08 June 2007

Ugh...

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My cousin H-Bomb and I went out last night and got plowed on syrupy girl drinks and Cuervo shots. Still too much poison in my bloodstream for me to think straight. We're going out tonight to do it again. I'm too old to drink like she does. I can't afford the lost brain cells. I'll be mentally retarded after this girl is through with me.

What a night, though. Finally met H-Bomb's friend Heather, who is easily one of the ten sexiest women I have ever met in my life. Seriously, my dick woke me up this morning to talk about her, and even after our long, heartfelt man-to-hand discussion, we're both still obsessed. Before the night was through I'd seen her panties at least three times, felt her tits and ass so many times I can't remember, played with her gorgeous nipples, and had a blast hanging out with her boyfriend, who made me promise I'd party with them again after we did a double shot of some god awful scotch that burned so bad on the way down I thought maybe I'd accidentally swallowed a lit caution flare. It was that kind of night. God knows what's in store for this evening. I'll try to have a new article for you on Monday if I'm still alive.

See you on the other side, Ray.

05 June 2007

Hungarian Sausage Loaf

The recipe sounds really good, but it confuses me. Scroll down and read it again; its either unfinished or very poorly edited. Step 2 is the problem; do you combine the mushrooms, eggs and breadcrumbs together and use it as a crust for the sausage loaf, or do you combine all that stuff with the sausage and then form the whole mess into a loaf? MARY MOTHER OF GOD, SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!

In order to untangle this culinary mess I turned to our Hungarian Cuisine Correspondent, Szélső Fa. Her advice was this:

"As a practicing chef-at-home, housewife and mother of two I have the right to claim that you combine the things to cover the sausage - to make a crust, as you suggested over the sausage.

On the other hand, forming the whole bunch of ingredients into ONE SINGLE loaf does fit Hungarian gastronomy as well."

Do you see why she's my very favorite Hungarian of all time? She's so slippery. I love the way she claims confidently that the breadcrumbs are most definitely there to form a crust, but then she totally takes it all back with her next sentence, leaving me exactly where I was to begin with. This lady is slick; she should have been an ambassador. So still we don't know for sure how this is put together. There was no other choice. I had to know.

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Unless you plan on making your own sausage, this recipe is very inexpensive and simple, and would be great to work on with kids who are of the helping age. The most labor intensive part of the job was dicing the mushrooms, which didn't really take that long considering I was doing it left handed with the wrong kind of knife on a paper plate on an over-crowded counter top while trying to take pictures with the other hand. I'm not a professional, folks.

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Once I got the 'shrooms ready, I cooked 'em. I'd never bought fresh mushrooms before, let alone diced and sautéed them. Holy shit, these things smelled so good! I almost didn't have Hungarian Sausage Loaf because I was very sincerely tempted to just sauté a bunch of mushrooms for dinner. I knew when I was cooking these I was going to like the final product, just because they smelled so fantastic.

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I have to report that Szélső Fa was wrong... and right. I told you, she's crafty. The point is, there are WAY too many bread crumbs to form a crust. It just wouldn't work, no matter how hard I tried. It was gonna have to be a loaf, and even then putting this many breadcrumbs into this amount of meat took a lot of kneading. A LOT. There were several times I was certain that there was no way it was all going to come together, but determination, true grit, and my manly piledrivin' fists of steel eventually pummeled the mass into a cohesive whole which I was able to shape into a loaf. I don't have pics of any of this because my hands were covered with smooshed up pork and raw eggs, and I thought it best not to touch my camera.

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Ain't that purty? One teaspoon of paprika doesn't sound like a lot, but for a loaf this size its a ton. I thought about leaving some out, but I decided I follow the recipe to the letter and see how it turned out. Turns out its not too much after all; baking it really mellows the paprika and gives it a sort of smoky flavor, which was very nice.

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If this were a kosher recipe, this would be the place where I would make an ill-advised Holocaust joke in poor taste. Guess I'll have to save it for my Hanukkah article.

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You'll notice that I don't have any pictures of the final cooked loaf. That's because by the time it was done baking it smelled so good and I was so hungry that I looked at the loaf, thought about this article, and said "Fuck it" out loud to the empty kitchen. Hungarian Sausage Loaf is damn tasty, folks. The next time I make it I will experiment by upping the mushroom content to 1½ cups sautéed in 3 tablespoons of butter along with a quarter cup of finely diced onions and a half teaspoon of cracked black pepper, but really the recipe is just fine as is.

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Hungarian Sausage Loaf is dense. I don't know who Cutco was planning on feeding back in 1961, but this makes WAY more than four servings. Since pork sausage is mainly considered a breakfast food here in the States, and since I had plenty left over, I decided to make a breakfast out of it the next morning. I fried two eggs, a hash brown patty, and used the rest of the mushrooms to cover the slice of nuked loaf. Serve with a tall glass of OJ and a pat of salted butter melted over the loaf. Phenomenal.

