Special Sap

Marvel at our sugar galaxy with its cracked nutmeg orb, clove and peppercorn moons, anise stars and wispy blood-orange winds. So goddamn beautiful we can barely bring ourselves to bring the first bite of pancake to our mouth.

Yeah, this is maple syrup — on crack. It’s easy, simple enough even legit crack heads could make time for it. And it’s not too late to enjoy it this winter, be it on a pancake or swirled in a bourbon (bourbon on crack). Even though our world’s returned to 60-degree and sunny, we know there are some psychos in Vermont eating maple taffy right now — that delicacy of maple syrup boiled and poured on a casserole dish of packed snow. To them, we say, get high on this.

MULLED MAPLE SYRUP
750 ml-1 liter maple syrup (B Grade)
2 cardamom pods (or 1 tsp. ground)
4 star anise
6-8” cinnamon stick
2 fresh vanilla bean pods scraped
2 tsp peppercorns
1 nutmeg smashed
6 cloves
1 orange peel

1. Dump the syrup into a heavy bottomed pot and add all spices. Save the bottle for later use.

2. Using a pairing knife, peel the orange, creating several large pieces of peel and add it to the pot (save the fruit for eating).

3. Place pot on a low heat for 2-3 hours, checking on it every 30 minutes to stir and keep from scorching.

4. When you remove from heat, let it cool completely, at least one hour, before returning to the bottle. Using a fine mesh strainer and a funnel, strain the spices out and return to the original bottle. Keeps forever.

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Seven Layer Trip

Come late January, we’ll occasionally perk our ears to talk of “super bowl this, super bowl that.” It has something to do with sports, that much we get (we’re not aware of any games) but more importantly, it’s become a glutinous food holiday for much of America, and that we can get behind! Now, our contribution — seven layers of beans, beer, market produce, molten dairy, spice, herbs and crunchy protein. It’s less a “dip” and more of a trip — as in LSD — and we’re still undecided as to whether it’s a good one or bad one. See, we started off calling this monstrousity “seven layers in heaven” but quickly nicknamed it “seven layers of hell” (if you make too much and are cursed with leftovers, you will understand).

Imagine Dante’s rings of hell built out of refried beer beans, chile-cheese Mornay sauce, roasted salsa, avocado-citrus salad, homemade creme fraiche, a bacony dust of pumpkin seeds and a veritable astro-turf of scallion and cilantro. Enjoy the descent!

Refried Beans
1/2 lbs. dried pinto beans
2-3 cups vegetable stock
1 Tbs. grapeseed oil
1 medium yellow onion, chopped
2 cloves garlic, minced
6 chipotle peppers in Adobo Sauce
½ cup pale ale
salt to taste

1. Make the beans the night before. Bring a large pot filled with the beans and stock to a boil (you need slightly less than double stock to bean ratio) then lower to a simmer and cook for 45 minutes to an hour, or until beans are fork tender. Remove from heat and let sit.

2. In a smaller pot on high heat add the grapeseed oil, then the onion and garlic, stirring to keep from burning. Remove the chipotle peppers from their can, roughly chop and add (with sauce) to the pot. Follow with the beer, give a good stir and add cooked beans without stock (reserve for later). Cook this about 10 minutes, just enough for the beer to reduce a bit and remove from heat. Let cool while you make the cheese sauce.

Chile Cheese Sauce
3 Fresno chiles
2 Tbs. butter
2 Tbs. all-purpose flour
2 cups organic milk
8 oz. white cheddar (grated)
1 Tbs. Louisiana hot sauce
1 tsp. turmeric powder
salt to taste

3. Burn the chiles directly on your stove top until blackened, then place in a paper bag or tupperware for 5 minutes in order to sweat the skins off. Flake off all black bits and remove seeds, then slice into matchsticks and then turn to chop into a fine dice.

