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No Hangover Margarita

This might sound like it is not possible, but there is such a thing as the no-hangover margarita.  There are a few strings, proviso’s- whatever you want to call them.  The first is that if you are going to mix your booze- beer, wine and liquor, the chance of being hungover increase exponentially.  So, for this one, just stick to the margarita for the day.  There’s nothing wrong with that and after the third or fourth, you won’t even know what you are drinking. 

The second proviso is that the drink needs to be as pure as possible.  Hold the sugar and additives.  These ingredients comprise a one way ticket to Hangoverville.  This is a ticket that we need to avoid, so we will leave the triple sec on the shelf and pull out the Cointreau instead.  Leave the El Toro in the barn with its sombrero because cheap tequila is just about the worst thing you can put into a margarita.  You don’t have to buy Patron (although we did and it was delicious) but you should be looking for this on the bottle “made from 100% agave.”  If it is blue agave, all the better.  Anything else will mess up your head for days. 

With regard to non-alcoholic ingredients, you should only use fresh lime.  Bottled stuff just doesn’t taste as good and it has a lot of preservatives.  And forget the sugar, use agave syrup instead.  I know that it is not something that is in everyones’ pantry, but once you try it you will be hooked.  It’s low on the glycemic index and goes great in coffee, tea or on pancakes and french toast.  This subtle ingredient will make your margarita taste great and also save the thumping in your melon in the morning.

The simple equation for a delicious margarita is this: 2:1:1.  Two parts tequila to one part Cointreau to one part lime juice.  So, for each blender that I fill up with ice I put in 1 cup Patron, half a cup of Cointreau and a half cup of fresh squeezed lime juice.  About a tablespoon of agave syrup and a pinch of salt.  The salt in the drink saves you from having to salt the rim.  I said no salt, no salt! 

Makes 4 frozen margaritas

Ingredients:

1 cup 100% agave tequila
1/2 cup Cointreau
1/2 cup fresh squeezed lime juice
1 tablespoon agave syrup
pinch of sea salt

Fill a blender with ice. Pour in all the ingredients and the pinch of salt. Blend until smooth. Pour into glasses and serve ice cold. Garnish with a slice of lime that you have swiped around the rim of the glass.

If you don’t want a frozen margarita, the solution is simple.  Fill a shaker with ice, pour in half of all the ingredients.  Shake well and pour.  This one will mess up an afternoon quick like a bunny.

Mmm… Now that’s good. Had about 4 of these last night, woke up at 7A with the baby ready to go for the day. Even felt good enough to make some home made french toast and bacon. No hangovers here baby.

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No hangovers in this glass, but plenty of booze. Photo by Scott Groth

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Dirty Martini Recipe, Review & Tips

Ever since Sean Connery first uttered the words in1962′s  Dr. No, I believe that our country has gotten the martini all wrong.  Shaken, not stirred?  You have to be kidding me.  Shaking a martini just screws the whole damn thing up unless you are fru-fruing it with cranberry and orange juice or countless other mixers.  If this is what you consider a martini, then in that case, all is well because you are not drinking a martini but a mixed drink.  Shake the crap outta that one America. 

Who the hell made Sean Connery or Ian Fleming experts in the field of mixology?  Granted, I don’t know my ass from my elbow for many drinks, but I do know how to make a dirty, extra dirty and damn that is one dirty bitch martini.  Shaken?  My buddy from high school says that it is ok to shake it lightly.  He calls it “bruised.”  I have been bruised several hundred times in my life and never found any one of those experiences enjoyable.  The same goes for a martini.  Bruised?  Call it what it is man, it’s shaken at that point.  Get over it.

