’m talking carnitas here, and if you’ve ever had them, my description has definitely conjured […]

Confession No. 65 — The lies we tell … and fall for

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We’re all guilty. We’ve all made promises for life. Offered our concrete oath. We’ve sworn our unwavering affection and attention to that object of our eye. But we tend to fall short, because we fail to look at the obvious. Puppies grow up to be dogs. And butterflies flutter by. I don’t ever remember begging […]