tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10210415855369528512011-12-11T17:26:11.762-08:00A Hunger Fuelled Romp Through the Fetid Undergarments of FresnoPookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-43985701627467617982011-12-11T17:26:00.000-08:002011-12-11T17:26:11.773-08:00

Hi kids!  I know, I know...slacking on the chili recipe.  Needless to say that it was a layer of cream cheese, shredded cheddar, refried beans and our home made chili spread over the top and tossed into a 400 degree oven for about 20-25 minutes. It totally looked like this And the non-superhot with olives to mark it as safe for the kiddies (kinda) The only real difference was in what peppers

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Who has two thumbs and sucks at updates?  That's right, this guy!!  And damn the excuses.  Because this isn't even a full post!  It's a pictoral preview of the the layered chili and cheese dip that we're making tomorrow for Thanksgiving!  So far the chili is made.  And the peppers are entirely from our own back yard!  That's right!  One batch is made with a chili powder made from our dried Peter

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Anyone else ever haunted by the number of times they feel they must emphasize how large the Fresno Fair is?  At a certain point, I wonder, who are they trying to convice?  Me, or themselves?  I mean, I'm quite happy with the length and girth of the Fair.  But it's always going on about how much bigger and bigger it is this year than last year.  Really?  At a certain point, we're all going to have

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-49311129505276659442011-10-11T22:09:00.000-07:002011-10-11T23:12:36.635-07:00

You know what I hate about me?  I promise something totally doable at the end of a post, and a week later I'm all "I don't wanna do a recipe!  Waaaah!"  Which usually dovetails with an utter lack of photos and a week of doing everything but cooking something new.  Or if so, then so burnt out that I can't muster clever words of entertainment to describe what went down.  Plus I whine alot... But

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Changing seasons greetings dear readers!  What a wonderous and amazing weekend it has been.  I have, at last, fed a multitude!  Saturday a good friend of mine and I catered a 100+ participant event called the Estalilla Kabaroan Escrima Subukan.  A gathering of students and teachers of the Kabaroan Escrima style, to meet and greet each other as well as present demonstrations and have some friendly

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Argh!  Crazy week of craziness.  So I leave unto thee a piccy postly thing of pan fried polenta with garlic, basil, aji lemon pepper sauce.

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Howdy folks!  Hope you all have had a wonderful heat-tastic Fresnummer.  As you might have noticed, I took most of the flamethrower months off to be broke and watch my front lawn crisp up like a cruton.  There's nothing like 100 degree temps to mash your apathy button until at least the evenings are tolerably cool. But though I did not write, I did still eat!  And being me, I forgot to bring my

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Top left: 7-pot Jonah, top right: 7-pot Douglah, bottom right: Trinidad Scorpion, mess in the middle: Peters, Aji Lemons, Mystery tutti-frutti peppers, red Fatalis, yellow Fatalis and a Nagabon or two.  Plus a couple bags of dried Peters and Ajis!

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Hidey-hailey-hello!  Y'all broke too?  Man!  Lack of gainful employment has really crimped my ability to pick on perfectly innocent restaurants of late!  It's been basic rice'n'stuff dishes at home and maybe a cheapie burger or taco at the local choke and puke, if we eat out.  My most exciting meal out has been a double burger and banana malt at the Los Banos Fosters Freeze.  Which, by the way,

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-75184689863673841332011-06-26T14:30:00.000-07:002011-06-28T14:53:05.928-07:00

We interrupt your commonly late blog with a news update!  Pook is an idiot and needs to back up his data on a regular basis!  That's right, I've had my second hard drive blow out in the old EOF tower of power.  That's 1.5 terabytes of heartbreak.  The first was a Panasonic drive and this last one was a Hitachi.  So my words to you dear readers, stick with Western Digital if you want a drive that

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Did I say well before the festival?  Well, it's before the festival! As I'm sure you've heard, the Fresno Chile Festival is this Saturday June 18th at the Fulton Mall in Downtown Fresno.  There is going to be a ton of spicy insanity going on!  Like the salsa making and chile eating contests, performances by Cerro Negro, Patrick Contreras and Lance Canales, as well as tradtional dancers from