Shaking a martini adds air into the mix.  The martini turns cloudy when you shake it.  Right?  If I am wrong, call me out on it.  Sack up little camper.  Air changes the taste and consistency in all forms of cooking.  Take baking for example.  If I whisk enough air into my butter, sugar and eggs, the consistency of my batter and therefore my end product changes significantly.  In this case it is usually  a turn for the better.  In savory cooking, if we add air into our eggs by beating them for ten minutes, we get lighter, fluffier egg.  Great if you like that kind of egg.  Now let’s add air into our fresh made apple juice.  Turns it brown.  The taste is still good, but it is brown.  Same for avocado.  Enough said about adding air into things because I think we can all agree that it changes the end product.  The martini is no different.

Stirring a martini allows for careful inflection on exactly how you want the drink.  You can stir like a madman and get the same effect of shaking, but you will draw curious stares from other patrons of the establishment.  Screw em, it’s your drink.  I enjoy my martini on the rocks and actually just poke at the drink to mix it up a bit.  On occasion I have been known to stir, but that usually only happens when I am deep in conversation and am slowing the pace a bit.  When you have a stir stick or pick loaded with olives, there is just something right about stirring  a martini.

I can appreciate those of you who take your martini’s ”up” as there is a uniqueness to the martini glass that allows even the most macho of men to drink from them.  It is harder to master the wine glass when you are out with the guys and even more so with the champagne flute, but the martini glass is a hard one to argue.  Probably because it is full of 80 proof high octane fuel that the other sissies at your table can’t handle.  Close your legs, gentlemen.  I like mine on the rocks because the melting ice continues to replenish my glass as the minutes pass.  The bite from the brine tends to mellow and the last sip is simply heaven on your lips. 

So one might ask just how I landed on the dirty martini as my drink of choice.  It came about as more of a quest than a choice.  Over a decade ago, I was told by the father of an ex-girlfriend of mine that I should pick my drink and stick with it.  People will know what you drink and can buy it for you then.  Good advice, I thought.  I started on my quest for the Holy Cocktail.  I floated around for a couple years trying to figure it out and always came back to the same conclusion.  My Cocktail was so easy to find.  So what exactly is my drink?  You may be saying “a dirty martini, stupid.”  It’s more than just that.  I have been ordering the following drink for 12 years “Yes, I would like a (insert belvedere, gray goose, Thor’s hammer, kettle one, three olives) on the rocks, extra dirty with… ummm… do you have blue cheese olives?  No?  Ok.  Three olives for luck then.  Thank you.  Also, no vermouth please.”

Notice I never say stirred, not shaken.  This only happens in the 1967 You Only Live Once.  Yes, I am using wikipedia to get my Bond facts, but at least I am taking the extra step.  It’s the digital age.  When you order on the rocks, most bartenders don’t take the time to put it into a shaker.  That’s good news.  When you walk into an establishment, check out the bartender first.  If they look like a “go-getter” then you had better give explicit instructions.   If they look like they just are having a good time, then no worries mon.

Here’s a quick side-note to any bartender that puts vermouth into a dirty martini:  you should really get your head examined.  Vermouth tastes like crap in a dirty.  The very first taste you can tell that vermouth has muddied the waters.  Send it back if you get one like this.  And then keep sending it back until they get it right.   Sooner or later they will figure out that something is wrong or they will run out of their little bottle of vermouth.  Nasty swill.

So where is the recipe?  Right here:

Dirty Martini Recipe:

1 low ball glass, chock full of ice
6 green olives in brine with pimientos removed
Olive brine
1 package crumbled blue cheese
1 fifth or handle of your vodka of choice

Special Equipment: Martiniware Olive Injector, olive pick

Fill up the olive injector with blue cheese.  Run this under HOT water for about 30 seconds.  Inject blue cheese into the olives.  Quick Tip:  Put the base of the injector on the counter and hold with your hand.  Place olive on tip and just push down on the injector to fill the olive.  Quick and easy.

Fill glass with ice, chock to the brim.  Pour in vodka of choice to about 3/4 full for a super dirty martini.  Complete the pour with olive brine.

Skewer olives with the pick.  I suggest three per drink, simply because that is good luck.  Why?  I am not sure, it just is, trust me.  Use the olive skewer to stir the drink to your preferred mixation level. 

