In keeping with my current winter recipe kick (I mean…it is winter, after all) here’s the latest one-pot wonder to keep you warm and satisfied, without expanding your waistline. Italian Wedding Soup. Now, this is one of those recipes that you can tweak about a hundred different ways. Some call for chicken meatballs, some for pork and beef. Some pre-cook said meatballs and some poach them in the broth itself. Some don’t have carrots and some do. Some say you should finish it with parmesan and some have you whisk raw eggs into the hot broth. No matter which way you simmer it, in order for the soup to be considered of the “Italian Wedding” variety, it needs to have meatballs, spinach, and small pasta in a chicken broth. So, here’s my take on it. Just so you know, this recipe yields a whole lot o’ soup and it’s absolutely delicious. Continue reading
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In Search of Craft Beer: Vegas Edition
(Full Disclosure: This was supposed to be posted on Monday. Vegas has a way of making you forget to do stuff.)
Sunday in Vegas. My wife has a shoot with Butch Harmon for Winn Grips on Monday out at Rio Secco, so I’m tagging along. Since we have the day to ourselves, and it’s football season, the plan is simple. Find a the best place to watch the games with the best beer selection. My wife doesn’t like beer, but as long as there’s a full bar, she’s completely content. Shouldn’t be overly difficult to find a match here in Vegas.
Big problem. The Las Vegas Rock n Roll Marathon is today. We’re staying at the Green Valley Ranch in Henderson, so this means there is absolutely no way we’re getting anywhere near the strip. Ok. Don’t panic. Time to improvise.
Sidebar: Watching football out west is just plain weird. Kickoff is at 10am, so if you’re not careful, you’re acting stupid before lunch. Continue reading