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Turkey – A Vehicle for Bacon

Friday, November 25th, 2005

There’s a reason people only eat Turkey once a year, although, given modern culinary options I’m not even sure why it’s that frequent. One of the many problems with cooking a 20lb bird is that all their not-so-noodly-appendages have different cooking times. Cook the thighs and you’ve got bone dry breasts, cook the breasts just so and you’ve got bloody legs, etc… it’s a B grade horror movie that only Harold McGee could find entertaining. There are a number of solutions to this, the one we use is great. Not only does it involve using paper towels to maneuver a 20lb, 400 degree object numerous times during cooking, but it includes bacon!

We’re currently at the end of the earth in lovely Tofino, Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada (don’t worry, they’ve taken up our Friday shopping extravaganza and put all 10 shops in town on a 40%-off sale for Friday only). We’ve adapted this recipe for the bacontarian on holiday in a hostile foreign land, like Canada.

Turkey Surfing Step one of our starting point recipe calls for brining the beast. Now, you need a bloody big pot to brine a 20lb creature, no matter how plucked they are. But, we respect brining, mandatory soaking in salt is always a good sign that the product your cooking leaves just about everything to be desired. Since we didn’t have room for a 10 gallon stock pot (yah, we’ve got one of those) in our fuel efficient VW Golf we decided to take an alternate path… we are, of course, steps from the Pacific Ocean. And, matey, there’s rumored to be salt in them thar waters. Avast… keel haul the creature! (more on this silliness here and here).

Step two – if keel hauling in the Pacific Ocean, wash sand out.

Step three – cook the bird breast side down for 30 minutes at 400 degrees.  Yawn…

Step four… decision time (and it’s not a hard one). First, using paper towels, flip the bird breast side up. Wasn’t that fun? How badly did you burn yourself? Paper towels absord and that things spurting juices… who thought this up.  Want to do that 3 more times? Hell no! Abandon thee recipe! Beyond here thar be dragons.

The breast is going to dry out if we cook the thighs through…. what to do? Cover the fowl in Bacon, like so…

Turkey Bacon Start
mmmm… bacon

Cook until bacon is done (who cares about the stupid bird). It should look something like this…

Turkey Bacon Done

Kat BaconPut the non-flying creature back in the oven and cook it some more (to crisp up the skin, the only worthy part of this whole creature) while fending off friends and family who will attempt to eat all the bacon you’ve spent half the day cooking.

Chop up remaining bacon and put it in the mashers (make sure there is plenty of creme and butter in those thar mashers) … yum. Serve turkey as an after thought or a side dish.

We hope you’ve enjoyed our method of cooking bacon.

Travelling in the name of bacon….

Tuesday, October 4th, 2005

Kastrup airport, wednesday 14th of september 2005. I’m on the first leg of what will be a 2½ week trip to South Africa and London, when I casually stroll into the danish specialty food store at the airport. I see 1 kg of stripped bacon rashers in a single pack, and wonder whether this is an omen to indicate the bacontarianess of this trip. (more…)

Challenge: Airline Meals – Bacontarian

Wednesday, August 24th, 2005

I’ll be teaching at a Wireless Workshop in South Africa next month, and am just getting my travel arrangements in order. I was e-mailing with the person in charge of booking my ticket, and one of the questions she asked (along with my passport number and full name) was whether I had any special dietary needs.

My obvious answer was that I was a Bacontarian, and would only eat meals that include Bacon, or in very rare circumstances pancetta or other forms of Pork. We quickly agreed that most airlines probably don’t recognize Bacontarianism as a proper special meal category, which of course can only be construed as a challenge.

After all, there are an almost ludicrous amount of special diet categories on most international flights, just get an idea, AirlineMeals.net lists the following: muslim, kosher, hindu, gluten free, lactose free, Low-cholesterol, vegan, seafood, diabetes, fruit meal, low-calorie, low-fat, oriental vegetarian, asian vegetarian, indian vegetarian and vegetarian…

and it has the pictures to prove it.

This is my challenge: For the Bacontarian community to unite, and set forth to spread the good bacontarian diet to airlines around the world. I hereby pledge 500g of prime, organic, danish bacon to whoever is first to get a Bacontarian special meal delivered by an airline.

Let’s do this.

Comments on strategies for achieving this noble and necessary goal are welcome in the comments section.

Museo de Jamón

Tuesday, March 8th, 2005

Greetings from Madrid, the city of ham.

I’m in Spain for less than three days, as long as I stay in any place these days, but a breakneck speed at which to travel across oceans and navigate new cities in unfamiliar languages.

