Eat Burgers And Die?

There's been a lot of ink spilled in recent years over the potential dangers inherent in our food supply chain. Still, the piece by Michael Moss this past Saturday in The New York Times could scare just about anyone into a lifetime of hamburger abstinence. You can, and should, check out the entire article, but here is a lengthy series of highlights, including the entire opening:

Stephanie Smith was in a coma for nine weeks after being infected with E. coli.

Then her diarrhea turned bloody. Her kidneys shut down. Seizures knocked her unconscious. The convulsions grew so relentless that doctors had to put her in a coma for nine weeks. When she emerged, she could no longer walk. The affliction had ravaged her nervous system and left her paralyzed.

Ms. Smith, 22, was found to have a severe form of food-borne illness caused by E. coli, which Minnesota officials traced to the hamburger that her mother had grilled for their Sunday dinner in early fall 2007.

"I ask myself every day, 'Why me?' and 'Why from a hamburger?' "Ms. Smith said. In the simplest terms, she ran out of luck in a food-safety game of chance whose rules and risks are not widely known.

Meat companies and grocers have been barred from selling ground beef tainted by the virulent strain of E. coli known as O157:H7 since 1994, after an outbreak at Jack in the Box restaurants left four children dead. Yet tens of thousands of people are still sickened annually by this pathogen, federal health officials estimate, with hamburger being the biggest culprit. Ground beef has been blamed for 16 outbreaks in the last three years alone, including the one that left Ms. Smith paralyzed from the waist down. This summer, contamination led to the recall of beef from nearly 3,000 grocers in 41 states.

Ms. Smith's reaction to the virulent strain of E. coli was extreme, but tracing the story of her burger, through interviews and government and corporate records obtained by The New York Times, shows why eating ground beef is still a gamble. Neither the system meant to make the meat safe, nor the meat itself, is what consumers have been led to believe.

The Ice in Your Salsa at Lime Fresh Mexican Grill in Midtown Miami: What Gives?

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Few things are more depressing to us than diluted condiments. So imagine the head-scratching when on a recent visit to Lime Fresh Mexican Grill in midtown Miami, rogue ice chunks are found inside the containers in its chilled salsa bar.

Why on Earth water down these zingy batches of house-made condiment fun?  And with the same cubes on the ice bed in which they rest?  Convinced it is a mistake, the misfires of a well-intentioned refilling trip, we immediately approach the manager on-site for some answers.

"We place them inside on purpose to keep the product to temperature, required by law to be 40 degrees," he responds. "They're the same cubes on the bed, but fresh from the machine in the back."

Incredulous, we later call the only local corporate-owned store, on South Beach, and speak to Director of Operations Roy Parker for some clarification.

"Thanks for letting me know," says Parker. "We ice down the outside of the salsa containers to maintain the appropriate temperature. It's not a brand policy to place ice inside salsa containers, as yes, that would water them down. I'll be making a phone call to the midtown store immediately after this one."

You're welcome Mr. Parker.  And thank YOU for putting a stop to the insanity.

Lime Fresh Mexican Grill

Midtown Miami
The Shops at Midtown Miami
3201 N. Miami Ave., Suite 100
Miami, FL 33127
305-576-5463  Fax:305-576-5499
Mon-Sun 11 a.m. - 10 p.m.

South Miami Beach
1439 Alton Rd.
Miami Beach, FL, 33139
305-532-LIME (5463)  Fax: 305-532-5676
Mon-Sun: 11 a.m.-10 p.m.

North Miami Beach
14831 Biscayne Blvd.
North Miami Beach, FL 33181
305-949-8800  Fax: 305-949-8804
Mon-Sun 11 a.m.-10 p.m.

Lime Fresh Mexican Grill is franchising locations. For more information, please e-mail: franchise@limefreshmexicangrill.com

BBQ and Food Safety Guidelines From The USDA

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Leave it to the nofunsters at the FDA to take a beautiful concept like BBQ, the most perfect cooking method in in the history of civilization, and ruin it with their salmonella this, and cleanliness that.

What they think is so hard about doing it right, I just don't know. My method is grab a chicken leg, dip it in Everclear, light er up, blow, repeat, slather with ketchup, enjoy.

But you amateurs out there who need the government tellin you how to do everything (communists) might just wanna check out the FDA's Barbecue and Food Safety Guide. It's full of tips that only a dumbass like YOU could ever appreciate.

I went ahead and cribbed it in full from the Food Safety And Inspection Service website for your reading pleasure. Copyright? It falls under the web definition of the freedom of information act: if you can get it without paying for it then you're free to do whatever you want with the information. Full guide follows here.....

No Worries: That lead-filled tap water is perfectly safe

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He's lucky he doesn't live in D.C.
Just catching up on my reading here, and boy is it depressing. An April 10 expose in Salon has embroiled the CDC in a cover-up scandal about lead-tainted water in Washington D.C. Our august Center for Disease Control published studies in 2004 that reassured worried parents and health officials about lead levels in local water; only problem was, they left out about half the data. Whether the omission was deliberate or not is still an open question. Kids were suffering slurred speech and problems with motor skills that now appear to be a direct result of drinking DC tap water that had super high levels of lead. Meanwhile city councils around the country have jumped on the anti-bottled-water bandwagon, banning bottled H20 for city employees and crowing about how pure city tap water is.

I dunno about you, but this CDC fiasco has me wondering about water again. Maybe we should all be carrying around our own "Life Straw" so we can feel fine about sucking down the tap water hoity restaurants are so big on serving us these days. Check this out.

