Bacon and Beer Festival Wayne’s World Poster

I’m in love with this year’s Bacon and Beer Festival art. It’s by Chris Piascik who is great at art, but lousy at being friendly.

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Also, we have new branding for Bacon and Beer Festival by Josh LaFayette who is great at art AND great at being friendly. Go figure.

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T Shirts and details and ticket info available in a couple weeks.

Bacon and Beer Festival Wayne’s World Poster

‘This game is rigged, man’ – 25 best food moments from The Wire

I’m not a fan of slideshows, but this one at least has enough videos that you can watch almost an entire episode’s worth of The Wire. First We Feast compiled their 25 favorite food-related scenes from The Wire, and because this blog is a repository for The Wire themed link bait, I am posting it. Here’s number 12.

Season: Four
Episode Name: “Final Grades”

After getting charges dropped on Bodie, McNulty takes him for some lunch in a park over near Pimlico. This meeting prefigures the circumstances that lead to Bodie being killed, as having close dealings with a cop eventually gets him pegged as a snitch. Still, lunch acts as a common ground, a sort of neutralizer of roles. Over sandwiches in the arboretum, McNulty is not a cop for a moment, and Bodie not a lieutenant for Marlo. They are just a couple of guys working in two separate systems that are screwing them over. This is the second time that lunch brings the two together not as cat and mouse, but as two men who respect each other.

‘This game is rigged, man’ – 25 best food moments from The Wire

10 favorite things from 2012

A friend asked me to put together a list of my top 10 favorite things of 2012. Now, you know I love the internet, so this list is mostly things from there. And normally when I see something I like, I post it online, so I looked through everything I posted this year and pulled out my favorite internet things. Some of this stuff might be from before 2012, but I discovered it this year, so it fits. While looking through everything I posted this year, I also, pulled out everything else I really liked a lot. So there’s my top 10 favorite things from 2012, and then the honorable mentions. There are no longreads on this list, which I think I might do in another post. The posts below are mostly from here and, where I’ve been posting regularly this year.

Top 10 favorite things of 2012 in no specific order.
Dancing in Houston Robyn vs Whitney mashup.
Dub step cat.
Bonkers Russian gymnastics video.
Ducky the new black kitten we got this summer. But also, James.
San Diego Fireworks show. Second angle.
The chicken nuggets at Tasty Burger.
Dollar Shave Club commercial
List of Ancient Pompeian graffiti including “Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!”
Some boats in a race.
Cannonball on frozen pool.

2012 Favorite things honorable mentions
Sperm from cooked squid can implant in your mouth.
NFL punter kicks Maryland politician around over gay marriage
Bill Clinton plays M83.
How hot dogs are made again.
I love this screaming sheep.
Downhill skateboarder hits deer.
BMX breakdancing.
Mister Rogers remixed.
Machine that can create anything.
Shutter speed synced with helicopter rotors.
Mario goes berserk.
Great white shark remix.
Using a plastic bottle to separate eggs.
Mr. Wizard’s a dick.
What happens when you crack an egg 60 feet under water??
Wastelander Panda.
Yogurt gives mice bigger balls.
100% the best skateboarding video I saw today.
Slow motion skating.

What about you? What’d you like this year?

10 favorite things from 2012

Lone Star Taco (NYC) Fundraiser

UPDATE 4:00pm:
Thank you! We have more than doubled our goal to send Lonestar Taco out to give away free tacos. They will be going out Sunday, and pending logistics, they may go for a second day, too. The balance of the donations will be donated to funds providing immediate relief in NYC, and if you’d still like to support this effort, please consider donating to one of the pages below. I’m very excited about how the Boston food community and friends from around the country came together to make this possible. Your generosity is amazing.

Other ways to help:
Brooklyn Recovery Fund

I was relieved on Monday when Boston was relatively unscathed by Hurricane Sandy, but that relief was tempered Monday evening when reports started coming out of the destruction in New York City. Things are going to be hard there for weeks and months. I’ve been heartened by stories of people stepping up and helping their neighbors and strangers, offering something as simple as a plug to charge a cell phone. On Thursday morning, I saw that some friends of friends, Lonestar Taco from NYC were headed out to make tacos for people in lower Manhattan, an area especially hard hit by Sandy. They’ve got a stall at the New Amsterdam Market and wanted to help in their neighborhood. It seemed extremely generous of them, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Later in the afternoon, I wondered if the Boston food community could do something to help Lone Star feed more people. A few hours later, I was talking to Tracie from Lonestar on the phone and asking if they’d be willing to go out again if Boston could pay for it. And here we are, so Boston food lovers, it is time to step up. (Actually, you don’t have to be from Boston or love food, your generosity is appreciated still.)