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As I'm sure you've noticed, your irregularly scheduled program has been rather interrupted.  Being slathered in genius as I am, I have successfully knocked my back out of whack and have been somewhat less than cookeryness.  Although I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I've been able to cook some pretty awesome Korean ramen at my bedside with a lighter and copious amounts of flop sweat.  Thank

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-23120438504962827652011-05-27T20:57:00.000-07:002011-05-27T21:21:19.431-07:00

Hi gang!  What a series of adventures the past week and half have been!  After a year I think we're past the point of apologies and you all understand I'm a naughty blogger flake when the real world starts a' knockin' at my door.  Between taco adventures in Coalinga (I finally am able to order entirely in Spanish!), meeting some awesome local martial artists and the usual scramble to get to

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Isn't it amazing how quickly things pick up during springtime?  Days are warmer and the evenings more mild.  The rare days in Fresno where you can decide for yourself whether shorts or pants sound comfy today without fearing some temperature extreme striking you dead before the fun is over.  So what's been up?  Well for one, I've been Iron Birding it a bit more lately.  Mighty fine coffee, but

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Boom!  Two reviews in a row!  I'm as shocked as anyone.  But with it being 92 degrees in my apartment due to my outrage at starting up the A/C in May, there was no way I was firing up the stove or the oven.  It was too hot for microwave popcorn up in here!  So when the Mrs. comes home and asked about dinner, it was obvious that we were going out to Art Hop and brave the legendary lines to try out

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I realize I'm pretty late to the show when it comes to finally trying pho.  It has come well recommended from just about every social circle I stumble through.  The restaurants have been popping up in ever increasing numbers and the dish is now seen on the menus of a few fancy pants eateries as well.  Recently some good friends raved about Pho 75 #2 on McKinley and First, so that seemed the

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Belated greetings and apologies!  It's been a little sparse around here lately.  Dare I say, I've been caught up with the non-internetly world for a week and a bit of change.  First there's the garden.  With the welcome change over from frigid nights and blustery days to Fresno's brief window of spring before the blowtorch of summer, it's been time to get the pepper babies outside and soaking

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Indeed friends, I have been deep in the bowels of my culinary lab, toiling and fulminating. To what end you ask? To deafeningly blare out “Fresno” in hot dog form. And maybe put a little bit of a personal spin on the dish as well. So being an Oklahoman-American, Okie if you will…I’ve got to represent my slack jawed tobacco chewing kin. And if you’ve ever seen the travesty that is an Oki-Dog in

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Happy spring everybody!  April showers bring May flowers!  Or in this case, March monsoons bring big water in June.  Which is a bit of a mixed blessing.  Come summer there should be quite a bit of available water for irrigation, but it's also pushing back people's planting schedules. Mine included!  I've got nigh on 50+ pepper plants that have survived my inexpert tending that I would absolutely

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Post Rogue salutations dear Fresnans!  It's taken almost 5 days before I could finally get a full nights sleep.  Full night meaning almost 12 hours and waking up to a storm blowing into town.  I'm glad that it decided to hold off showing up so everybody had good weather to draw in their crowds. So to wrap up our Rogue coverage, we stopped in to see Airplayne Jayne's, An Accident Waiting To

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Hello again from the midst of Rogue-Booze-Central!  I probably would have chosen BarfingOutFresno, had I known that the pursuit of art would lead to drinking so much damn gin!  I mean, I kinda gave America a mulligan on it due to prohibition, but after chasing phantoms in our own show and severely violating my Hobbit Hole rule to see as many awesome folks shake their ass as possible...I've

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-75148460767505113602011-03-09T03:16:00.000-08:002011-03-18T21:35:35.696-07:00

High Ho!  Your incredibly hungover blogger here!  Ok shhhhh.  My head is freaking killing me!  I didn't even go out and get sloshed on Fat Tuesday!  Being not-Catholic, I prefer to have a barbeque to really piss off everyone suffering under the arcane culinary laws of the Lentish season.  Don't blame me, God made pork delicious for a reason. So on to the Rogue!  Sadly, on the food front, I've

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-82540556664877661292011-03-04T21:45:00.000-08:002011-03-04T21:45:06.603-08:00