Don’t rush this cocktail, just let it linger.  Most people think it tastes like ocean water.  That’s ok, let them enjoy their Budweiser.

Tips & Tricks for this martini:

1. The Martiniware Olive Injector is about the greatest thing to come along for making dirty martini’s since vodka.  I used to be one of those a-holes sticking my hands into the blue cheese and trying to jam it into the privates of that delicate olive.  Gentle, big boy… there has to be a better way.  Well, there is.  Fill up this injector with your topping of choice (roasted garlic works great, as does any type of soft cheese or cheese spread) and you can expect to fill up to about a dozen olives mess free.  Clean-up is a breeze since this whole setup is top-shelf dishwasher safe.  I have filled probably 500 olives with mine in the last five years and it still works as well as the day Caroline gave it to me.  Just one of the many reasons I love her.

2. Don’t cross contaminate.  If you are going to be stuffing your olives, don’t use the same utensils for the olives as you use for the blue cheese.  The bacteria from the cheese will mold your olives in the jar in just about a week.  This lesson comes free from a man who has suffered from many, many lost jars of olives.  It is even worse when you have conserved that precious brine and forgotten this important lesson.  Pour one out for my homies.  Literally.

3. Don’t always go for the big glass.  Enjoy this in a glass with sentimental value.  After your third dirty of the night, it will give you something to talk about to yourself when everyone else has tuned you out.  Enjoy the moment.

4. Many people have told me that it doesn’t matter what type of vodka is used in a dirty martini because it is technically a mixed drink.  My outrage has been stifled at this comment for way too long.  I get it if you are drinking a vodka sprite, since the sickeningly-sweet-lemon-lime-high-fructose-corn-syrup flavor completely masks the vodka flavor.  Take the well vodka because you can’t taste it.  Same goes for cranberry, orange, pineapple or whatever else you are mixing in with the exception of lemon.  The olive brine simply adds another dimension of flavor.  It does not mask the flavor of the vodka and you certainly can tell the rubbing alcohol of Korski versus the subtle demeanor of Belvedere.  Adding dirt to your drink doesn’t muddy the water as the name implies, it just adds complexity to the drink.  Also, keep in mind that you are drinking a lot of alcohol in this drink.  The hangover consequence from drinking well or bottom-shelf will be disastrous. 

5. Never order a Belvedere on the rocks, dirty with three blue cheese olives.  Order the following:  “Double Belvedere on the rocks, extra dirty with three blue cheese olives for luck.  And, no vermouth please.”  Next, turn to your table and say “Now that’s a drink.” People can hear the clank of the brass between your legs across the restaurant. 

6. If you are ordering it “up” then make sure that you ask for a chilled glass.  Any bartender worth their weight will get this step right.  It makes all the difference in the world when you are sipping on your one-legged wonder.  I also ask for the olives on the side… remember it is your drink to decide just how it should be mixed. 

Food parings:  I have found that the absolute best food paring can be found at Hyde Park.  Order your extra dirty on the rocks, then throw down with the Wedge Salad with extra blue and the steak of your choice, charred rare with flash seared blue cheese on top.  Saddle up some hollandaise asparagus and gratin potatoes and you are off to the races. 

It’s just that good.

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Magic Hat Spring Seasonal Lager Review

Magic Hat is a brewery that I visited several times about a decade ago.  I still have the pint glasses from there, but the print is faded after hundreds of washes.  My t-shirts are long gone, but perhaps next time we visit New England there will be a stop off in Vermont to rekindle old memories.  If not for that reason, then to drink some really good beers.

I have always been a fan of Magic Hat’s #9, which is rich and complex.  Over the years I have tried several others, which have always proven to be interesting to drink.  Some have been one-off’s and others I have enjoyed through the season until they disappeared from my grocery store shelf.