Bad News All Over Department

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the precocious acquisition of joy
Food related bad news is everywhere this morning, beginning with this story: Money doesn't buy happiness, as we know. But evidently fast food does. Researches at the University of Arkansas teamed up with the University of Taiwan to extrapolate from a long term study of Taiwanese children, a quarter of whom are now clinically obese. The results, published in the Journal of Happiness Studies,  found that the kids whose parents regularly let them eat fast food -- cokes, pizza, and burgers -- were significantly happier than the kids who weren't allowed to eat junk. They were also fatter, but hey, there's something behind the old saw, "Fat and Happy."

This study raised a bunch of questions in my mind, but it also didn't surprise me much. We all know by now that eating fat and sugar stimulates the brain's pleasure centers. It's not like fat Taiwanese kids are the only people on the planet who like candy and french fries. We're born with a taste for sugar because we're genetically engineered to go for the most calorie dense foods; it's a survival strategy. The study concludes that any intervention to thwart childhood obesity is going to have to include other, non-food-related, ways to generate the same kinds of thrills as eating a Big Mac. And that made me kind of sad. You wonder how limited these kids lives must be if KFC is the big highlight of their existence.

And, just as dispiriting:
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who knows what evil lurks in the cluttered cupboard?
A recent survey has found that Americans are extremely intelligent when it comes to hearing about food recalls and passing on the info to their friends and family. But when it comes to actually going through their fridge and cupboards to toss those poisoned pistachios or toxic fish fingers -- we're dumb as a box of hammers. Most of us evidently believe that food poisoning happens to other people: we don't buy those Clif Bars and pints of peanut butter ice cream. Surely our free-range, farm-raised piglet meat couldn't possibly be harboring trichinosis. I'm not pointing any fingers, I'm guilty as charged. I'd need to hire a steam shovel to go through my cupboards anyway: there's stuff in there that hasn't seen the light of day for a decade, and I aim to keep it that way. 

Post-Easter Regression: The Triple-Pork Sandwich. With Peeps.

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Peeps' Last Meal
My friend Peggy Jean was in town over the Easter holidays. Peggy Jean is a real Southern cook, which means that just about everything she makes calls for many pounds of butter, cartons of heavy whipping cream, half and half, bacon fat, salt, and variations on the theme of sugar (turbinado, honey, molassas). Peggy Jean is a cook who makes Paula Deen look like she's on the Mediterranean Diet. She made us a dinner of pulled pork shoulder, black eyed pea salsa, cheese grits, ground pork and sausage burgers, tea-cured grilled salmon, grilled pineapple, and green beans tossed with cured bacon ends that had been sauteed in turbinado sugar and balsamic vinegar. I did my part and made the cornbread. Then we ate an entire 8-layer yellow cake with chocolate icing and raspberry filling that Peggy Jean had also made up in her spare time. The next day, we put together the sandwich pictured above with leftovers: a pork burger topped with pulled roast pork topped with the cured bacon ends. We ate these with leftover grilled pineapple and Peeps. (Note: Peeps and pork shoulder are an inspired pairing.)

Addendum 4/16/09: check out Food & Wine's recipe for a double pork burger with bacon and cheese here.

Here follows PJ's recipes for pork shoulder and black eyed peas salsa:

Peggy Jean's BBQ Pork Shoulder (feeds 12 with lots of leftovers)

Preheat oven to 450

1 pork shoulder (5-6 lbs. We got a bag containing two 5 lb. shoulders at Costco for $14 and put one shoulder in the freezer)

For the marinade, mix well and set aside:
*Note: the marinade will be poured over the shoulder right before you bake it.
zest and juice of:
1 lime
1 lemon
1 orange
*note: save your leftover squeezed fruit for the black eyed pea salsa, below)
1 tbs fresh parsley
1 tsp. fresh thyme
1 tsp fresh rosemary
1/4 cup kosher salt (see what I mean about the salt?)
1/4 cup brown sugar
2 tbs honey
1 tsp chili powder
1 tsp cumin
1/2 tbs sweet paprika
3 tbs apple cider vinegar
1/2 cup olive oil
1 tbs ground black pepper
1 tsp worcestershire sauce
dash of tabasco

Rub roast with olive oil and season with salt and pepper
Place roast in roasting pan and sear on all sides in 450 oven, turning as each side browns. Remove from oven and reduce heat to 300. Pour the marinade over the roast, cover with foil, and immediately return to the 300 degree oven. Bake for 3-4 hours, until pork easily falls apart when poked with a fork. **Note, we finished the roast on a covered grill, for about 15 minutes, to give it a nice smokey flavor.

Peggy Jean's Black Eyed Peas Salsa

Mix together and set aside:
zest and juice of
1 lime
1 lemon
1 orange
1 tbs each parsley, cilantro, thyme
1 family size bag of frozen black eyed peas, thawed (sold at Publix)
1/4 cup bread and butter pickles
1/4 cup pickled okra
2 diced ripe tomatoes or 1 container grape tomatoes, halved
1 bunch scallions, thinly sliced, mostly white part.
1 tsp kosher salt
1 tsp worcestershire sauce
1 dash tabasco
1/2 tsp black pepper
1 tsp each: cumin, chili powder, paprika
3 tbs cider vinegar

Put black eyed peas in large pot with enough room to move around, and cover with water. Add half each of the used lime, lemon, and orange, cut in quarters. Add 2 tsp salt and 1/s tsp black pepper. Cook until tender but firm (al dente). Strain. Add the mixture of ingredients that you've set aside immediately and mix well. Can be served warm, at room temp, or chilled.