Who has two thumbs and just had their hard drive take a dump?  THIS GUY! And what a perfectly lovely time for it all too with the Rogue Festival kicking off tonight.  But worry not, a sleek Western Digital Caviar Black is rapidly being beamed to me via the worldwide wonderful world of webs.  So we'll still be on track for our undercover culinary plans.  But in the meantime, there are some

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-81693263018608687972011-02-24T02:54:00.000-08:002011-02-24T02:54:45.307-08:00

What time is it, you say?  It's Rogue Festival time says I! Yup, time again for the (once) largest non-juried arts festival west of the ole muddy Miss'i'sip!  And of course that means that I'll be running all over hell and breakfast working on Cap'n Scurvy's Ragnarok Hootenanny Jamboree. But in those few quiet breaths, I'm going to be looking for new and interesting places to eat.  We all know

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-79170008354786518902011-02-15T03:30:00.000-08:002011-02-15T03:30:10.330-08:00

Ahhh, love sweet love. What could be more romantic than a day dedicated to one sided gift giving and the exchange of poorly worded missives of lust? Well, we do it a little different in EOF town! Rather than jumping through the hoops of convention, we’ve broken St. Valentine’s down to its more hedonistic roots. This usually entails a trip over to Whole Foods or some other specialty food retailer

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-8794626394713655932011-01-31T19:24:00.000-08:002011-02-06T06:59:39.496-08:00

So here’s how it’s gonna work. Below I’m going to give some strange and fanciful descriptions for the ingredients to one of our own recipes that has been posted on the blog. Once you know what the ingredients are and which recipe they’re for, then it’s up to you to cook the recipe at home (or wherever you have access to a kitchen). Once the dish is finished, take a picture of the finished product

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Well good friends and dear readers, here we are. At a place where, 365 days ago, I’d have probably scoffed at it’s potential for reality. It seems that somehow, by hook or crook, Eating Out Fresno has been posting culinary nonsense about our hometown for a year now! That first post feels and looks like it was done a lot longer ago than a year. And it was that first dish that helped to establish

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Ok, that one was a bit of a stretch? What can I say? I've kept the pun running for almost a full year now! That's right, in 2 days it will be the 1 year anniversary of Eating Out Fresno! Hard to believe that it’s been a year since I took the dare to get off my creative butt and start babbling food guff to the interwebs. That’s over 64 Eating Out innuendos! My Mom is sooo proud! So, the subject

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Sick of all the pepper posts yet? Lordy, I hope not! Because it’s coming time soon to start germinating all of those seeds we mentioned back during X-mas! And life is showing no signs of slowing down my manic pepper seeking behavior. Beyond growing tons of and reading everything I can get my hands on about them, it seems that good ole Fresno is going to be putting on a Fresno Chile Festival.

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The back yard!  And it's breakfast time!  How often in the winter time can one say that more than half the ingredients that you're using came from your overwintered garden.  But fortunately we've still got some peppers on the overwintering plants that are slowly ripening in the Okie greenhouse.  And there are a good number of herbs that can withstand winter's chill, as long as you keep them from

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-60680295945838817042010-12-31T07:03:00.000-08:002011-01-03T02:01:51.122-08:00

And so as 2010 winds down to a frigid and entertaining finale, we take some time to reflect up on the year that was.  To look back on who we were then and who we have grown to become today.  To assess our triumphs and tragedies and try to put them all into perspective. It's amazing how much life can change.  Back in 2000 I was living in Los Angeles, a good enough cook to feed myself but hardly

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-48183811559301701482010-12-22T13:13:00.000-08:002010-12-22T13:27:41.428-08:00

Lee Ving said it best: "Don't despair, just because it's Christmas.  Children they, are so gay at Christmas.  All the toys, at their feet, wanting something good to eat....FUCK CHRISTMAS!"  And you too can fuck up Christmas today, with us!  On....CHUCKMAS!!!! That's right kids!  A 3 hour Christmas extravaganza on your Central Valley Buzz and stretching into Tattoos and Music Reviews!  But

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-84109239470637732362010-12-14T03:01:00.000-08:002010-12-14T04:09:24.463-08:00

Yes, I’m a naughty, wicked boy. I peeked. I guess I’m supposed to feel guilty, but the only bummer was getting caught. But oh, if you could have felt that sticky warm sense of happiness and gratitude when I realized that the postman had dropped off a rather pregnant looking Airmail envelope. Whatever could this be? Return address says New South Wales, Australia. Wait…NEW South Wales? The same one