This sixer of Spring Seasonal was picked up at Wegman’s Grocery store in Jamestown, NY.  They have a pretty good selection of beers there and on this trip it was the label which caught my eye.  There are a lot of catchy labels out there, but this one looks like spring.  In the middle of winter in the Midwest, anything that looks like spring will catch your eye.  Strange that it is out in the middle of winter, but Magic Hat has never really been known to do normal stuff.

 

When this lager is poured into the glass, it has a rich and dark amber color to it.  The nose quickly dissipates but smells of roasted malt and something sweet that I can’t put my finger on exactly.  The head leaves a little to be desired.  When poured in the glass, it develops quickly, but is gone within 20 seconds leaving a murky white film on the surface of the beer.  I’ll just leave it at that and say that it is just strange in itself.  This beer starts off smooth and finishes with a hoppiness on the tongue. 

Overall, this is a pretty good beverage.  If I see this again, I’ll be picking up a sixer and I suggest that you do the same.

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Wolaver’s Oatmeal Stout

About three weeks ago, I picked up a sixer of Wolaver’s Oatmeal Stout from Wegmans grocery store in Lakewood, NY.  After standing in the beer department for over 20 minutes, it was time to make a decision, so I grabbed this one and hoped for the best.   With unknown labels, it is always a crap shoot if the stuff in the bottle will be delicious or disturbing.  At least with wine there are a ton of factors you can look to determine if the contents of the bottle will be at least decent.

Anyhow, when I got home my wife noticed that it was bottled in Middlebury, Vermont. I immediately knew that this must be at Otter Creek, which is exactly what the bottle confirmed. I bet that if I dug deep enough in my t-shirt drawer that I could still find my Otter Creek tee from when I visited there many times in college. Otter Creek brewery was the location of my first growler, which is a sight to behold if you haven’t had one yet. A growler is basically a huge jug with a handle on it that they fill up with your brew of choice. I applaud the person who thought of the idea- environmentally friendly before it was cool to do so and economical to boot.

Otter Creek is known for some pretty good beers and I have been a huge fan for many years, as I have already let on about. So, I was confident that what was in the bottle of Oatmeal Stout was going to be good. Then I noticed something strange- a twist off cap. Hmm- what gives with a twist off? If I am going to spend the dough on a beer like this, chances are pretty good I have a bottle opener.

After twisting off the cap, straight off the top you could smell the hints of chocolate. I love it when you find a beer that has a nose which is highly distinguishable. When I inhaled the aromas as I was drinking my first sip straight from the bottle, it shot me back in my memory to Corky & Lenny’s deli where I enjoyed my first chocolate phosphate. It really was a mix of the phosphate and the very unique whey chocolate taste of a YooHoo. I know, beer shouldn’t taste like a YooHoo and this beer doesn’t- it is just the taste memory that flashes through my head when I drink it. So far, a great experience.

When poured in the glass, it is a dark beer with a creamy head. The nose from the glass has more of a coffee tone to it, but it is subtle. The oatmeal stout is more than just chocolate in flavor- it has a nice flavor of roasted oats that seems to linger for a long time. There mouthfeel is pretty good, particularly if you give it a swish in your mouth. It opens the beer up with a very velvety texture.

I left my beer on the counter for a good 30 minutes while I was playing with my son and when I came back to it, the taste opened up greatly to the roasted oats. The coffee tones almost completely overtook the nose. Dependent on which flavor profile you like better, you should determine the temperature you would like to drink this beer at.

Overall, this is a beer that I would get again. The sweetness of the beer would be a great contrast against any salty dish that you are cooking. I would also say that this would be excellent with some salted chocolate caramels.

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The Beer Story

If you love beer, we have something in common which is a good place to start. The reason I say that is typically, beer tends to bring people together when there is moderation. People loosen up a little and sometimes just let things fly, which is a great equalizer in my opinion. For me, there’s a huge difference between the more delicate toast between two wine glasses versus the gusto of a good toast between some stout pint glasses. There is a place and a time for everything, including beer, particularly when it comes to gourmet cooking.

