Pot Roast – Yes, Really

I KNOW I am going to have poultry as a feast, so I tend to crave things that WON’T be served during that meal. The cravings began yesterday starting with sushi and ending with my desire for making a pot roast. (Moment of Truth – I actually like pot roast better after it has been in the fridge overnight and FOR YEARS I ate no one’s pot roast except Gram’s).

Now For The Roast

I think the most important thing to remember is there are no hard and fast rules when it comes to pot roast except this – sear first, then low and slow! If you just throw the meat in a pan with liquids and don’t take the time to build your flavor ladder all you will get is a boiled meat dinner and who the hell wants to eat that?! Searing the meat is the first step on the ladder; cooking the bite out of the onions adds a second rung of flavor; deglazing the pan with wine adds a third, and so on. Use whatever herbs, seasonings and hard veggies you like. I think basic mirepoix veggies (onions, celery and carrot) are essential, but you may think differently. So here is a basic primer for making a pot roast. You can use any cheap cut of beef to make one. Cheap cuts usually have a lot of connective tissue, which requires long, slow cooking to really make it tender. Cheaper cuts also tend to be fattier, helping to keep them moist during the cooking process. One of the reasons I like pot roast better the next day is because all of the fat rises to the top and you can lift it off because it solidifies.

This is a 7 bone chuck roast, seasoned with Salt & Pepper.

Pour oil into a Dutch oven or other roasting pan (with a lid) over med-high heat, and sear the meat, uncovered. I use a 3-1/2 qt Le Creuset cast iron oval Dutch oven. You will know to flip it when it easily releases from the pan when prodded. Sear it all over so it has a good crust. Remove from pan and set aside.

Reduce heat to medium. Take one good sized onion, sliced, and add to the pan with the oil and the drippings and fond* from the pan. Cook until slightly browned, but not fully caramelized. You will notice the fond lifting up and helping to color the onions – this is good.

Add 3 carrots, 3 ribs of celery and one red bell pepper, cut into large chunks and several cloves of garlic, thinly sliced. You can also add parsnips if you like, but go easy because they have a strong, distinctive flavor. Cook until crisp tender.

Add red wine – a cup or so (see above) – bring to a slow boil and cook until all the alcohol has burned off and the wine is mostly gone. Your veggies should look slightly stewed. If you don’t cook the wine down, all you will taste is wine and the flavors won’t have blended. Your kitchen should smell AWESOME right about now! Using the veggies as a bed, place the meat back into the pan. Add stock (I am using homemade chicken stock, because I have it, but of course beef would be the obvious choice) to partially cover the meat (the juices in the pan should come half way up the height of the meat) and bring to a simmer. Now is the time to add extra seasonings. I used oregano, marjoram, bay leaf, springs of thyme and candy cap mushrooms. Because I am adding the dried ‘shrooms to liquid, I didn’t soak them. All their flavor concentration will go right into the sauce in the pan as they reconstitute. If this was a quick cooking dish, you’d soak the ‘shrooms and use the liquid as a flavor rung in the sauce.

Cover and place in a 300 oven until tender. This will depend not only on the size of your cut of meat, but also on the actual cut. Start checking it at 4 hours.

Sorry you won’t be seeing the finished product, but you all know what a pot roast looks like. I serve mine with herbed polenta – another whole story – but do whatever makes you comfortable, this IS supposed to be comfort food after all!

*fond = the lovely brown bits on the bottom of the pan when you cook meat. ALWAYS keep it unless the recipe says to remove it. It is the basis for fantastic sauces and gravies.

New Traditions

As John and I age and the years pass us by, the holiday family traditions we have had from our youth have gone the way of the Dodo, and we have created our own. It started innocently enough. Pizza on Xmas Eve, Chinese on our Anniversary, dinner out for Xmas day and the Island of Lost Toys Thanksgiving. Amidst all of it Jack has grown and been there for the changes. Well, he is off to college and we are on our own as a couple more often than not. Maybe it’s time for some NEW traditions? Vacationing in the Caribbean for Xmas anyone?