-It will cost Lonestar about $525 to set up for the day and give out free tacos again. That’s what we’re going to raise.
-If we don’t get to $525, the money will be donated to the Red Cross.
-If we get more than $525, the money will be donated to the Red Cross (or Lonestar will go out another day).
-Right now, the plan is for Lonestar to go out on Sunday, but a few things need to fall into place for that to work (like us raising the money).

That’s it. Let’s get some people fed. Kick in a couple bucks, and let’s do this together. – Aaron @unlikelywords / @eatboston

Here’s a note from Tracie and Wayne of Lonestar Taco talking about why they went out Thursday in the first place.

After the past few days of being stuck inside listening to the radio, Wayne and I felt that we needed to do something. We decided that the best thing we could do is use our skills and help feed people, so yesterday we set up in front of New Amsterdam Market’s offices. The seaport is devastated – I could see the water mark on the buildings and in some places it was above my head. Businesses and homes have been destroyed, people were very focused on cleaning up but they seemed exhausted and dazed. We were glad that we were able to give a bit of a respite from the horrible situation by providing some hot food. The market this weekend is canceled, so instead, we’re raising funds so that we can feed more people in need on Sunday.

Lone Star Taco (NYC) Fundraiser

On chickens,

Jackson Landers on Slate sets out to determine “when life began tasting like chicken?” which plays on the idea that rarely-eaten meats are often described as tasting like chicken. The answer is 350 million years ago, according to Landers because fish decidedly don’t taste like chicken, but alligators do, and alligators first appeared about 250 million years ago, and… Well, the first fish to come ashore was 350 million years ago… So… Anyway, here’s why fish DON’T taste like chicken:

Several barriers prevent fish from tasting like chicken. A chemical called trimethylamine, which develops after a fish dies and creates that distinctly fishy flavor and odor, is a big one. Texture also plays a role: Fishes’ muscle structure is different from chickens’. Fish muscles are typically arranged in bands along the sides of the body and are separated by relatively less connective tissue than what is found in the muscle of their evolutionary descendants. These bands of muscle are what make cooked fish flaky. Fish muscles are relatively simple because all they have to do to move through water is perform a sort of sideways flopping motion. The muscles of land-dwellers like chickens, lizards, and frogs are more specialized and are designed for the more varied movement of individual limbs.

Also, Slate writers are the best at making their friends look like idiots.

I posed a question for a group of friends on Facebook, asking them whether they thought Cornish game hens taste like chicken. Some of the respondents were adamant that the little birds have their own flavor and texture that hardly resembles chicken. What I didn’t mention when I asked the question was the fact that Cornish game hens are simply ordinary chickens slaughtered at a younger age. Our idea of what chicken tastes like seems to be as informed by our expectations as by our palate.

And here’s Smithsonian Mag going long on the history of chickens. I love their food writing.

The domesticated chicken has a genealogy as complicated as the Tudors, stretching back 7,000 to 10,000 years and involving, according to recent research, at least two wild progenitors and possibly more than one event of initial domestication. The earliest fossil bones identified as possibly belonging to chickens appear in sites from northeastern China dating to around 5400 B.C., but the birds’ wild ancestors never lived in those cold, dry plains. So if they really are chicken bones, they must have come from somewhere else, most likely Southeast Asia. The chicken’s wild progenitor is the red junglefowl, Gallus gallus, according to a theory advanced by Charles Darwin and recently confirmed by DNA analysis. The bird’s resemblance to modern chickens is manifest in the male’s red wattles and comb, the spur he uses to fight and his cock-a-doodle-doo mating call. The dun-colored females brood eggs and cluck just like barnyard chickens. In its habitat, which stretches from northeastern India to the Philippines, G. gallus browses on the forest floor for insects, seeds and fruit, and flies up to nest in the trees at night. That’s about as much flying as it can manage, a trait that had obvious appeal to humans seeking to capture and raise it. This would later help endear the chicken to Africans, whose native guinea fowls had an annoying habit of flying off into the forest when the spirit moved them.

On chickens,