As consolation for my jetlag, there is ham. Lots of ham.

Walking around the city with colleagues Rebecca and David today, we stumbled on the “Museo de Jamón”, just west of the Puerta del Sol. As it is not everyday that I encounter a museum dedicated to the wonders of pork, I insisted that we stop and shoot a few pictures.

The entrance to the Museo.

Some of the exhibits of the Museo.

The Museo featured walls covered with beautifully salted and dried hams, available for anything from 7 euro to 65 euro per kilo, depending on quality, an amazingly well-stocked meat counter, and an entire ham-focused tapas bar. As David is a misguided vegetarian, we did not stop for lunch, but I plan to stop for a bacon nightcap later this week.

As we walked around town, three things became clear: - There was more than one store in the Museo de Jamón chain - The residents of Madrid really like pork - They like it so much that there’s a spanish word for a ham shop: Jamoneria.

Stopping at the “Palacio de Jamón”, having ditched my healthy companions (a veggie and a runner…), I picked up three “chiquitos de jamón”, miniature ham sandwiches. At seventy euro cents each, they’re a delicious Madrid bargain.

The ham is heavily salted, crispy but pliant, with a lovely translucence that must come from salting, the absence of cooking, and thin slicing. There’s a distinctly “piggy” taste to the meat I’m not used to either from American ham or from Italian hams. It’s wonderfully devoid of the sweetness and softness that makes American ham so boring.

Can’t wait to see what sorts of pork Madrid offers me for breakfast.

Ham Sandwich

Sunday, March 6th, 2005

Praised by Arun, enjoyed by Arun, Steve and myself. Product of “Il Buffet da Pepi“. It’s not bacon, but it was tasty, and without a doubt the finest Trieste has to offer.

Ham Sandwich from Pepi\'s in Trieste

Bacon and guacamole – spiritual kin?

Thursday, March 3rd, 2005

I spent much of last week on the West Coast of the United States, a strange and foreign place that I enjoy visiting, but which still instills a certain amount of culture shock. Specifically, I have yet to understand the phenomenon of “California Cuisine”. As far as I can tell, California Cuisine involves cooking otherwise unremarkable food and burying it under slices of fresh avocado. (Evidently, avocados grow in California with the wild abandon that kudzu spreads through the American Deep South. Local chefs prevent themselves from being crushed by avocados by incorporating the fruit into every possible dish.)

The frequent presence of avocado on California menus led me to meditate on the deep parallels between bacon and guacamole. Much of this meditation occurred while eating a Quizno’s Turkey, Bacon and Guacamole sub, an inspired creation which elevates the dullest of meats to the honored status of blank canvas, an empty stage on which the tastes of bacon and guacamole dance a pas de deux.

Like bacon, guacamole is deployed to turn the ordinary dish into something extraordinary. The hamburger, accented with bacon and guacamole, turns from simple sandwich into ecstatic experience. Both have the reputation of being “sinful”, perhaps due to high fat content, perhaps because America’s puritanical culture is predisposed to turning the pleasurable into the forbidden.

As bacon is apotheosis of pig, guacamole is the pinnacle of avocado. As avocados ripen on the trees that surround every California town, they dream of being squashed with salt and fresh lime juice into a smooth, savory paste. While I’m incapable of twisting my mind into the contorted mind of a vegetarian, guacamole is one of the few foods I can imagine those crippled souls lusting for in the same way I lust for bacon. When the world looks like an ugly and dark place, I am cheered by the notion that vegans – and even raw foodists – can enjoy guacamole.

With this in mind, I offer a – potentially heretical – theological assertion: “Guacamole is the vegetarian’s bacon”. While admittedly devoid of the presence of the LARD, guacamole is far worthier of this analogic distinction than pathetic poseurs like “turkey b*con” or the various soy-based, pork-bereft fakes that act as false prophets to misled veggies.

With that as precursor, I offer the following recipe:

Ethan’s Blue State Cheeseburgers

for the guacamole:
2 ripe avocados
2 large limes
salt
pico de gallo (or medium-hot salsa)
one chipotle (smoked jalapeño) chili pepper
(Keeping with the blue state theme, chipotles and pico should be obtained from California, or New Mexico)

for the burgers:
0.5 kilo ground beef
six strips thick-cut bacon
small onion
2 garlic cloves
200 grams sharp cheddar cheese (Cabot, from Vermont, is available in the US in slice form and works very well)
2 soft white rolls

Place the chipotle pepper on an iron skillet and slowly heat it. As the pepper warms, it will swell and soften. Once the pepper is is pliable, remove it from heat and CAREFULLY remove seeds and stem, and finely dice the pepper. (If you burn the pepper, you’ll make your kitchen uninhabitable for at least an hour, due to the natural pepper gas you create. If you’re stupid enough to touch a mucus membrane or, god forbid, an eye after handling the pepper, well, you’ll be very unhappy.)