Each year around this time, John goes to a conference and when Jack was living at home it wasn’t boring for me. We’d do stuff together and eat food that John hated (Mac and cheese for example – yes, really). Now it’s just me. And the dogs. And a really big empty house. So I started chores, beginning with the pantry – it’s so nice now – but I enjoy chores about as much as the next girl, so then I got to thinking…dangerous I know…

I LOVE to cook and I really enjoy entertaining and when John is gone I don’t like to cook for just me. I WANT TO COOK for a crowd. I am quite sure you are thinking, “LeAnne, T-giving is right around the corner. You’ll have plenty of people to cook for.” So what? I should only cook for friends on holidays? I call Bullshit! So the idea popped into my head to do a Girls Night IN. This MAY become a new tradition depending on how it all turns out. I invited just a few gals over, more so I could have someone to cook for than any other reason. Of course I love their company, otherwise I wouldn’t spend time with them ever, but if that were the ONLY reason, we could eat at IHOP. No, this is purely selfish. If this turns out to be great fun all the way around, I may do this every time John travels for work!

Whenever I have entertained crowds in the past I always made sure to have at least one vegetarian option, but this time the invitation said:

Come have dinner with me!

I don’t know the menu yet and I won’t know until I shop that morning. I CANNOT promise any of the following:
I cannot promise we will eat on time
I cannot promise it will be vegetarian
I cannot promise it will be gluten free
I cannot promise there will be dessert

I CAN promise there will be cocktails
I CAN promise there will be cheese (I am Sister Flaming Hair Goddess of the Cheese after all)
I CAN promise there will be a green salad
I CAN promise there will be homemade bread

PLEASE RSVP no later than Wed at noon.

NO MEN, NO KIDS, JUST US GIRLS!

I had decided that I would cook what pleased me and joining me for dinner meant a roll of the dice for the guests. I mulled over a few options in my head and finally decided on a soup buffet. It’s easy to prep in advance and has something for everyone. PLUS I’ll be trying out a few things. Of course there will be a green salad – a riff on this one

and a punch to get us in the mood for the holidays, like this one.

The only thing I have decided NOT to do is make a dessert. Want something sweet, have another cocktail!

Needless to say, I hope I have a good turn out and I hope everyone has a good time, the two main worries of every host for every event. I’ll keep you posted!

It’s THAT Time of Year Again…

For some reason or other I always have a hard time sitting still in the fall. I jump from project to project and leave half-finished tasks all over the house. Well, this year I don’t have that luxury. As per usual I am hosting the “Island of Lost Toys” Thanksgiving and immediately following that event will begin the teardown and renovation of our kitchen.

I can only imagine the horrified look on your face right now. Tearing out the kitchen between T-giving and Xmas!? Are you crazy!? Yes and no. T-giving is a MUCH bigger holiday for us than Xmas. We entertain for T-giving, and we don’t for Xmas. I started looking into this project ages ago and worked on design, styles, etc. for months. This has been more than 2 years in the making since the original design work. I am READY. I have been ready for the change, but John and I couldn’t agree on styles, colors and how much to spend. When we moved into this house on Valentine’s Day in 2008, I told John the kitchen needed to be gutted and redone. It has taken almost 6 years for that to happen. I am striking while the iron is HOT!

To get ready for the big change, I will have to empty all of my cabinets…ALL of them and I have a LOT of cabinets and a LOT of stuff jammed into them. I will also have to empty the pantry which is just a glorified overstuffed closet (Moment of Truth – my pantry is like that TV sitcom closet that everything falls out of when you open the door). To prep for that, I am organizing EVERYTHING in the cupboards and drawers. Cleaning out the junk, tossing things hither and yon and generally acting like it is spring with all the cleaning and organizing. I don’t do this in the spring, I am too excited to get out doors. With the colder weather and the work life changes that I am going thru, this is the PERFECT time to attack the big nasty jobs. I probably should have taken a BEFORE picture so you could really appreciate the AFTER, but here are my spice cabinet (well, most of it) and salt collection with all the lovely labeled jars thanks to Ikea and a Brother Label Maker.