4. Put a heavy bottomed pot on medium heat, add butter and let cook until bubbly, then add flour and stir well. Once it starts to slightly brown, add milk, stir or whisk well and let continue to cook several minutes. Once you hit a rolling boil turn to a simmer and add grated cheddar in stages, stirring all the while. Add hot sauce, turmeric and salt to taste. Remove from heat and cool.

5. Puree the refried beans in a food processor or using a handheld mixer. Use some but not all of the beer liquid to blend, if still dry add a tablespoon at a time of stock until its creamy. Store both cheese sauce and beans in fridge for at least two hours, or overnight.

Magic Shroom Dust
1/2 lbs. oyster mushrooms
1 cup raw pepitas
2 tsp. grapeseed oil
1 tsp. smoked salt
1/2 tsp. smoked paprika
1/2 tsp. black pepper
1/2 tsp. maple syrup
canola spray

6. You can make magic mushroom dust the day before as well. Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees. Tear the oyster mushrooms into long lengthwise shreds, so that each piece runs from mushroom cap to the woodier stem, and place in a mixing bowl.Toss the mushrooms with olive oil, smoked salt, black pepper, paprika and maple syrup. Spray a baking sheet with canola oil and lay mushrooms out evenly over it, spraying the mushrooms themselves as well. Cook in the oven for 10-12 minutes or until brown and crispy.

7. In a large skillet, toast the pepitas on medium-high heat, tossing every couple minutes to cook evenly. Salt to taste and remove from heat.

8. Cool both mushrooms and pepitas until room temperature. Combine and pulse in a food processor in several quick cycles. You want a crumb consistency but so fine as to be dust. Bigger chunks are OK.

9. Return to baking sheet, evenly distributed and sprayed with canola oil, return to oven for another 5-10 minutes or until dry. Store the cool, dry, crumbs in the fridge.

Salsa
2 medium hot house tomatoes
1 jalapeno pepper, diced
1/2 a lemon
1 tsp. olive oil

Avocado Salad
2 ripe Haas avocados
1/2 a mandarin–juiced and zested
1/2 a lemon–juiced and zested
1 Tbs. olive oil
Salt and pepper to taste

Other Toppings
½ cup Creme Fraiche
3 green onions
1 cup cilantro leaves
1/2 cup parsley leaves

10. On game day: Remove your cheese sauce, refried beans and magic mushroom dust from fridge to warm enough to be easier to work with.

11. Make a simple pico de gallo, dicing tomatoes and jalapeno and mixing with a squeeze of lemon and olive oil. Season as desired. Set aside.

11. Slice avocados lengthwise and then width-wise, leaving one-inch long slices, do so delicately (don’t mash, this isn’t guac) and add to a mixing bowl with the juice and zests of your citruses, olive oil and salt and pepper.

12. Finely chop the green onion, cilantro and parsley.

13. Assemble by delicately stuffing either a shaped cutter (a cookie cutter, ring mold or a pie mold work well) with your desired amount of each layer going from beans, to cheese sauce, to salsa, to avocado salad, creme fraiche, mushroom dust, greens. Serve on a large plate with fresh tortilla chips.

Beverage: Sprecher’s Winter Brew (Wisc.) or Troeg’s Splinter Black (Penn.)
Soundtrack: Antarcticans “Escape Your Forever Thought”

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Winter Kitchen Workout

Cold winter months are for hibernating. And marinating. And mascerating, reconstituting, leavening, braising…We spend so much time hunkered down in our kitchens during winter we sometimes forget to exercise at all. (Unless flexing our abdomens on the way to the fridge counts, which it doesn’t.)

This seasonal sloth, combined with so much time spent with family (read “gorging” and “binge drinking”) carves a deadly path toward the January jiggles. So after some tough-love nagging from our lady friends, Hot Knives has developed a comprehensive kitchen workout regimen.

Designed to keep you toned and buff even while you mash humongous pots of coconut oil-mashed potatoes and bourbon gravy, this soon-to-be patented exercise program is cheap and easy. Forget gym membership dues or special equipment. The Hot Knives workout can be completed any time, rain or shine, in the privacy of your own kitchen, and without skipping dinner! Follow along to these easy step-by-step instructions or watch the workout video above…

Canvas Curls: After a trip to your favorite farmers market, simply lift your canvas bags filled with heavy vegetables in 10-20 repeatable arm curls. Keep your back straight, perform equally among both arms.