Thinking waaaaaay back, I can remember my first beer at a bar. It was my first summer as a camp counselor at Camp Adanac. This place is really far north from just about anywhere- in Manitoulin Island, Ontario. Freshly sixteen, I thought that I had the world on my fingertip. I was away from home for the summer on a great adventure. A friend of mine, Matt, drove the two of us up to camp in his Suzuki Sidekick, which was an adventure in itself. The two day trip kicked both of our asses, but the ride there was fun with the top down and nothing to do but put on miles away from home.

We arrived about a week before camp started up to help setup. At the end of a brutal first day there where we installed dock sections in the fifty degree water in our bathing suits, it was suggested by one of my counselor friends that we hit the “town” for the night. Nothing sounded better than a warm meal, so I joined in. The next thing I know, we walked about two miles to a small bar which I remember having a blue cast inside and smelled of stale beer. I asked for a menu and the waitress laughed a little and let me know they had wings, pizza and fries. My friends laughed a little to, explaining that we were going to drink our dinner. That night I enjoyed my first Labatt Blue. Then another. Then another. At the end of the third, I was smoking a plastic tipped Swisher Sweet (another first) and telling tall tales. I thought that life couldn’t get any better.

Looking back now, I know I started to drink beer probably before I should have. After that night I never went back during camp due to the fear that my boss would find out and send me home. But when I got home after ten weeks, it was time to get out and enjoy the experience. Enter into my life new friends and fast times which will remain in my head for the time being. All that needs to be said is I would never exchange, repeat or regret those years. All with the exception that I could have been drinking good beer rather than the crap we bought.

There was never an appreciation for beer in the beginning for anything other than the buzz, the liquid courage and subsequent hangover. I would say that it took about five years to realize that there was more to the beer drinking world than Coors Light or Natural Light. When I look back on it now, I just kinda wonder what I was thinking at the time.

I suppose that economics had something to do with it, considering that money was always kinda like water with me- it was in my hands one second and gone the next. When I started to drink beer, there were so many distractions around- mainly girls and cars- which is where most of my money went to. So, whatever was left over was used in the purchase of cheap beer. It took going to college and living across from the “package store” as they called liquor and beer stores in Connecticut to get me to appreciate beer.

This particular package store was unique. First, it had about 100 different micro-brews at a time when they were not popular to carry. Second, they had no qualms selling anything in their store to anybody who had enough money. This was the beginning of a beautiful relationship. It took me about nine months to work through their inventory and I felt the urge to expand my horizons. I soon found that I was visiting many breweries throughout New England and my palate for beer was definitely growing more developed.

After college, I participated in the Winking Lizard Tour of Beers with a roommate of mine. The lure of the Winking Lizard jacket was too great, particularly with drinking beer as the incentive to get it. We finished in a month. I lost the jacket the same night that we got it at another bar. Easy come, easy go.

Since then, I have made it a point to try beers that I don’t know whenever I see them on a menu and it is appropriate to drink beer with the meal. I have found a deep appreciation for nut browns and oatmeal stouts. Typically, the darker the beer the more I like it, with Stovepipe Porter about as dark as I will go. In the last year, I have developed an appreciation for hoppy beers which I never had before. The citrus or green notes I picked up in them just never appealed to me, but with the right food pairing, they can really be delicious.

There are so many types of beer that I believe it is just about impossible for someone to say that they don’t like beer. Chances are, they just haven’t taken the time to find the beer that they like yet. From raspberry beers to low-cal light beers, there’s just about something for everyone. All it takes is a positive attitude and a little time to find a cold beer that is perfect on a warm summer night, a mild fall night, a cold winter night or a damp spring night. There are beers to match up with any meal, from appetizers to dessert. Over the coming months, I’ll shoot out some recommendations with meals that I am having as well as toss up a review or ten about what I am drinking. One thing is for sure- you’ll get the real scoop from The Chubby Cook.

Anyhow, it is time for a beer so this is where I will end. Check back for some beer reviews coming up.

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