This is kind of what the cabinets will look like when completed.

I have decided that if I can have this done before my birthday in January, I can forgo setting up a tree, but that doesn’t mean there will be no gifts! Oh, there will be, but I am sorry to tell all of you there will be NO cookies this year if I get my way. If the kitchen is ripped up, how will I bake? If PART of it is done I will make everyone’s 2 fave cookies and that’s it. No fancy cookie platters (especially after last year).

As I get ready for the winter, I felt myself yearning to do the canning thing again – so I did – I love that “plink” sound when the lids seal!

And I find myself “nesting”; creating a more comfy space for me to live and work in, and I keep bouncing from task to task, project to project. There are three going on right now, none of them near completion. The Hubby is a real sport about it too. What’s the next project? Turning my “office” into a sewing room. There is absolutely no point in me leaving that space as an office when I am changing jobs and find myself working at the kitchen table more often than not. Perhaps a shared space for a while? But of course that means divesting myself of even MORE stuff. Maybe a little Pre Xmas sale of all the cool kitchen gadgets that are sitting up in my office? Or maybe I can just give them away as gifts…

On a more somber note – Chef Charlie Trotter of Chicago died today. A James Beard Award winner and mentor and inspiration to countless chefs and cooks across the country. RIP Chef.

What Makes YOU Such an Expert?

I have never claimed to be an expert on anything. REALLY. Even though my friend’s ex-husband called me a walking encyclopedia and an old boss (at my worst waitressing job ever) called me “Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong”. But in the age of everyone being an expert on something, I have begun to wonder about a few things.

I recently went to someone’s business webpage, knowing they are NOT a Chef, Food Writer, Food Critic or culinary professional of any kind, and it said they were, “…recipe developer, professional taster, photographer…” and on and on. With at least 7 things this person claims to do as a profession, are they saying they are a modern day DaVinci? Assuming that you want to hire an expert or a professional, would you think someone who claims to be SO many things is really good at any of them? I thought it was ludicrous that someone would claim to be a professional expert in ALL of these seemingly incongruous fields in addition to others I didn’t list.

So I got to thinking…I know, dangerous. I have been told that K9 squad dogs can only be trained for one sniffing job. A dog can’t be trained to sniff out drugs AND bombs AND cadavers. A sommelier and a cicerone have to go through extensive training and testing to be listed as experts in their field and claim those titles and I don’t personally know of anyone who is BOTH. They need to be able to identify several styles of wine or beer by taste, sight and smell alone. Doctors and lawyers have to be accredited by an oversight organization in order to practice and be considered professionals, as do many other professions, and while someone may in fact pass both tests, rarely do they practice both at the same time. And let’s talk about the artistic endeavors as well. Just because you have a camera, that doesn’t make you a photographer any more than owning a paint brush makes you a painter.

Most Chefs I know work in recipe and menu development for their chosen venue. They all have culinary backgrounds. In the food industry, there are corporate Chefs who work behind the scenes to create the food you buy off the shelves and in chain restaurants. You don’t think those amazing Ben & Jerry’s flavors magically appear by formula do you? There is a STAFF of people working together in recipe and flavor development. In order to be a “recipe developer” what are the necessary qualifications? Do you have to have a culinary background or is tossing together a few ingredients enough? Does working in the kitchen in ANY capacity, either home or professional, and tweaking a recipe make you a recipe developer? Any Mom who has made the perfect meatloaf worked in recipe development? If so, then I am a recipe developer. Check one for me.