Breakfast of Champions: Scrapple!

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Ingredients: "Everything but the squeal"
Here's where Italy meets Philly meets the tropics: at Caffe Luna Rosa in Delray Beach you'll dine on homemade breads, handmade pasta, and veal chop Milanese at outdoor tables just a hop from the beach. Somehow that salt air is all the seasoning chef Ernesto di Blasi's Northern Italian specialties need. The gang at Luna Rosa are sticklers for quality: meat and poultry is natural and hormone free; tomatoes are the real San Marzano deal; hamburger is ground fresh daily in the kitchen; they even roast their own coffee beans! And they're as obsessive about breakfast, brunch, and lunch as they are about dinner. There isn't a pleasanter place to dig into your first meal of the day, from the overstuffed omelets and eggs Benedict to cinnamon swirl French toast, and if there's another restaurant in South Florida serving Philadelphia scrapple and pork roll we have yet to find it (if you don't know what's in it, don't ask, just eat). Even the creamed chipped beef on toast - a meal our servicemen used to fondly call SOS -- is a delicious exercise in nostalgia. 34 S Ocean Blvd Delray Beach, FL 33483 561-274-9404

Rachael Ray Donates 10 Tons of Dog Food to Miami Charity, Tries to Teach Dogs to Bark, "Yum-O!"

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Celeb chef Rachael Ray's clearly loves animals, as you can see above. If you visit the website for her line of gourmet dog food, the ridiculously titled "Nutrish," you'll find all sort of cute little stories about how Ray's dog Isaboo inspired her to create food for dogs without any of the fillers or junk that's in commercial dog food. As if that wasn't already sweet enough to make you want to prod your eyes out with salad forks, now, Ray is donating 10 tons of food from her Nutrish line to the hungry dogs at Sabbath Memorial Rescue Storage Center on 5933 Ravenswood Road in Miami.

Let me be the first to say that it's a really great thing that Rachael Ray is doing here. I just hope for the dog's sake, you know, that the food in question wasn't made the same way that Ray makes some of her other doggie concoctions, which is to say with ingredients that may be fatal to your dogs.

The non-kosher kosher hot dog riot

"I don't want to get stabbed for a hot dog" might be the quote of the year. Last week, a riot- the definition for that term seems to be getting looser by the news story, but we'll roll with it- broke out at a Brooklyn Shwarama King when Hasidic customers discovered the place was serving chicken hot dogs falsely advertised as kosher. The manager, Yosef Baron, had to fend off an angry mob with his meat-trimming electric knife.

It got Short Order wondering: how do we know that what's billed as kosher really is?

Not surprisingly, Miami Beach- psst, there's a large Jewish population there- has grappled with this question before. In fact, in 1969, the city created a tax-paid "kosher inspector" position that was in place for fifteen years, until the ACLU picked a fight with it. Their argument: that Miami Beach was using government funds to watchdog a private religion.

Nowadays, it's a "self-regulated" thing, says Rabbi Mordechei Fried of Kosher Miami, a private inspection group. Restaurants and stores hire KM as full-time "kosher supervisors" to make sure they're using the correct meat and handling procedures. In return, the business get KM's stamp of approval. "Each vibrant Jewish city has their own group of rabbis that have kosher restaurants under their supervision," Fried explains. "We feel secure enough to eat at restaurants, but unfortunately these things like what happened in Brooklyn can happen. It's not necessarily a failure of the system, it's just being human, there's always going to be a bad apple."

Planning for St. Pat's

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Only one day a year we get to dress in stupid emerald green hats and down as much Irish whiskey and Black & Tans as we can drink with two fists: St. Patrick's Day (not pictured above**) is ready to launch -- just look at your local pub, they've already covered every square inch of bar space in shamrocks and tinsel. Personally we're going to be doing our partying at Brogue's in Lake Worth, where in the spirit of New Times tipplers across the U.S., we've already set a match to drink Michael Mooney under the table (We'll see whose veins run with honest-to-God pure Irish blood!!!).

But you may prefer your drinking contests closer to home -- near enough that you can crawl to bed on all fours, in fact. So if Oakland Park is your neighborhood, call on your fleet of Leprechauns to hie you over to the Jameson Bar at Hugh's Culinary, where Hugh is laying out a spread of corned beef and cabbage, shepherd's pie, and soda bread to help you soak up the liquid. Music, bagpipes, and dancing has been promised, and the cost is a mere $10 per person, quite a deal if you stay from opening at 12 p.m. until "whenever." Hugh's is located at 4351 NE 12th Terrace, Oakland Park. Call 954-583-4844 to RSVP.

Other venues for Irish fun, this weekend through next week:
In Palm Beach County: Brogues, O'Shea's, The Dubliner, Slainte, Wishing Well, and Blue Anchor
In Broward: Biddy Early's, Briny's, Field Irish Pub, Waxy O'Connors, The Frog and Toad, McSorley's, Murphy's Law, Maguire's Hill.

Did I forget anybody? Leave your own recommendation in the comments.