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I also made a second loaf, only instead of pork sausage I used goetta. For you poor, poor pitiful people who don't know what goetta is, its a very mild German sausage made with pork, beef, oats, sunshine, baby smiles, the laughter of children, and the love and blessings of all the holiest of holy people whom have ever lived, all mashed up in a solid gold meat grinder, and packaged by the highest choir of angels, who seal each and every roll with a divine kiss. It is quite simply the best meat product ever made by human beings, and it is very popular here in the greater Cincinnati area. I thought, being the food of whatever god or gods you might believe in, it would be almost guaranteed to bring the loaf to new heights, but no. The flavor of the goetta is too delicate, and it gets lost in the flavor of the breadcrumbs and buttered mushrooms. You're better off sticking with the stronger flavor of pork sausage. Its good eats.

10 May 2007

20th CENTURY WIENERS

Although decidedly non-ninja, check out this amazingly wonderful piece of 60s weirdness. The night before Easter a lot of my family ended up at my aunt and uncle's house in Indiana. My aunt makes a legendary goulash which, in my 31 years on this planet and despite my endlessly hearing about how amazing it is, I have somehow never got to try. I sense a conspiracy. Anyway, she chose the night before Easter to reveal her big secret to us: the goulash recipe in question was not handed down from her Germano- Austrio-Slavic ancestors as we had all assumed, but rather came from a cookbook she had conned from a traveling kitchen knife salesman in the early 60s.

In retrospect, the truth is actually a much cooler story than the handed-down thing. Apparently this guy had been told that my aunt and uncle were newlyweds, and he waited for my uncle to be gone from the house before making his move on what I can only presume he thought would be a financially inexperienced new housewife. But like I said, my aunt has Germano-Austrio-Slavic ancestry. That's gypsy blood, people. You can't con a gypsy. That's like trying to outrun a Kenyan, or out-long-divide a Japanese guy, or out-sexist a 1960s traveling kitchen knife salesman, or out-bigot an overweight pretend ninja web author from Kentucky. It just can't be done.

The gypsies are a savvy people, and in an instant my aunt was onto him like a shark smelling chum in the water. That poor, dumb bastard never stood a chance. He promised all sorts of fantastic deals and confusingly worded installment plans, and my aunt just nodded and acted more and more interested until, convinced she was hooked, he started offering free stuff just for "thinking it over." BAM! She had him. He left her with a few free things, not the least of which was the 1961 Cutco Cook Book: Meat and Poultry Cookery, Volume One by Margaret Mitchell. Of course, when he returned the next day, she was strangely uninterested in the knives, but she thanked him kindly for all the free gifts, and from that day forth my uncle has enjoyed the benefits of marrying a clever woman in the form of endless meals of heavenly goulash. Or so I've heard. I've never actually been allowed to eat any. Did I mention this? Not that I'm bitter.

Anyway, my aunt pointed out that she had never had any interest in making anything from this cook book other than the goulash, which is evidenced by the fact that the goulash pages are well worn and ingredient splattered from years of use, while all the other pages are pristine. I reasoned that if something as good as the goulash came from this book, then it might contain other treasures as well, and was therefore definitely worth investigating. It didn't take long to find what I was looking for. It was like being down in The Well Of Souls with Sallah and opening the ancient Egyptian crypt that housed... 20th Century Wieners.

I shit you not, I thought I was going to piss myself when I saw this. 20th Century Wieners. How in the hell did they think that name up? After I laughed myself into a frenzy, I passed it around and let the fam get a kick out of it. That night I stopped by and picked up the ingredients, and come Easter we dined on 20th Century Wieners. They're okay, I guess, but I don't like tomatoes that much. Everyone else seemed to love them, 'cause they were gone in no time. So here's the recipe for all the world to enjoy. Bon appétit!

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Sorry about the lack of content...

Thanks for your patience, guys. This little ninja's been busy. TOO busy. But I promise there will be a very ninja update on Friday evening at the latest. My workload should have greatly decreased by then. Ninja pinkie swear!

30 April 2007

Happy Weekend!

AskANinja.com and MythBusters, two of my very favorite things in the world, have joined in an unholy coupling, spawning this video! Is it the greatest thing in the world? No, not really. So much potential, and yet the whole time it feels like its building toward something great that just never materializes. You can tell the MythBusters aren't really into it. But my boy The Ninja brought his A-game. 'Cause he's a ninja, see. And that's how we roll.

04 April 2007

You Too Can Be A T-Shirt Ninja

Click the pic to get a full sized view of the do-it-yourself ninja goodness. Then click the logo below and go to NinjaBurger.com. Place an order as thanks to them for hosting the t-shirt ninja instructions. Maybe then they will let you live. Maybe.

30 March 2007

Sick Chris & The Plastic Magnet Ninja Warriors

That'd be a great name for a band, wouldn't it?

I've been out of commission for the last few days. I've been trying to get over a nagging chest cold fire-damaged lung caused by breathing the spores of the mystical white phosphor lotus I got while playing with my cousin's baby battling a rabid Yeti sorcerer to the death in the Himalayas.

16 March 2007

Chris reveals a ninja secret!

I don't do this often, but its a holiday weekend, so just click the pic and I'll show you an ancient ninja technique that will allow even the most novice combatant to rip a guy's nuts off. Happy St. Patrick's Day to ye!