Professional Taster? REALLY? You must be joking. Whoever heard of such a thing? Well, okay, sommeliers and cicerones ARE professional tasters, but see notes above. Professional taster of WHAT exactly? Could I call this person up and say, “Hey, I have a batch of [insert your food choice here] I need you to come and taste it? What is the going rate for that? How do they get paid? Is this a growth industry? If so, where do I sign up? If a Chef is a professional and he tests his recipes on his wife, then all Chefs’ wives are professional tasters as are all of his friends and family who I am sure are guinea pigs at one time or another. I like to eat out and I always tell the truth when I am asked how my food is. Does that make me a professional taster? Does telling a Chef what you honestly think about their food make you a professional taster? Is knowing the difference between herbs and spices the designator? Most everyone I know has taste buds, so is that the only qualifier? If so, then I am a professional taster too. Check two for me.

Do you see where I am going with this? No? Let me explain. Everyone’s tastes are different. Yes, I will admit that some people have a more highly developed sense of taste than others (Moment of Truth – I am in the highly developed category, what’s called a “Supertaster”, I gave up counting at 37 on this test and yes, my tongue is still blue and slightly irritated from the test). Does being a supertaster make me qualified to write this blog, restaurant reviews or a cookbook? Not really. Does it make me qualified to be a food critic? Maybe, but having someone hire me to do that is what would make me a professional, and frankly I would LOVE to get paid for my thoughts and opinions. Who wouldn’t? Do you know what makes a restaurant/food critic a professional in their field? There are several things. They know how to write, and write well! They know food. They know what they like and WHY they like it. They can explain to you what they like in terms that you will understand. Even if you don’t agree with them, you will see their point. For example, I often agree with John Curtas on quality of food, but I don’t always agree with him on anything else, but I do see his point more times than not. They, in essence, ARE professional tasters of a sort.

So the bottom line is this: Whenever anyone gives you a line like, “I am a professional taster”, just look at them and say, “Oh, really? Where did you get your certification?” Or you can use my line, “Bitch, please! I eat food, so am I!”

You’re Out of Your Gourd*

This time of year has the BEST produce displays in the grocery store if you ask me, and no one did by the way. All the gorgeous colors and HUGE vegetables and fruits. It’s the time of the harvest and it is evident in every aspect of the produce department. You also see the ornamental gourds. You know, the bumpy, somewhat ugly and thoroughly entertaining shapes of twisted squash that you can’t eat, but yet show up in the produce department. And yes, I did say squash. In case you didn’t know, pumpkins, squash and cucumbers are all members of the gourd family. As a kid I completely understood this and often wondered why you would put something you can’t eat in the produce section.

Inedible gourds are among the earliest cultivated plants. Their hard shells were used for decoration, water tight vessels to carry or consume food and of course we all know they make great biodegradable baby rattles. Most of us are familiar with edible squash (is the plural of squash, squashes, or is that only a verb?). We all eat pumpkin pie, bread, muffins, but did you know that pumpkin can be used for savory dishes as well. If you like butternut or acorn squash, you will probably like pumpkin. Right now my fevered little brain is concocting pumpkin gnocchi and rosemary in browned butter with pickled cranberries. I mentioned this to Chef Friend Stephen Hopcraft (STK Las Vegas) and he said he was stealing my idea. That’s fine, as long as he calls them “Aunt LeAnne’s Pumpkin Gnocchi”. The issue is that I have been so busy that I haven’t had time to really play with my food. I think that is changing TODAY!

I have been obsessed with gourds lately. I made curried roasted butternut squash soup. I have a lovely spaghetti squash sitting on my counter waiting for me to be inspired (I did see a spaghetti squash Alfredo…and John saw a recipe for it baked, like ziti). And of course the pumpkins for the gnocchi. Truth be told, spaghetti squash is not one of my faves, but I like it better than acorn squash. It wasn’t until recently that I would actually eat butternut squash. You see, growing up in Upstate New York, there were PLENTY of squash to eat because they grow really well in that environment. You have all heard the jokes about the people who planted too many zucchini and couldn’t give it away? Yeah, that was us. The entire damn squash family grew really well on our property and so we had them to eat. All. The. Time. I think Sisters Nancy and Janece STILL won’t eat zucchini, whereas I love it.