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Okay, by show of hands, how many of your child selves would lock yourself in the closet with the varied department store catalogs and a half dead 30lb D-cell flashlight and bask in wonderful covetousness? JC Penny, Sears, Best (anyone remember Best? It was short for Best Damn Toy Catalog EVER!) all of which gave me endless hours of voyeuristic capitalist joy and ensured a short novel for a Wish

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I'll bet you're already sick of that cloying, slightly farty odor thats rising from that gallon ziplock in your meat drawer.  The idea of another cold (or worse, tepid) cranberry, mashed potato, turkey sandwich is enough to make you disavow the same thing you were eagerly raking in the compliments for, scant days prior.  And at this late stage in the game, does anyone really need a recipe?  They

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Belated greetings and apologies dear readers.  In case you hadn't noticed, I've had a little bit of the writer's block of late.  Coupled with a fairly tight economic situation, there hasn't been as much to write about.  Especially since it's not terribly interesting to read about grabbing fast food on the fly or making favorite, but already covered recipes.  Still, last night's spaghetti was

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-5545965627935764082010-11-05T19:34:00.000-07:002010-11-05T20:06:28.136-07:00

Man! So I’m guessing a lot of you heard about the plagiaristic whirlwind surrounding Judith Griggs and her magazine the Cook’s Source. I’m not sure where the story popped up first, but I’m stealing my lead from an NPR story link on Facebook (feel free to check against other articles for theftery). What a slap in the gob for poor blogger Monica Gaudino! Sure, you can say it’s supposed to be

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Feliz dia del los muertos!  Or All Saints Day or whatever reason you employ to extend the costume and makeup wearing season.  And a rather busy season it has been!  (These are what I call excuses to prevaricate on why I don't have a well thought out foodly post) Indeed!  So we're fresh from the festivities at the beloved City Arts Gallery in the Tower.  Fresh off of several hours of standing and

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Gordon Ramsey is the type of boss that, if I was at a pub and was on my way to take a painfully monster piss and he was on fire, directly in my path to the pisser. I would pinch the end of my wiener and stop to look soulfully into his eyes, so he could see my teeth floating behind my corneas. Then I would doff my hat and walk quietly to the pisser while I listened to his fat sizzle outside the

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I suppose that the R-N Market on Herndon and Cedar isn’t so much of a real Fresno secret, in that I see their weekly ad all the time. But what their sales in the paper have failed to reveal to me is that the R-N Market is a treasure trove of obscure and interesting Asian ingredients! Don’t get me wrong, I love Central Fish for their Japanese section and the Korea market for their obvious

Pookhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11378460336865118593noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1021041585536952851.post-56784098729275018972010-10-11T17:46:00.000-07:002010-10-11T18:13:30.903-07:00

Mmmm mmm! Choked chicken of the sea over sticky alabaster mouthfuls. So, this past Humpday we wound up opting out of Pub Quiz after meeting Manhole on the very day that KRZR died. Don’t even get me started on that mess. I just hope y’all will avoid listening to any Clear Channel stations in the future. Nevermind all that mess though, it’s dinner time and Mr. Sushi has Ki-rin Iciban, so kampai!

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Lordy, it seems like it’s been an age since we’ve last reviewed anything restaurantish around town. A mean economy can subconsciously make one a little less experimental in their eating. I’ve been hitting a lot of familiar and favorite places. And while it makes for boring blogging, I’m glad to do my part to keep the places I love, open. But that doesn’t preclude us entirely from trying anything

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Whew!  Day late and a dollar short again!  Many apologies and excuses dear readers, it's been a busy and somewhat banal week.  Adventures in vehicle repair and varied handymannery abounded.  And although I have been a little too distracted to conduct much in the way of culinary experiments, I have been dragging my camera out that last few times I've gotten out of the Hobbit Hole.  So I give to

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Holy crap! I feel like I’m suddenly back again. And ergo I must totally blame Ms. Joey and Pat Contreras. Since my earlier semi-hiatus, I’ve felt like a total hack. And a big part of that was the usual Summeritis. The need to completely fuck off from the period of June through September. But after a wild boozer night of soul searching. somehow we’re finally home, tossed and have a keyboard back