Liver Lifts: This move requires a workout partner and is best performed after a beer run because it requires a 12-pack of beer bottles (12-oz craft beer preferred). Stand back to back and pass the box from left to right. Focus on your form, and feel the burn around your spare tire.

Iron Man Skillets: These curls can be performed with one or two cast iron skillets. Grabbing the handle of each skillet, curl your arm upwards and back down slowly, repeating 10-20 times. To hit additional muscle groups try bringing pans out sideways from your hips, and up over your head. Extra credit: Place the weights over high heat, and one pound of nuts for extra weight, and lift every 10 seconds for a thorough back-and-forth shake.

Pot Squats: Fill the largest pot you own with water. Keeping your back straight and the pot held with your elbows to your side, squat 6 or so inches toward the ground and back up. Repeat 20 times or until you fall over. Extra credit: fill the pot with 10 pounds of cubed potatoes and repeat.

The Juicer: Sometimes it’s all about form. Small, subtle movements work your muscles with the right attention in this move. Cutting through a Valencia orange. Placing it on your juicer. And pulling down on the lever with authority and style. This is a workout that really rewards — with a refreshing fruit juice finish!

Blue Cheese Tabletop Push-ups: On a butcher block table, countertop, or other prep surface place a plate of Stilton. Assume the push-up position with your face directly above the cheese. Perform 10 push-ups smelling the cheese as incentive to continue, with the option of licking the cheese on each downward completion. The beauty of this move is that the blue cheese works as an incentive whether you love blue cheese (encouraging each downward position) or hate it (forcing you to push away from the stench). This move can be made vegan by using an alternative food. We prefer a bowl of kimche or homemade sauerkraut.

The Put-away: Perfect for cleaning up while you slim down. Assemble all your clean dishes on a flat surface behind you. Establish which upper cupboard you’re focusing on and then perform a twist, grab and turn maneuver, focusing on your lower back and sides. Step up and put the dish away.

Saran Steamer: Warning, this move is not for the faint of heart. Wrap your entire body, including your arms and legs, in industrial-strength saran wrap. This will induce a sauna-like effect because your skin can’t breathe, increasing the amount of sweat. Jog in place for 10 minutes to your favorite punk song. Extra credit: break a beer bottle on the floor followed by one jar of peanut butter and roll in it like you’re Iggy Pop.

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Sauced for the Holidays

Having no god and preferring few gifts, all we have is food when it comes to the holy days of winter. And so we tend to rev our ovens with reckless abandon. But if there’s just one complaint we have with Thanksgiving and Christmas cooking, it’s the general lack of hot sauce. Fruit cake spices replace spice. The only thing resembling red on your plate is cranberry gloop. And sloshing Sriracha, Tapatio or Frank’s Red Hot all over a 4-hour gravy seems sacrilege. We’ve tried before to insert hot sauce into the holidays, to various mixed awesome results.

This year, we solved our sauce dilemma once and for all: Holiday harissa. We started with a base of our beer-braised cranberry sauce, which we perfected this year. Then we made it hot. Blended with a slew of roasted chiles, it comes out slightly sweet, very tart, and spruced with a subtle clove essence. One part sweet-inducing sting, one-part chai spice tongue comforter. The best part? If you make the cranberry sauce but get too lazy to roast a buttload of chiles, blend the amount you would have used (1 cup) with equal parts gin, spritz with champagne and garnish with a lime wedge and you have something that actually helps you survive a holiday with family.

Cranberry Sauce
(Makes about 4 cups)

1 bag cranberries (12 oz.)
2 1/2 cups Lindemann’s cherry kriek
1 cup Belgian candi syrup (brown sugar works)
1 cinnamon stick
zest of one orange
1 tsp. fresh grated ginger
½ tsp. salt

1. Place cranberries in a pot and cover with kriek, stir in candi syrup. Add cinnamon stick, orange zest, ginger and salt. Place on medium heat and let cook until mixture hits a rolling boil. Place on simmer and let cook another 10 minutes.