**erratum: gratuitous photo of naked male ass has nothing to do with Ireland or St. Patty's Day 


Eat for Mardi Gras, Give It Up For Lent

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Mardi Gras King Cake: Easy to give up
They don't call it Fat Tuesday for nothing. Or Fat Monday, for that matter. We may as well stuff ourselves silly today and tomorrow, because you know what follows is a big long drag: Lent, which promises to zap all the fun from our lives for the following 40 days of fasting and prayer. 

To usher in this bizarre Catholic season, we have some suggestions for Mardi Gras meals, the memory of which ought to help get you through six beer-less  (or butter-less, or linzer torte-less) weeks. To take it from the top:

Cafe Boulud in Palm Beach, chef Daniel Boulud's Florida showcase, is presenting a Mardi Gras menu this week that includes oysters Bienville, poached redfish, and gumbo, a line-up of dishes so refined and delicious you'll seriously wonder if you ever need to eat anywhere else, ever. Maybe you just need to give up other restaurants for Lent, right? In fact, if you gave up fast food lunches for the next 40 days, you'd save enough to pay the bill for a single dinner at Boulud, and believe it, you wouldn't miss those Macmeals for a nanosecond.

Creolina's Dixie Takeout, a long-running Lauderdale institution, moved to State Road 7 in Davie last year. But their jambalaya, crawfish etouffe, red beans and rice, and cajun combo are as rib-sticking as ever, and they all squeak in under $11. Add in a side of fried green tomatoes or okra, scarf down the free corn bread or cheese biscuits, and the extra layer of fat will warm you through your first Lentish week.

Mudbugs are in season at Rosey Baby in Sunrise, where the Louisiana crawfish is shipped in weekly, thrown into a giant pot along with a mess of corn and potatoes, and served in one-, two- and five-pound buckets. For foolproof instructions on how to extract every morsel of goodness from these spicy little suckers, click here.

Our economic times are exactly right for a po' boy resurgence, a sandwich that manages to make a little bit of this and that go a long way. Shuck n' Dive Cajun Cafe stuffs them with andouille, Mississippi catfish, soft shell crab, or "Cajun injected pork roast." Pair with fried pickles and follow with bread pudding.

Kilmo will certainly be working his usual magic with our native saurian this week at Alligator Alley: dipping gator tail bites into his scrumptious secret batter, serving the ribs barbecued, filetting up gator steak to serve with szechuan sauce, cilantro, and lime, or serving it a la Buffalo with blue cheese dip. This week, sink your teeth into the best bar food in Lauderdale with background music by the Root Shakers (tonight), the Pastorius brothers (Wednesday) or the Alligator Alley Allstars (Friday). 

Tomorrow: Foods you really DON'T have to give up for Lent, no matter what your momma says.


Office Food Thieves Beware the Anti-Theft Lunch Bag

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The Anti-Theft Lunch Bag, perfect for fooling troglodyte food thieves.


Long-time readers of Short Order may remember that the New Times offices weren't always a safe and happy place. There was a time long ago when terror stalked our cubicles -- when unsuspecting men and women fell pray to evil. I'm talking, of course, about the Shrimp Bandit: a fishy thief who, when no eyes were looking, crept into our break room and lifted our lunches from the refrigerator in order to sate his own craven appetite. We never did catch the Shrimp Bandit, as you can see in this reconnaissance video capturing him in action. Now he lays dormant. But some say he will return.

If he does, well, we'll be ready. Office food theft is a big concern for a lot of people it seems, so intelligent minds have pooled their resources and come up with this deterrent: anti-theft lunch bags. These nifty lunch bags instantly turn any sandwich, snack, or treat into a moldy-looking mess. Just imagine an office food thief, schlepping his hunched-back over to the fridge for his latest meal, and finding only a ham-and-cheese sandwich that's carrying the bubonic plague. He'll think twice before eating that bad boy. Order some of these bags, available in packs of 25 here, and you'll never have to worry for your lunch again.     

New Website Discovers the Cure For Obesity

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The Jabaconageburger with cheese, a cheeseburger topped with sausage and bacon and sandwiched between two Jamaican beef patties. Urg.


Food porn is all the rage these days. There are entire sites devoted to the obscene pleasures of voyeuristic foodie-ism, and they're growing in number each day. Just this week, food writer and chef Anthony Bourdain explored the subject on a special episode of his Travel Channel series No Reservations, complete with over-the-top camera angles and plenty of double-entendre about cream sauces and long, hard sausages. But the latest food porn craze is a website that revels so desperately in absurd gluttony while simultaneously mocking it that it's hard to look at it and not come away with coronary blockage. It is, the aptly-named, This is Why You're Fat.

Today's pic -- that disgusting concoction of Jamaican beef patties and cheeseburger you see above -- is just the tip of the iceberg. Spend a couple minutes on the site sampling such goodies as "the garbage pile" and (appearing on Short Order before) "the bacon double fatty melt," and your self-loathing just builds and builds. I mean, do we really need to be this self-destructive? What's next, a website for children of divorce entitled "You Are The Reason Mommy Left Daddy"? A montage of depressing photos for people on suicide watch called "It Feels Like Heaven Once All That Evil Finally Seeps Out of Your Wrists"? I'm not so sure it's really all that healthy and empowering to embrace all the terrible addictions in my life -- I already spend too much time guzzling beer like a 50-year-old NASCAR fan and supplementing my World of Warcraft addiction with a blog roll the size of Perez Hilton's ego. I frankly don't think I can take much more of this! If only I had something that would instantly make the pain go away... say, like a bacon shell taco! Oh sweet relief!

