Zook Shooters Challenge

Quick tip here: We were goofing around this week with some hollowed out zucchini and stumbled upon what we think is a kick-ass appetizer. Continue reading

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Stone’s 10-year Anniversary IPA

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Berry patch booze, sour grain punch, dank bud hay fever like a disturbingly good cat piss kool-aid. Strawberry fields forever.
“Garlicky” just may be the most overused word in the food writer’s lexicon. Why? Because there are few dishes that shouldn’t come with a little garlic in ’em. It’s like saying something tastes “good.” The beer equivalent is “hoppy.” Show us a brew that doesn’t have some level of hoppiness to it, and we’ll tell you to dump it out. So, saying something’s hoppy is about as much description as burping. C’mon hopheads, we need to develop a language that surpasses grunts and clicks!
What better beer to start with, we thought, than Stone’s 10-year anniversary IPA.
The pour of this beer is lying to you: An ordinary amber shine hides an insanely different IPA taste. The nose is literally spiked fruit punch–strongly fruity, almost overpoweringly sweet on first sip. But after you chill with it, this beer brings you over to its side. The depth of this kind of hoppiness makes us wish all those oxygen bars that were big a couple years ago could be converted into IPA huffing bars. Impeccable.
And since Stone’s staple IPA, Ruination, began as a limited edition or specialty brew, we have faith that we may see this hard-ass beer again someday.
Dairy Pairy: Midnight Moon, goat’s milk gouda
Soundtrack: the Beatles’ Magical Mystery Tour

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Bloodlust Roulade

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Both vegetarians and carnivores have beef with fake meats. Veggies argue the strangeness of eating a reconstituted version of the exact type of food they are trying so desperately to avoid. Meaties go one step further and ask why we would even bother eating fake meat? If you like the taste of fake meat, why not just go for the real thing? Both sides are missing the proverbial boat: Fake meat doesn’t taste like real meat, doesn’t behave like real meat when cooked and most importantly doesn’t have to be harvested by an exploited living being.
Put this stuffed roulade plate in front of both sides of the battle field, and both will murmur: “Woah dude…this is vegan?!” Continue reading

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Alesmith’s Anvil Ale

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Sheepy ale. Pastoral cream. Sugar foam with barley bubbles.
The first (and still most popular) ale from Alesmith Brewing Company in San Diego; this Extra Special Bitter lives up to its name. The malt in this beer is sweet and toasty, but also has a sour kick. Vinegary almost, the bitterness makes this beer far easier to drink than the nuttier ESBs of the mother country. That, and it’s less snobby. An American ESB with manners. Good day.
Dairy Pairy: Cotswold double glouster
Soundtrack: Lola vs. the Powerman & the merry-go-round Part One

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Food and Wining in Los Angeles

A Strange and Terrible Journey to the Heart of the Angeleno Liver.
“The shallow life!” barked the man next to us in the stall of a Downtown Los Angeles Marriott men’s room. He spilled out of the can chuckling like a beast and scrubbing his crotch, where a stain the shape of Napa Valley was oozing.
“Here’s to the shallow life,” he said while rearranging a stray hair from his nearly vacant scalp, before pushing through the double doors and back out to the feeding frenzy of the Los Angeles Wine and Food Festival’s opening night. The wine tasting had attracted a bizarre crowd: the ubiquitous weekend getaway lovers, thirsty to swill and swoon, locked in endless purple-tongued embrace; whole families from god-knows-where, teetering toward dessert trays like they’d never seen carrot cake before; and of course the winery reps, in full force, out to flaunt their varietals, taste the competition’s pinot, or if nothing else, sleep with it.
Now, Hot Knives are professionals, and we were prepared for wine country–we’d come hopped-up on strong weed, with all manner of business cards, recording devices and reporters’ notebooks to note the nuance of every vintage–but this was a different class of tasting we were clearly unprepared for: that of “convention booty.” Continue reading

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In the Busch with A.B.’s specialty beers

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The last time I was inside a fancy hotel on the Sunset Strip was the birthday celebration of a wealthy, hedonistic Dallasite. We chugged PBR, snorted cocaine off a toilet seat with the stars of Jackass, and tried to communicate to the glass box girl in the lobby using Morse code.
Tonight, my lady and I were on the list for a different kind of keg party. Ascending to the top of the Mondrian Hotel in a wood paneled elevator, we giggled in wonder while staring at a video loop of tropical fronds swaying in the wind. Tonight we had a date with A.B. (not the prison gang, but Anheuser Busch) and their new line of specialty brews.
We were received with tall glasses of Hefeweizen and encouraged to mingle. Continue reading

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Forbidden Sushi

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To serious vegetarians and vegans, fish is verboten. And that’s just too bad, especially considering most veggie rolls are pathetic (tomato and cucumber is a waste of rice). Here we’ve used miso shitakes to mimic the rubbery protein of raw fish. The crisp compliment of cucumber is awesome, as long as it isn’t the main dish, and of course buttery avocado. Instead of sticky sushi rice, we used forbidden rice. The purple-black color is a nice change–much more wholesome than the bleached shit. Continue reading

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Hot Winoz

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They say, “In wine, is truth.” Or Plato did anyway, and we all know how he felt about wine. Well, when Hot Knives attended the Los Angeles Wine and Food Festival last weekend, we found the exact opposite to be true. After the umpteenth glass of Vignonier, we started recycling adjectives–buttery, oak finish, summer peaches–and many of the wine reps filling our glasses would nod their drunken heads in agreement (except the lady that insisted that we did not taste apricots in her wine).
How do you translate “In wine, is bullshitting” into Latin? Continue reading

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Curried Tofu-wich

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Soy-a-phobes are constantly complaining about tofu’s lack of flavor and its freaky texture–and sometimes they’re right. Here’s a sandwich that will make your weak-minded meat friends and your vegan cohorts coo with coagulated bean contentment.
We used baked tofu for this sandwich: You can find it in the refrigerated section of most Asian markets. It will usually come with four small, brown bricks per package, and sometimes it will be labeled as “smoked” or “savory” tofu. This type of curd is ideal for many applications because it’s totally firm, it’s very low in moisture and it has a slightly sweet taste unlike the sometimes-tepid flavor of its soggy brethren. Buy a pack of baked/smoked/savory/whatever tofu, make this recipe, then use the leftover tofu on your grill, in your spring rolls, stir-frys or scrambles. Continue reading

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