2. Mixture should be gooey, cranberries should have burst. Taste and sweeten more if desired. Remove from heat and cool.

Winter Harissa
(Makes 4 cups)

12 dried large red chiles (California or New Mexico)
6 fresh jalapenos
6 yellow wax peppers
2 pasilla peppers
1 cup cranberry sauce
1/2 cup cider vinegar
1/2 cup olive oil
1 Tbs. kosher salt
1 tsp. clove

1. Pre-heat the oven to 375 degrees while you deal with the chiles. Wearing gloves, slice open the dry chiles and place in a large bowl. Cover with a cup of warm water to re-hydrate.

2. Slice the jalapenos, wax peppers and pasillas and remove the seeds. Place chiles in a bowl and spray with canola oil, dump onto a sheet pan and shove into oven. Roast for about 20-30 minutes, until outer peppers start to blacken. Remove and let cool.

3. In a food processor, pulse the rehydrated red chiles, the roasted peppers and cranberry sauce. Slowly add vinegar and olive oil. Continue to blend for at least a minute to guarantee creamy consistency. If it appears goopy, add the leftover red chile water one tablespoon at a time. Add salt and spices and pulse some more.

4. Remove and store in the refrigerator. Harissa will keep for weeks.

Beverage: Sierra Nevada’s Celebration Ale
Soundtrack: AIR’s “Do the Joy”

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Real Beer Buzz

Caffeine + alcohol + teenage hormones = 911

If that sounds like the bull-shittery of a D.A.R.E. lesson, uh-uh, watch the news headlines that the “blackout in a can,” beverage Four Loko, which we’ve never tried, has college kids passing out naked together mid-grope at parties in their front lawns, unconscious in cars, getting found by cops in these various states of compromised fuck-up-edness, and ultimately sent tripping to the emergency room with their hearts beating out of their chests. The timeless tradition of uppers plus downers made more convenient. Speedy coma. Sleepy foam party. Forget the ‘turn on, tune in, drop out’ maxim. It’s all, ‘rock-out, throw up, pass-out.’

If there’s one bit of advice we would give today’s youth about this nasty shit, it’d be this: Ditch the cranberry-lemonade flavor, kids! We say either go hard – snort an 8-ball with a smack chaser – or go classy – take your booze with coffee!

Whereas Europeans have been mixing their drugs for centuries to great effect (wine + cognac + espresso = dinner), we Americans have trouble getting the equation just right. So we can sympathize. It took us a while to figure out how to combine uppers and downers too. And most of our own experiments were also in dorm rooms. Lab trials like replacing water in a hooka pipe with peppermint shnapps (side effects: light headedness and coughing fits), or bringing tallboys of peach corn syrup-flavored Arizona Ice Tea spiked with vodka to classes (headaches, dizziness, ill-advised hand-raising to professors’ questions).

But currently, there’s nothing we’d rather pass out with our pants off to than the beer aptly called Stimulus, a coffee-infused Belgian-pale-pretty crafted by our local Eagle Rock Brewery. Bucking the trend that says coffee-tinged malt must be a stout, porter or other cocoa-colored “dark” beer, this is less predictable and far more cerebrally exciting.

The amber wavvy brew is all Tuscan-sun gold with a crisp cumulous-white lacing. Served in a real pint, it’s a beautiful thing – a venti latte of malted grain booze head-rush cool-down. Stimulus tastes on your tongue the way it feels to snake a coveted sidewalk spot at your busy coffee shop, with a tasty, white-ceramic and lemon-garnished shot of foamy espresso in your hands, on a sunny 75-degree Saturday. It starts off numby on your gums and smells more like fresh milk than coffee. Wafts of sweet grassy hops help mask the bitter brown bean-cream, in this case the roast comes from a certain Chicago mob of barista-nistas, not our favorite, but a strong, oily and soily bean to be sure. Halfway through though, all we taste is the sweet sweet caffeine.