V-Day Planner: In Search of the Big O

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Belinda Eaton, Girl with Oysters, from Belindaeaton.com
Ply her with aphrodisiacs all night, and you've got it made, right? This week in New Times, Robb Walsh dispenses pearls of wisdom on the world's favorite bivalve here. And below, a plan to spend your V-Day shelling out:

Sage Bistro and Oyster Bar 
2000 Harrison St,, Hollywood, 954-391-9466 
This swank new raw bar and French bistro keeps at least four kinds of oysters on ice, all flown in daily. You might find Blue Point, Kumamoto, Fanny Bay, Island Creek, or Barron Point. They're pricey, though, at $28 a dozen. (See the full review here.) 

Shuck n' Dive Cajun Café 
650 N. Federal Hwy., Ft. Lauderdale, 954-462-0088 
It sounds just like what it is: a bayou oyster shack transplanted to Lauderdale. Order Louisiana Black Bay oysters freshly shucked, baked Rockefeller-style, fried, and stuffed into a poboy ($12.99), served with butter and blue cheese as "black and blues" or barbecued (all $8.99). Pair with a plate of fried green tomatoes.

Unearthed Cookbook Proves Rush Limbaugh Was Tortured as a Child



Hopeless jackass and Palm Beach county resident Rush Limbaugh has a particularly ridiculous sound byte traveling around the internet lately in which he's basically quoted as saying he doesn't want the Obama doctrine to succeed. The quote came from an interview Limbaugh did with Sean Hannity, in which Hannity asks the big guy, directly, if he wants Obama to be a successful president. Granted, when the clip was shown on the Daily Show, Limbaugh's answer was presented out of context, making it look like he straight up said, "I want Obama to fail." That's not entirely the case, as you can see above, but that doesn't change the fact that the guy is retarded. Socialized medicine will be the death of America as we know it? Apparently Rush hasn't thought this one over enough. I mean, if medicine is socialized he wouldn't have to work half as hard to cover up his pill habits. Just tossing it out there. (Yes, I resorted to an ad hominem attack. Deal with it.)

What does this have to do with food, you ask? Well, it's recently become clear that Limbaugh's brain-addled condition may have something to do with his upbringing (after all, don't neo-cons like him believe being gay is nurture, not nature? In that case, couldn't acute mental deficiencies be borne of the same thing?) Short Order recently discovered, by way of the Village Voice, by way of the Kansas City Pitch, that Rush Limbaugh was abused as a child. No really! With food!

Take a look after the jump.
 

Would You Like Pakora with That? Fast Food Outsourcing Orders.

offshore-outsourcing-to-india-1.jpgJack in the Box is apparently testing a program to outsource their drive-through orders, routing requests for burgers and shakes to call-takers outside the country. The program is getting its first test run in Charlotte, North Carolina, where folks innocently pulling up to the order box are being taken for a ride. Let's face it, it's hard enough to get an order from a drive-though that hasn't been totally screwed up, even if you're talking to somebody 10 feet away who's spent the last 16 years speaking some approximation of English. And if my last go-round with a Sprint customer serviceperson in New Delhi is any indication of the kind of accuracy you can expect, I'd say you have about a 25 percent chance of receiving anything you remotely recognize as food (and thanks for asking, it's been six months, and I STILL haven't received my "rebate"). Let's close our eyes and try to imagine the exchange:

Me: I'll have the chicken fajita pita on whole grain, no salsa, an order of cheesy macaroni bites, the stuffed jalepenos, and a large oreo ice cream shake, hold the oreos.

Outsourced call taker (clearly reading from script): Thank you for calling today Ma'am. I hope you are having a very good day. Jack in the Box is having many delicious options to choose from. May I take your order?

Me: Um, well, I'll have the chicken fajita pita on whole grain, no salsa, an order of cheesy macaroni bites...

OCT: Today is your lucky day, Ma'am. We are running a special today, one day only, on the Junebug Bracing Cheeblammer Shilala Brooger for only two dollars. May I put you down for one of those today ma'am?

Me:What?

OCT: Today is your lucky day, ma'am....

Me: That's OK, I'd rather have the chicken fajita pita on whole...

OCT: I'm sorry? Could you repeat that?

Me: One chicken fajita pita...

OCT: And the Junebug Brooding Blubber comes with a very important rebate offer of $100 today only. You can go in line today to our web site to apply for your rebate, Ma'am, and within seventy weeks you can receive a check, which will bring your total cost for the Junebug Burfing Blogger to simply negative $98 dollars today Ma'am. May I take your order?

Me: No thanks, just the fajita pita....

OCM: Sorry, could you repeat?

Me: What?

OCM: Thank you ma'am. I am placing your order for the Junebug Bursting Bladder. As I have said, you may go in line today to apply for your rebate. May I ask you now ma'am, were you satisfied with the service you are receiving today Ma'am? 

Me: About that fajita?

OCM: Thank you for calling Jack in the Box, Ma'am. Please have a very good day.

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And in other news, New Times is outsourcing its food reviews. Read about it here.

In Other Recession News...

unemployment.jpegHey, you. Yeah, you, the unemployed guy sitting on your couch surfing the Internet for a job. I would change those boxers, man. Shortly after doing that, I would head to eponymous sports pub Beef 'O' Brady's for what the Sun-Sentinel's John Tanasychuk says is a sure thing. No, not a job! A free meal.