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At last! After an entire spring and summer of toiling, fertilizing, fretting, we have fruit. Well, pods really. The blossoms that were able to set during that miraculous temperate snap we had last month have happily made it to maturity. Wee little weenie shaped nubbins of firecracker power! We’ve gotten a grand total of 7 all year, with 6 of them coming from this very harvest! Not terribly

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Greetings and salutations! Another week, another set of culinary adventures. As I’m sure you saw on the Facebook, I was beating my brains trying to come up with something to throw down on the Cooking With Pook segment on the Central Valley Buzz. It was late, the beer was flowing and I was rooting through the pepper porn on Thehotpepper.com and I discovered a drunken cooking thread of impressive

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Happy long weekend everybody! I am officially wrung out like a reusable vaginal sponge! This sedentary wordsmith has been running hither and yon so much that we’ve almost forgotten what our comfy hobbit hole looks like. From the Tower to the hills and back again. We’ve been all over our fair land in just a few days. Tuesdays philly went over like gangbusters. And so now I can give to you the

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So this Tuesday is dear friend of the of the blog, Chuck Leonard’s birthday. And happily that falls on the day of the Cooking With Pook segment. So naturally I’ve got to come up with some sort of fabulously awesome birthday mealness to kick down to the dude who lets us run wild on local TV. Nevermind the awesome cake and hangover congrats that I got from the Central Valley Buzz family this year.

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So I did promise to blog if it all turned into a messy disaster.  So I guess I gotta go forth with the sad truth.  Although it would have been much more entertaining if I had actually gotten so trashed during grilling that I wound up with some super cool looking scars.  But sadly they're all on the inside. This whole night owl number has a real knack for causing issues when one's orbit is

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It hurts. Oh my god it hurts! 3 months ago, one of my pepper plants was putting out sweet, non-Fresno chile chumps…until, this morning, when I staggered my ass out for a bit of early morning gardening. Brimming with both piss and vinegar, I figure that I’ll have a snacky chuckle at my Fresno pepper plant’s sweet little pods while I jam out to some Zepplin. Pride doth go before the fall does it

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That’s right! There’s my damn food premise! One of the most awesome rocking bands to ever get within swinging distance of Oderus Urungus' flapping cuttlefish of Cthulu! That’s right Green Jello! Fuck you Kraft fucking Corporation and your stupidly sad, yet successful, lawsuit against the band. No matter what you make them put on their albums, we’ll always know who is hard when they know that,

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I love to garden at night. I know it’s an odd habit. But in my own bass akwards way, I’m staying up until when the old farmer would get up to do his work and passing out when he’d be coming in for that first cup of coffee from the Mrs.. The benefit being, that the plants get their water when it’s coolest so they’ve got their best shot at holding the water. With temps over 100 degrees, my poor

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Greetings, salutations and gratuitous apologies dear readers! I make some lovey dovey statement of pride and love and whatnot on the anniversary and proceed to disappear for nigh 10 days! Last time I pulled a number like this, my best friend’s Mom had half of California dredging the canals for my apparently rotting body and/or looking for a good place to dump it once she got her hands on me. So

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Man…the title sounded better in my head. But nonetheless! This is our six month anniversary of being a mouthy, semi anonymous, picker on of local businesses, as well as a bestower of glowing praise upon those that earn our pleasure. And oh what a pleasure it has been. We have teetered out of bounds here and there for meals in Los Gatos and up towards Coarsegold. We’ve meandered through a few of

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My my. Has it been a month of Tuesdays already? It’s all been so fun and such a kick in the pants that I’ve hardly noticed the non-Tuesdays flying by. And who’da thunk that it all would come together by running down to the Tower with my beard trimmer to rescue Chuck from being roached like a Shetland pony. In the past few weeks I’ve been deep in the plush, leather clad opulence of a luxury

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Holy shit! A restaurant review? Here? On Eating Out Fresno? Pshaw! But it’s true! I somehow got out of the house and let some other poor schmuck do the cooking in exchange for hard earned shekels. And as always, it’s a crap shoot on whether or not I’m going to feel like a dumbass for parting with the greenbacks to get something I probably could have ruined better in my own kitchen. Case in