I love the fall, it has really special GOOD memories for me of a really crappy childhood, however, it also makes me remember roasted acorn squash. A NOT so good memory of my crappy childhood and I still can’t stand it!

Enjoy the fall, enjoy the gourds and above all, go play with your food. FYI – if you want the recipe for my roasted butternut squash soup, you can find it on my FB page Good for Spooning. Look in the “notes” section. And while you are there be sure to LIKE the page!

*That title, spelled correctly should make all of the spelling and grammar police out there very happy (Including Sister Nancy).

I Love You, I Hate You… No, I Love You

I have a love/hate relationship with autumn. I love the cooler weather. I love the fact that I can now use my oven without turning the house into a sauna. As much as I love Vegas, I hate the fact that I am here and true autumn is elsewhere. I am melancholy and miss the east coast during the cool crisp mornings of October.

This year, I asked my friends back east (and let me clarify, “back east” means the northeast part of the country) to send me pics of the leaves, and while I appreciate it, and the images are lovely, it’s not the same as being there. If you have never lived on the east coast, or visited there in October, the sights are truly awe inspiring. The vistas will literally take your breath away. Does the term “riot of color” have any meaning for you? If so, then you can partially grasp what I am talking about. It has been nearly 20 years since I have seen The Leaves. Growing up in upstate New York, we always had the “leaf peepers” from The City (oh, and BTW there is only ONE city). They were a menace! Stopping in the middle of the street to take pics, getting lost, coming into our family store for directions and not buying so much as a cup of coffee. I never understood the fascination with the changing of the seasons until I didn’t have it. Folks who live in NYC don’t look at the Statue of Liberty the same way the rest of us do. Those living in St. Louis – and I used to – drive by the Arch without so much as a backward glance. (Moment of Truth – when I lived in Spain and went to Segovia to see one of the few remaining functioning ancient aqueducts in the world, I wondered if the locals took it for granted, or if they marveled daily). That’s the way I was about the leaves. Now I crave the visual, but more than that, I crave the smells.

Our property, 20 acres, backed onto an orchard. We used to walk through the woods, cross the stone wall, yes, a real one, and snitch apples from the trees. The orchard owners didn’t care – there were plenty to go around. John and I had been married a couple of years and he always sneered at me because I wouldn’t eat apples from the store. He said I was being foolish, that they tasted fine – remember, he grew up in NYC. The first time I took him to snitch apples and he ate one fresh off the tree, he understood and never gave me shit about it again. All too frequently I go to the grocers and want that fresh picked experience and it just isn’t there. The orchard has a SMELL in the fall, and it isn’t just the apples. There is something alchemical about the breakdown of everything as the trees get ready to “hibernate”. The bark and leaves smell different. Maybe it is the air temp that makes it all smell fresh and amazing, but I doubt it.

Yes, I know Gilcrease Farm is right around the corner from my house. Yes, I go there and pick my own fresh produce, but it just isn’t the same somehow. I am not sure if it is the variety of the apples, the fact that “civilization” has grown up around the farm or what, but it just doesn’t smell the same. Perhaps it is mental. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t have to travel through a canopy of deciduous trees aflame with color to get there. I don’t know. I appreciate them being here in the Valley, but it doesn’t replace or compare to the memories of my youth.