Peel and halve the avocados, remove the pits and place the flesh in a stoneware, not metal, bowl. Add chipotle flakes, the juice of two limes, a pinch of sea salt, and a teaspoon or two of pico or salsa. Use a wooden spoon to mash the mixture into a thick, chunky paste. (Metal will encourage the avocado to oxidize, turning it black.) Set aside.

Fry the bacon in the skillet. As it cooks, finely chop a small onion and two cloves of carlic. When the bacon is done, cook the onion and garlic in bacon fat until they brown. Mix them with the ground beef and form it into two patties. Place the patties in the bacon greased skillet.

While the burgers cook, slice the rolls and toast them. When burgers are done on one side, turn them over and place thick slices of cheddar on top of them, letting the cheese melt as the bottom of the burgers cook. Once burgers are done, smear a thick layer of guacamole on each half of the bun. Place three strips of bacon on each burger and burger on bun.

Serves two blissful supplicants.

Desperation… lack of bacon!

Tuesday, March 1st, 2005

I am in Italy for a fortnight, teaching and hanging out with my fellow wireless geeks, at the International Center for Theoretical Physics, in Miramare, just west of Trieste.

We’re kind of penned up in the local guest-house, where our Lab is in the basement, and my room on the 6th floor. Given that the local dining options are the guest-house cantina, and the swanky, but expensive fish-restaurant across the road, I haven’t had a slice of bacon since leaving Copenhagen about a week ago. This weekend, I have had pizza with prosciutto a couple of times, but that’s as much pork as I’ve managed to find here, so I get my daily fix, by reading my fellow bloggers posts on bacontarian, and by reminding myself how fortunate I am to live in a country where it would be inconceivable to be in a location with no pork, and vegetarianism is looked upon as a different kind of pickiness.

I’m not sure what to do about this immediate lack of bacon. My gracious hosts have assured me that Trieste is in one of the pork-friendliest parts of Italy, and if we can just sneek out of here one evening, there is a pork-only restaurant in town. This has gotten my mouth watering, and my belly crying out for a more humane treatment than pasta con pomodori and the occasional piece of fish.

I am so looking forward to this promised meal one evening in the coming week, that I can hardly concentrate on my work here ath the Lab. All I can do to comensate for my lack of bacon-related experiences is to post a few links to other websites, and to leave it to my co-bacontairans and the ARD himself to supply us with further bacon stories until my return to the land of milk and bacon next week. I’ll be back. In the meantime, look here and here.

Pork Producers of the World Unite! You have nothing to lose but your bacon!

Tuesday, February 22nd, 2005

Central Europe, as you all should know, is a hotbed of bacony activity. From bacon-clad Hungarian desserts to the crispy Polish lard cubes eaten as snacks, my adopted region is sizzling with pork.

However, today our mouthwatering Valhalla is under threat: the EU has not given Hungary’s pig famers the subsidies they deserve to keep porky production high. Currently, tractors are surrounding Budapest’s Parliament building, just down the street from me, and pig farmers are demanding their rights. This from our local crappy paper:

“Hanó said that farmers plan to personally hand over a petition to agriculture minister Imre Németh, demanding immediate action to remedy current burning issues including the promised hand-out of long-overdue European Union subsidies…

Antal Sákán, spokesman for the pig farmers association, said that should the government not react to the petition they would form a blockade along the M0 ring road around Budapest and seek other means for legally practicing civil disobedience. “

Do not turn your backs on them, bacontarians! Your very dinner is at stake.

Bacon a la Return Home from India

Sunday, February 20th, 2005

Serves 2 (or more)

First, separate your body from the bed of the Mumbai Hyatt at 2:30am. This is difficult, as the beds at the Mumbai Hyatt are very, very comfortable.

Proceed to the airport. Put your six ridiculously heavy bags through the xray machines, then proceed to the check-in counter. When the friendly Northwest personnel inform you that one of your bags is too heavy to check, repack all of your suitcases right there in the terminal. Berate yourself for stuffing various weighty old pieces of computer equipment and new pieces of cookware (etc) all together in one big duffle. Thank your travelling companions for resisting the temptation to beat you senseless with their two allowed carry-ons. Don’t forget to put all of your suitcases back through the xray machines.

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