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Yup, that’s right! Hot peppers. Unfortunately the backyard crop is struggling with blossom loss at the moment, so we headed out to the Vallarta Supermarket over on Cedar and Dakota. Talk about reasonable prices! I’ve ogled their ads over the last couple years, wondering at how in the world they were able to sell tomatoes and other nummies at prices that should be making Vons nervous. And since it

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Hello everyone! I trust you all had a fabulous Kick An Englishman In The Teeth Day! (Normally we wouldn’t advocate such allegorical violence, but due to the English’s distinct lack of front teeth, one would have to get their shoe all the way back to their chewin’ tooth and no one wants to risk catching Caledonian tooth cankers on their toesies, now do they?) Must everything start with an awkward

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As we’re swaying into July, I’ve been catching up on my well procrastinated gardening. And what do I find? But this wee pornographic pepper showing it’s veiny erectness to the unimpressed world. I’ve had some worries that I wouldn’t get any fruit on the Peter Pepper plants this year due to late repotting and blossoms dying off. But it looks like we’ll get at least one naughty pepper of hilarity

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Dear diary, I really dig this whole TV thing. So far I’ve been able to knock out 2 recipes with only minimal difficulties. Although deciding to add the garlic at the beginning of cooking was a rather boneheaded move and I should have known better. But oh well, the chicken was done all the way through and still pretty moist. And this time I managed to make enough so that all of the crew got to

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Actually, THE Landmark. You see, after we didn’t totally screw up during the premier of the Cooking With Pook segment on Central Valley Buzz! 4-6pm weekdays on channel 33.1 and webcast, (Like that artfully rammed in plug? Thought you would.) so we felt that we deserved a bit of a victory dance after our premier and dropped in for a bite. More about the mighty ‘Mark later. Let’s talk about MEEEE!

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Howdy y’all! And a happy Monday to ya’s. I trust your weekends were mostly quite pleasant and involved enjoyable activities that dovetail nicely with the sunny and rather warm weather. Preferably scantily clad activities. Sadly, I myself was in a more pants-on sort of position. But, it wasn’t all bad. There was of course some excitingly experimental (for me) cooking going on in the kitchen of

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It’s been a much more sedate weekend so far. And that’s not so bad overall. It’s a dice rolling, Dungeons and Dragons kinda weekend. Not D&D proper, but Savage Worlds, an offshoot of another fun pen and paper game called Deadlands. But you’re not here to verify that I’m a card carrying nerd. It’s about food right? Well, to the point, the lady of the gaming cave also mentioned that she wanted to

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Greetings dear readers! What a freakin weekend we had! Rollins on Friday night, Burlesque on Saturday night and then the Celebration of Wine on Sunday! How in the heck did I suddenly develop a social life? Unthinkable! Well, you got a peek at my letter to Henry that I’m screwing up the courage to send off. The show was really, really good. Without ruining album sales, let’s just say that he

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Dear Henry, Thank you kindly sir, for coming to Fresno. Without going into an overly kiss-ass rendition of how incredibly awesome you are and how I’d commit seppuku in front of the Supreme Court in the name of free speech, liberty and vegetable rights, I’d rather give you my perspective on how you may or may not have influenced the awesome of my evening. It of course, started with the show. And

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Greetings and vacational felicitations dear readers! Nothing like a three day weekend that you stretch almost to the following weekend, am I right? And christwagons I needed it. Too much sun, too many delicious beers and too much good food. And unfortunately the too many beers part pretty much ensured that I wasn’t going to risk my camera to a wild gesture as I’m describing that thing I did that

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Happy Monday intrepid readers! My weekend didn’t turn out anything like I expected it to. I somehow got the idea that I had a ton of stuff lined up and couldn’t for the life of me remember what a whit of it was. So instead, a bohemian Saturday morning lead to questions about the Korea Market, which I had cased a week or so prior. It’s a cute little market in the Mission Village shopping center,

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So, I’m still cooking things n’ stuff. And in doing so, I sometime remember the occasional request for home recipes to attempt and enjoy. I’ve had a good run lately with some new experiments and rehashing some of my old favorites with a sprinkle of wild eyed madness. So, a few recipes of vegetableness for my sod-stalker friends and a few in my usual meatgasm style. Let’s kick it off with a