Of course once all the apples were picked, we had to do SOMETHING with them, so apple crisp, cobblers and apple sauce were all made. The house smelled fantastic. It was almost ritualistic. Sister Janece and I often had mini bake offs and I will tell you, her apple crisp is better than mine, any day of the week. She had a gift for baking even as a young person and now she is a VERY accomplished baker. So now, what do I do to make my house smell “fall-ish”? My mind has turned from apples to other things. I braise beef shanks for hours with candy cap mushrooms, I make soup and stew, I bake bread. Is it a new tradition or a way to distance myself from what I know I can’t have? Either way the food is good and smells great…it’s not an orchard or the sweet, musty smell of leaves decaying, but it is my new autumnal smell.

Thanks to Sister Nancy and Friend Jenn for the gorgeous pics you are about to see. The orchard ones are from Nancy. And here is a TIP for you when buying apples: Flip the apple onto its top. If the part of the flower that made up the bottom is tightly closed it is good to buy. If you see a hole there, put it back. It’s probably been in cold storage and will be mealy and flavorless. The pic below is a GOOD example.



Next week? Gourds…?

Things I Have Learned (or been reminded of) Recently

All too often we do things, without thinking, that while seemingly second nature or insignificant to us, have a massive impact on those around us, for good or for bad. I was reminded of that numerous times this week, in one fashion or another. Consider daily routines for a moment. When you are nice to the waitstaff and tip well, it means the world to them, but may be insignificant to you. Saying “please” and “thank you” are second nature, but the bank teller taking care of you may have just had the MOST difficult client. Listening to someone tell the same anecdote for the umpteenth time is just being polite, but it makes the teller feel valued and important. Holding the door open for the mom struggling with the stroller and the toddler is a matter of course, but she really appreciates that 3rd hand.

I have volunteered for our local Feeding America Food Bank, Three Square, for nearly 6 years. Although it is second nature for me to give back to the community I live in, I seldom think about the true impact that my actions have, or the way people view my charity work. For the past year I have acted as the chairperson on a committee to host DISH Las Vegas – the largest fundraiser for Three Square. My actions were called to the forefront before, during and after this event. Let me make it clear that I don’t volunteer to receive accolades or recognition. I volunteer to feel good about myself and to participate as part of the solution to a problem in the city in which I live.

So here is what I learned (or was reminded of) thru this experience:
 If I am passionate about a project, people will want to work on it with me
 I should trust my instincts more
 Mother Nature doesn’t take requests
 I can appear calm, even when I am a nervous wreck
 I can’t please everyone all the time
 Being nice costs me nothing (most times) and pays unforeseen dividends
 Some people work their own agendas under the guise of charity
 Surprising people by going the extra mile is fun!
Don’t feed the trolls
Don’t poke the bears
 I cry more easily when people say nice things about me than when they say mean things
 A pat on the back is just a few vertebrae away from a kick in the pants, but is miles apart in results – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 Food brings people together
 Cash is King – put your money where your mouth is
 Some people will complain no matter what happens to/for them
 I don’t like to be hugged by some people, but I do hug most people (yes, I am a hugger)
 I can’t control everything
 My friends are amazing people and I am lucky to have them
 And lastly this from Christopher Robin:

The event was enjoyed by nearly 1000 people. I don’t remember most of it because it all happened so fast! All of the pics below were taken by Hubby John, or friends. I never touched a camera all night! If you want to see pics of the food, please go here to my friend Al Mancini’s blog. He and his fabulous wife Sue worked on the committee with me, and I am grateful for their help and dedication. Overall it was a success.

Thank you to all of you who showed up, participated, organized or otherwise helped to make this year’s DISH Las Vegas a wonderful event. There is still work to do to solve the hunger problem, but I am up to the challenge. And now, back to our regularly scheduled programming…

The Best Laid Plans…

This weekend I learned that contrary to popular belief, Vegas is NOT a 24 -7 – 365 town!

Sunday Friend Lynn had a landmark birthday – one that ended in a 0 – and we went to downtown to celebrate. I checked websites and either I misread the details, or the sites were wrong, so our plans were foiled! The PLAN was to bowl at Drink & Drag at 4 and then eat and drink on Fremont Street. We arrived and found out that D & D (not Dungeons & Dragons) opened at 6…so we decided to eat first. Considering it was Pride Weekend, I thought they’d be open (Hello? Drag Queens and bowling?), and it never occurred to me that my fave places to eat downtown would be closed on a weekend…I was WRONG-O MaryLou!