According to Sup, the Beefs (Sunrise location only, at 10079 W. Oakland Park Blvd.) is feeling empathetic towards all you recently laid off people -- probably because they know you won't be spending your formerly hard-earned money with them anymore. All you have to do is bring in your pink slip. No friggin' joke: your PINK SLIP

Goddamn, Beefs. That's just cruel. It's gotta be like salt in the wounds to carry your termination letter around with you just to get a free bite. I mean, that's a step up from waving that thing around on the street corner, screaming "this could be you!" at passersby. And what if you didn't get a letter? Should you go back to your former place of employ and beg your boss for one, a la the kid who seeks a doctor's note to play hooky from school?

On the other hand, a free meal is a free meal. And, coincidentally, Beef's is hiring, at least according to it's homepage. Shoot, that's one stop shopping!

Everything But The Squeal

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Pigging Out for the Holidays.

Pictured above: The 35 pounds of pork I got in the mail from Heritage Foods USA this week, fully one quarter of a Six Spotted Berkshire hog. Price: $235. I'm determined to cook most of it to feed the extended family over the holidays, beginning of course with a fresh Christmas ham, to be served with potatoes Anna, brussels sprouts, and an ancient Christmas pudding hand-carried all the way from Scotland by my brother-in-law. Here's what was included in my piggy package:

  • pork spare ribs
  • osso bucco
  • a boneless sirloin
  • four center-cut pork chops
  • a fresh ham
  • maple sugar cured smoked bacon ends
  • a shoulder steak
  • 3 packages of smoked bacon
  • a shoulder roast
  • and a shitload of sausage and ground pork
I've got the recipe for an awesome pork and chile stew that will use up the spare ribs. I'll roast the boneless sirloin in a salt crust, a trick my other brother-in-law taught me (you actually use a whole box of kosher salt to make a thick, thick paste that you crack open after cooking). I'll use the bacon ends in our New Years Day black eyed peas (I plan to employ every superstitious hoodoo trick in the book to bring my family luck in  2009, gawd knows we'll need it); there will be meatloaf sandwiches made from the ground pork; and of course, bacon will go in, under, and around everything we eat at every meal: I think I might even try to make some bacon ice cream  --which will require me to finally buy the ice-cream attachment for the old Kitchen Aid. Anyway, yum, right? If you can stand it without perishing from envy, tune in over the holidays for pictures and recipes.


*Heritage Foods USA buys from small family farmers who are working to produce heritage breeds, some of them very old and native to the US, thereby protecting diversity in the gene pool and providing us with lots of deliciousness. All animals are raised on pasture without anitbiotics or animal by-products, and farmers are Certified Humane by the Animal Welfare institute Humane Farm Animal Care  and recognized for their sustainable practices. 

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Christmas Dinner -- Hold The Death

This time of year brings all manner of helpful hints, like how to truss a turkey, or how to make your gingerbread men look like Scarlett Johansson (I made that second one up, but you know what I mean). Tips on avoiding food-borne illness are especially prevalent, as they should be -- an estimated 5,000 people in the U.S. die each year from eating something bad. It is bummer enough dying, but perish because of a tainted Christmas turkey and that is all you will ever be remembered for. Yes, it can happen to you -- but probably not if you follow these commonsense guidelines published by Consumer Reports in the January 2009 issue of ShopSmart.

1. Look at the date on the package. Although it's no guarantee the meat won't make you sick, choose a date with the most leeway.

2. Check packages for loose juice. It can be a source of bacteria. So if the meat packages are leaking, sticky, or wet, ask the butcher to cut a dry piece.

3. Triple-bag it. Put a plastic bag (get one from the produce aisle if you can't find one near the meat) over your hand and use it as a glove. Slip the bag back over the package of meat you select to prevent bacteria from contaminating you, your other groceries, or your fridge.

4. Sniff it. If meat smells off, don't buy it because it might not be fresh. (Even if it smells OK, however, that's no guarantee it's not loaded with bacteria.) And never rely on color alone since meat can be treated with carbon monoxide to make it look red and fresh.

5. Get meat ground fresh. Cuts of meat are held to a higher standard than ground. Choose cuts and have your trusted butcher grind them. The machine should be clean.

6. Look for firm fish. The flesh shouldn't have any gaps between the muscle fibers. Also sniff it; fish shouldn't smell fishy or like urine or ammonia. If you're buying whole fish, check the eyes; they should be clear, not cloudy.

7. Take along a cooler bag. Or ask to have meat and fish packed in a bag of ice so it stays cool. That will help slow the growth of bacteria.

 --Lee Klein

 

Burger King Brings Whoppers to the Hmong

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They'll have it their way.

If you've somehow missed Burger King's hilarious terrible! absolutely terrible! new marketing campaign, where they bring Whoppers to Hmong villagers in remote Thailand, the Inuit of Greenland, and a Transylvanian town in Romania, you have to check this out. Although the campaign generates a seriously sinking feeling (it's only a matter of time before these folks and their descendants give up hand-embroidering their clothing and turn to playing Wii), the ironies abound. For one thing, the Whopper doesn't look like recognizable food, so people have no idea how to eat it. And it doesn't taste nearly as good as seal meat. But we already knew that.
Anyway, it's a brilliant piece of marketing and whoever came up with this is an evil genius. No doubt the Hmong will be seeing their first BK franchise before they can say Lawv tau noj nqaij nyug. Peb tau noj nqaij nyuj.