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Well, after a wild romp through the Taste and Toast of the Tower this evening (which I’m secretly hiding away from my forebrain to be regurgitated by my alter ego at Valley411.com) and I am beat. No, one little food and wine festival couldn’t put down our intrepidly drunken glutton! There was more! So much more. Somewhere towards the end, there was the 3rd worst Long Island iced tea I’ve ever had

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Ohhh, here we go boys and girls. It’s time for the mixed message post. This morning, I done got me an urge to ask the people of the Vineyard Farmer’s Market the burning questions that I made up in hopes that you too, my beloved public, would want to know. And the day started off in the most lovely fashion. First we stopped off with our friends at Fabiano’s to ask our silly questions. Fun and

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There are so many damn weird ass words for food these days that it’s a nightmare to figure out which language to learn, so you can speak the words of food with smartness. Give it up. Latin, French, Spanish, Japanese, Chinese, on and on and on. So many fucking words for a cut up potato. But sadly, a lot of them do a good job of describing the state and condition of the food item in question, some

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I heard recently that my very first Chef passed away last week. Part of me was shocked at how much anguish I truly felt. One can get close with co-workers in just about any job. I have lost co-workers and acquaintances before. But this is very different. Even though it has been close to 4 years since we last saw each other, he’s always remained in my thoughts and I would check up on him via

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Not so much the eating of offal, I’m speaking of the chefs and restaurateurs who are stupid enough to think that their particular brand of “edgy” is going to sell well for television. I’m sure some names jump to mind immediately. Gordon Ramsey right at the top. In what world does it make sense to slather your restaurant or personal brand with a giant, flaming neon “I’m a huge prick and

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Whaaat the hell? No, my blog hasn’t turned into Craigslist and I’m not soliciting anyone to meet me in a dark grape alley for some hardcore bad-touch. No, I’m talking about the wonderful Vineyard Farmer’s Market. The best reason to go 100 yards north of Shaw. I love the place TOO much. Without thinking hard, I can drop close to a hundred bucks there. And that’s not getting any flowers, plants,

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I sit before you, dear readers. Full to the gills, simmering in a fabulous gut stew of well wrought culinary artistry and not a little bit of the vintnery, distillation and brewery arts. And though the booze doth drive me to write out the insanity that dwells in my brain, the food is what gives me a subject by which to humble myself. So has Veni Vidi Vici made me this evening. As Tower jewels go

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Thanks to Joan Obra from the Fresno Beehive for bringing something awesomely unique to our attention.  Apparently Fresno has just gotten it's very own Casa de Tamales!  A strictly tamale-centric restaurant.  It's everything tamales! No longer do we have to wait for our wonderful friends and neighbors to begin the Christmas orgy of small business and family tamale construction.  Or suffer through

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So, Easter has come and went. I have sacrificed the sacred chocolate bunny to my confectionary lust. But after crashing into a sugar k-hole, I need nutrition of goodness to feed my hunger to make bad religious allegory. An herbal hiccup wound up keeping the whole rib roast in the freezer. So, it’s a pick up game dinner. To the cupboards we go! The Sam’s run has us awash in good sausage, so we’

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No, not friend of EOF and our buddy’s wife Samantha. Ewww! She’s pregnant! That’d be like Turducken or something, right? No, no. Sick, dirty, people. We’re talking about Fresno’s own, Sam’s Italian Deli and Market! Where they actually do stuff things into other things. But, with a much more pleasant and delicious surprise. A family owned and operated Fresno landmark for roughly 3 decades, Sam’s

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Okay, so he’s really hella dead. So it’d be more like eating old grandpa jerky. Gross right? So instead we’re going to take a cue from a friend of EOF Kattra and attempt a…oh god…I think I might have yarfed a little in my gob. A vegetarian recipe. Oh god! I’m sorry, I’ve gotta empty my sorrow into my porcelain Lord. Ok! Upbeat again. So vegetarian right? Well crap, I guess I do have a bunch of

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So spring is here and I have begun my seasonal plunder of the Vineyard Farmers Market. It’s still early in the season, so what these farmers lack in bounty they make up for in succulent tenderness. Sweet little tightly coiled bunches of baby romaine, tangy and sweet myer lemons, blood oranges. My money just evaporates every time I come here. It takes two trips to the car just so we’re not loaded