Our merry little party went to La Comida and they were closed, then we went to Le Thai, also closed! So we ended up at Hennessey’s (the big pint glass?) and had a meal there before bowling. The cocktails were the highlight, the food nothing special. Well, because of the reversal of order, some of our friends couldn’t stay to bowl for various reasons (work the next day, parental duties, etc…) and so our smaller merry little band went to bowl afterwards. If you haven’t been to Drink & Drag, it is FUN, even early in the evening, but I will warn you – the lanes were STICKY. I am not sure if it was poor maintenance or humidity, but either way it made the games interesting and the birthday girl had the high score for the day!

So my question is this: Is the late opening and complete closures of some businesses on a weekend part of the Zapppos-ification of downtown or are these small Mom & Pop joints actually honoring their employees with a family day? Either is fine, I just wish I had been better prepared! I felt like I failed my best bud on her landmark birthday.

I love the fact that Zappos is taking over a goodish portion of downtown and making old, tired places so much better…mostly. I was thrilled with ALL of the work they were doing, right up until they bought The Bunkhouse and closed it. For those of you who don’t know, The Bunkhouse was one of the oldest continually operating bars in Vegas (opened in 1947 if memory serves) and it remained open and operational on its original site until Zappos bought it. Many of the people in my friend group have such great memories of that place. Friend Lillian’s dad used to go there in his heyday, and according to legend was 86ed from there as well. Two men I know proposed to their wives there between sets when the Yeller Bellies were playing. The Bunkhouse was a downtown institution. So, what happens to it now? Will it be cleaned up, Zappos-ified and reopened? Apparently it is under renovation. Will it face some terrible fate, like being turned into a yuppified version of itself? I wish I knew. I just know that it won’t be the same.

I am so glad such an eclectic group came and helped Lynn end her decade. Of course, as we are wont to do, there will be more celebratory events throughout Lynn-tember, including Back of the House Brawl this Saturday and concluding with a party at the end of the month (if we can get our shit together). Party on Wayne! Party on Garth! Here is a little nonsense to enjoy:

Long Weekends Mess with My Head

Yeah, so we had a long weekend to celebrate the end of summer. Frankly, I THOUGHT I was ready for summer to end, but clearly I wasn’t, because I was STILL too busy having a great time to remember I was supposed to post a blog. I could say that I was going to a kick ass fundraiser for my Food Bank – Three Square – and I wanted to be sure to be able to write about it, but that would just be incidental. I did go to a fab event last night, but it was still Tuesday and I still should have written.

This will be MOSTLY a photo blog about the food I ate during Restaurant Week, and the fun I had over Labor Day weekend, in reverse order. But first about the fundraiser:

Three of our local food writers have a fun book out called “Eating Las Vegas – the 50 Essential Restaurants”. They have picked on Chefs and restos here in town, in their book, in their columns and sometimes in person. This time it was the Chefs opportunity to fire back at them. It was all in good fun and the Chefs, not always known for being good public speakers, did a great job. Our panel of roastees were all good sports. Thanks to Al Mancini, John Curtas and Max Jacobson for being willing to sit thru the commentary. And thanks to Dave and Mahoney of X 107.5 for being our fantastic Roast Masters. All proceeds from the event went to Three Square as a kick off to Hunger Action Month. I hope they make it a regular event!

Then Monday there was the All White Party at STK. Yes that is very cool performance art of black electrical tape on nude women. For more pics go to Spy-On Vegas

Sunday I stayed home
Saturday was National Bacon Day and Brian Howard did us all proud. This menu was fabulous!

And Restaurant Week

This week will be MORE more sedate…just about boring in fact.