-- Gail Shepherd

Twinkies and Milk

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Until I saw Milk yesterday, the biopic starring Sean Penn as gay activist and San Francisco city supervisor Harvey Milk, I'd forgotten all about the Twinkie Defense. Fellow supervisor Dan White shot and killed Milk and Mayor George Moscone in their offices at San Francisco City Hall in 1978 and got off with essentially a slap on the wrist: White was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to eight years (he ended up serving five, and committed suicide two years after he was released.) The defense argued that White was chronically depressed; they also argued, as a small aside, that his bipolar disorder wasn't helped by a steady diet of Cokes, HoHos, and DingDongs (Twinkies, apparently, were never mentioned.)

Poisoned have Thanksgiving you may

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I just got this news release from JusticeNewsFlash.com, a "Pro American Legal Distribution Service," and it's just too delicious not to quote directly:

Skilled South Florida personal injury attorney, Susan Ramsey, is proficient with consumer health law news and is reminding all Americans that the holiday time is a constant celebration with family, friends, and co-workers. The holidays is a time of rejoicing and increase food handling and consumption accompanies celebrations and festivities. Review of proper food handling, heating and consumption can prevent and help with food problems all year long saving innocent Americans from injury, illness, disease and even death from food poisoning.

Got that? I think what the attorneys are trying to tell us is that all that lukewarm food around on tables sitting this Thanksgiving may give danger. Salmonella-wise. And sickening if careful we are not. So Susan and I have some suggestions to keep you safe this holiday time, but in case you do get food poisoning, you can call Susan the personal injury attorney and she'll sue the crap out of your old aunt Maddie for illness making you.

Any way, here's a rules of simple list to follow of precautions.

1)your hands you should be washing again and many
2)the raw and the cooked, go together they should not
3)cold is cold hot is hot. there is no middle
4)leftovers store not in big pot. use small one.
5)best temp for fridge is 40 degrees. hotter is badder.
6)cutting board for separate meat do not use same as vegetables.

But hey, not to worry overmuch! Have constant celebrating! And if salmonella you be having, call Susan B. Ramsey, West Palm Beach, FL personal injury attorney at (561) 686-1800 or susan@palmbeachtrialattorney.net.

-- Gail Shepherd

A Sandwich Makes The Perfect Murder Weapon

Ever since news broke that a Port St. Lucie man beat his girlfriend with a sandwich, we've been waiting...waiting...to learn exactly what was his weapon of choice.

The Port St. Lucie Police Department is not about to give such clues away. But whatever the sandwich in question was, it failed to achieve lethal force.

That begs the question: How can one design a Killer Sandwich?

Cops n' Donuts

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I just love ethics questions, and lucky for me, there's an unending supply of morality dramas in the food biz. Like, for instance, is it ethical to put "grouper" on your menu when all you've got in the deep freezer is panga or swai, as dozens of restaurants in South Florida have been doing? (thanks for the tips, Channel 10 and Menu Pages). For example, we received a letter this week from a reader curious why a certain Deerfield restaurant was always packed with police and firefighters, to whit:

Herald Health Tips

This past week the Miami Herald’s “Diet and Nutrition” page featured a “Nutrition Quiz” that touted the benefits of niacin. These include raising “good” HDL cholesterol by as much as 35% -- “plus, it purportedly helps your skin and hair”. What specific foods does this quiz -- which “purportedly” is geared towards steering readers towards better health -- recommend as being healthy because of high niacin content? Cheerios, Snickers, instant coffee, chicken liver, braised moose liver and KFC original recipe breast meat. The idea is, I suppose, that after dying prematurely from eating all of these horrible foods, as family and friends file past your open casket they will marvel on how great your skin and hair look.

-- Lee Klein

And Britain's Worst Fast Food Nightmare

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From today forward, whenever I'm worrying about the questionable sanitation practices of my local restaurants and fast food chains, I'll only have to remember today's breaking story of the Wolverhampton Pappu Sweet Center. The owner was discovered by police broiling up some kebabs while the corpse of one of his employees lay on a couch nearby.

But that's not even the worst of it. The story contains all the characteristics of good drama: Man vs. Animal, Man vs. The Elements: A dead rat found under a cooking pot, a smelly piece of meat dripping blood and clotted with flies. I only wish the BBC had gotten some reaction shots from former customers before police shut the place down.

-- Gail Shepherd

Baskin-Robbins' Death Shake: Drink Up!

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Question:
What yummy treat from a national ice cream chain contains this delectable list of ingredients?