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So in a shift from our normal programming. I wound up scoring tickets to the LOL Comedy show at the Tower Theater this past Saturday. Don’t worry! I’ve got recipes backed up and ready to disgorge upon the starry fabric of the interweb. But about the only thing that wars with my love for food would be my love of yuk yuks. But first, a story. About 15 years ago, I went to the Tower Theater with a

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And so we return, dear readers.  I have retreated to the Cave of Grumpiness, now that the Rogue Festival has come and gone.  Truly it was a grand two weeks for myself and many many others.  Shows were rocked, crowds were wowed and lots of new friends and acquaintances were made.  A hearty thank you to everyone who participated in the Rogue this year, from the organizers to the volunteers to the

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Many apologies dear readers for the belated follow up post. I figure I had best finish up the weekend review with the Sunday post before the next weekend is already here! So we left off at Saturday night, after I had been hustled into the waiting limo by my security team. Wait…that never happened. I think it was actually my girlfriend telling my drunk behind to get the hell in the car. Yea, that

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Dear lord!  I had no idea that one weekend of the Rogue Festival would leave me so battered, bruised and exhausted.  Not to mention exhilerated and virtually bursting at the seams with pleasure at being exposed to so much artistic energy.  And somewhere in all of this we managed to get out at eat at a few spots First meal of the Rogue was at a personal Tower favorite, Tower Dogs.  They're known

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My lord.  If you had told me I could jam that much art and that many restaurants into my rickety frame within a 24 hour period...well I don't know what I would have called you, but it would have been complimentary.  I sit before you and my keyboard, enriched, befuddled and more that a little boozy. So where do we go?  Art or food?  I think sausage counts.  So thats an easy lead-in for The

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No, it's not what you're thinking.  This is actually a pleasant suprise!  Not only is there plenty of good food to see and eat around the Rogue, there's actually food IN the Rogue! No, it's not Yan Can Cook: The Wok Chronicles Musical.  Although, now that I say it, that could be pretty awesome.  Nope, it's a one woman show from the wilds of deepest darkest New York.  Her name is Carolann

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Our own internationally famous Rogue Festival is about to kick off this Thursday.  And we're doing our part by make sure to sleaze our way into the booths and tables of the unsuspecting Tower eating establishments to leave them in complete disarray.  Covered and smothered in a film of crumbs and mysterious viscous fluids. For the performers and volunteers of the festival, the work has already

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So recently I’ve been reading up on the local restaurant news and this new spot called The Mad Duck came to my attention. Since they’re still in the building stage, I can’t really review the place. But I can go on a non-sequetarian rant about the menu. Join us won’t you? Now, in case you haven’t noticed, I’m quite the curmudgeon. So my first inclination was to look at tearing apart their cookie

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I swear I have been trying to get into a position where I can have something non-snarky to say about local Fresno food. There IS great food out there. I’ve just been luckless and lazy in my culinary pursuits. And drunk. Very, very drunk. And that brings us to The Cinnamon Roll Shoppe. Another long standing Fresno institution. They have been at their location on Fresno and Gettysburg as long as

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Felicitations intrepid readers!  Eating Out Fresno has been on the road, deviously dodging the banality of Valentines Day. I felt after the scathing review of Irene's eggs benedict, that I needed to look again at my source material.  Afterall, sometimes you have a randomly over exuberant reaction to a breakfast.  Like when you were a kid and stayed over at a friend's house.  For breakfast his

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Irene's Cafe. It's a Tower anomaly. They've been there for years. Closing long before theres anything resembling a bar rush. Their prices are high and the menu isn't exactly what I'd call imaginative. And yet, Irene's has withstood the fickle eddies of time to remain open much longer than their original forebears Cafe Intermezzo. And so we flash to an extremely hungover Sunday morning. It is

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Greetings! Welcome to the inagural post of Eating Out Fresno. Rather than patting myself on the back and glad handing with empty platitudes and vague promises aimed at the future, lets get on with the blogging!I figure for a first post we should get down to the essence of what food is. Real food. It's that one special thing that just hits the spot. Like there was an aching, empty, missing part of

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