Ingredients: reduced fat milk, heath bar crunch ice cream (cream, nonfat milk, caramel ribbon (corn syrup, sweetened condensed whole milk (milk, sugar), water, high fructose corn syrup, butter (cream, salt), propylene glycol, sodium alginate, salt, natural and artificial vanilla flavors, potassium sorbate (preservative), soy lecithin, annatto color, sodium bicarbonate, propyl paraben (preservative)) , heath® bar candy pieces [milk chocolate (sugar, cocoa butter, chocolate, nonfat milk, milk fat, lactose, soy lecithin (an emulsifier), salt, and vanillin (an artificial flavoring)), sugar, palm oil, dairy butter (milk), almonds, salt, artificial flavoring, and soy lecithin], sugar, corn syrup, toffee base (sweetened condensed whole milk, high fructose corn syrup, corn syrup, water, natural flavor, disodium phosphate, and salt), whey powder, cellulose gum, mono and diglycerides, guar gum, carrageenan, polysorbate 80), fudge topping (corn syrup, sugar, water, hydrogenated coconut oil, nonfat milk, cocoa (treated with alkali), modified corn starch, salt, sodium bicarbonate, disodium phosphate, potassium sorbate (a preservative), natural and artificial flavors, soy lecithin), jamoca ice cream (cream, nonfat milk, sugar, corn syrup, jamoca extract (coffee extract, sugar, potassium sorbate and methyl paraben (as preservatives)) whey, caramel color, cellulose gum, mono and diglycerides, carrageenan, polysorbate 80, carob bean gum, guar gum), caramel praline topping (corn syrup, sweetened condensed whole mil, water, sugar, modified food starch, butter, salt, propylene glycol, natural and artificial flavor, sodium citrate, xanthan gum, lecithin, potassium sorbate and propyl paraben as preservatives), hershey’s® heath® milk chocolate english toffee (milk chocolate (sugar, cocoa butter, chocolate, nonfat milk, milk fat, lactose, soy lecithin [an emulsifier], salt, and vanillin [an artificial flavoring]), sugar, palm oil, dairy butter (milk), almonds, salt, artificial flavoring, and soy lecithin), whipped cream (whipped cream (cream, milk, sugar, dextrose, nonfat dry milk, artificial flavor, mono & diglycerides, carrageenan, mixed tocopherols (vitamin e), to protect flavor, propellant: nitrous oxide).

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You'd be right if you guessed that magical list is what goes into a Large Heath Shake from Baskin-Robbins. But that's hardly the worst of it. Consumerist.com recently reported that a large Heath shake also contains 2310 calories, just slightly more than than daily calorie recommendation for an average sized woman, like me.

For a minute after reading this news I actually considered trekking down to my local B&R to order one, for the sake of journalistic research, especially since BR is offering a Buy One Get One (BOGO) deal on their frozen beverages this fall ("Parents looking for low-cost family fun need look no further than Baskin-Robbins, which offers a wide variety of treats for under $5." reads the PR.) But when I got to the fat content (64 grams of saturated fat, which is 320 percent of the daily recommended intake) and the 295 milligrams of cholesterol (98 percent) or the fact that the thing contains a half pound of sugar, I just couldn't bring myself to conduct the experiment.

The consumerist does raise a good question in their report: Is this monstrosity really necessary? Yeah, we can all take responsibility for our choices, but why does this particular choice even need to be on the map?

-- Gail Shepherd

Fort Lauderdale Water Contamination and You

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Murphy's Law works after all: No sooner then we preach the benefits Florida's clean tap water in this very publication, the hand of the Almighty descends from on high and dumps a bunch of industrial lubricant into Fort Lauderdale's water supply. Now, residents and restaurateurs alike are scrambling to pick up bottled water to drink and cook with, lest they lubricate their insides with the tainted liquid.

It's bad enough that the threat of hurricanes has everyone rushing to the store in a frenzy to buy up enough water to keep a small country afloat - but now we have to buy, buy, buy water in ideal weather too. Well, that's South Florida for you. If we're not scared about something, we're not paying attention.

But what if, for whatever reason, you can't get your hands on bottled agua?

Well, now's a great time to use up all those cans of beef stew you had brewing in your cabinets from three Hurricane seasons ago. Cook 'em up with old sterno candles and kill two birds with one stone.

Or, just substitute water you might use in a recipe with beer - nature's answer to H2O. Braise vegetables in beer for a unique flavor, and pasta boiled in beer makes its own sauce. Prego!

As far as what to do with all that Fort Lauderdale tap that's going to waste, you might want to store the stuff for the future. If bottled water shoots up past gas prices, even the tainted stuff will command some fair market value. And, in the worst case scenario, homeowners can use the slippery liquid to lube up for all those eager Wall Street bankers in the event that Congress approves their 700 billion dollar bailout. Now that's some truly scary stuff.

-- John Linn

How To Become A Food Critic

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You could be he.

I figure I'm getting too fat, drunk, and impossibly snotty to hold this job much longer, so I hereby give readers a heads up. If you're planning to try to oust me from my oystershell- and hamhock-encrusted throne as Food Critic at Broward-Palm Beach New Times, there's a handy wiki how-to I'd like to bring to your attention:

How To Become A Food Critic

And you'd better freaking start this morning, because according to the advice rolled out in this Wiki you're gonna need a degree from the Culinary Institute of America, an MFA from the Iowa Writer's Workshop, plus the indiscriminate appetite of a piranha and the self-discipline of a yogi, not to mention the bank roll of a Warren Buffet to ever dream of snatching MY dream job out from under my ample butt.

There's quite a lot to ponder here, with varying degrees of horror and amusement, but a few of my favorites include:

Russian Candy and a Shot of Vodka

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A friend of mine brought me a bagful of Russian candy from Brighton Beach, and after tasting it I've decided I'm going to save it for the Halloween trick or treaters. I never have candy to give away on Halloween, and I find myself more often than not cowering in a darkened bedroom as the knocks on my front door become ever more violent. They know I'm home, don't they?

Well this year the little bastards are in for a REAL surprise. I particularly like the one called Kapa-Kym, with the camels on the wrapper -- what do you suppose the neighborhood mommies are going to make of THAT?

One could only wish they came in flavors like "borscht" or "coal," but alas, they just taste like really stale, cheaply manufactured artificially flavored corn oil.

And just in case you forgot that there's a Youtube video on every conceivable subject:

-- Gail Shepherd

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