Have two, have three. Take your pants off. Turn the lights out, you’ll be fine.

Dairy Pairy: Petit Mothais, a musty Loire Valley hockey puck
Soundtrack: Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”

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Luscious Dumplings

One recent rainy night, between downing several pints of stout and an entire bottle of Laphroaig scotch, we invented a sublime, fatty fall concoction — roasted eggplant and potato mashed with sweet Thai basil and stuffed into fragile squash blossoms, caked with flour and pan-fried until crisp. This unexpected but opportune flavor mash-up led to one of the best questions you can ask inside a kitchen: “What else could we do with this?”

Well, lots of things. For starters, we thought: ‘Japanese yams instead of potato.’ Rather than mashed by hand, pureed in a food processor led to a much more luscious goo. What with the zen-mountain vibe of this creamy mixture, we tried piping it into egg-wrapper dumpling skins. While steaming, the dumplings become translucent, letting you see their vivid yam guts. We steamed and fried them, but that’s your call. Popping them in soup could work.

Meanwhile, the perfect recipe for those rainy-day squash fritters is still in the works. You can’t rush perfection.

Zen Yam Dumplings
(Makes 20)

2 Yams
2 Japanese eggplants
4 stalks lemongrass
2 – 3 scallions
1 cup purple basil
1 jalapeno
20 egg wrappers
1/4 cup kimchee (optional)

1. Peel your yams (if that isn’t a soul song waiting to happen, we don’t know what is…) and cut into large cubes. Add to a medium-sized pot of cold, well-salted water and put on high heat. Slice 2 stalks of lemongrass into 3-inch pieces, add to the pot for flavoring. Once you hit a rolling boil, turn down the heat and let sit in hot water for 5-10 minutes..

2. Set the oven to 400 degrees. Slice the eggplants in half, place face down on a well-greased baking tray or roasting pan. Stick in the oven for 15-20 minutes or until skin is brown and flesh is mushy to the touch. Remove to cool.

3. Strain the water retaining just yam pieces, and toss the lemongrass. Place yams in a food processor along with chopped scallions. When eggplants have cooled, peel their skins off and put just the meaty flesh into the food processor. Pulse for several minutes or until creamy.

4. Dump the yam-eggplant mixture into a mixing boil. Add kimchee for moisture and flavor if on hand. Thinly slice jalapeno and chiffonade your basil, adding bowl to the mixture and stirring well. Salt to taste, you wanna balance out that sweetness.

5. Put a large pot of water on to boil, adding the remaining two lemongress stalks and the sesame oil for steam-flavor.

6. Remove your egg wrappers and fill one-by-one. Place about 1.5 teaspoons of filling in the center of each wrapper, fold two opposite tips together to form a triangle and use a fork to press down the sides and corners around the filling. Set aside. Once all your dumplings are assembled, spray down your steamer or pot insert with canola oil to prevent sticking and place each inside delicately. Steam for about 10 minutes or until insides are blazing hot and skins are wrinkly and transparent.

7. To finish, carefully remove dumplings and let cool for several minutes. Heat a skillet or cast iron with canola oil and pan-fry the dumplings several at a time until brown on each side. Serve with a mixture of soy sauce, rice wine vinegar and wasabi or ginger paste.

Beverage: The Bruery’s Coton
Soundtrack: Leonard Cohen and Patti Smith covering “Sweet Jane”

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Hot Rad Winter Salad

Fall is all up on our asses in Los Angeles, with rain and mist and stormy skies bearing down. This weekend at our farmers market, some dramatic “El Greco” light seemed to shine down on the bountiful fall vegetables. We grabbed mountain yams, dirt-crusted fingerlings, Brussels sprouts, red-skin Bartlet pears, fennel tips and big, beautiful ribbed-for-our-pleasure heads of radicchio.

So, in the first of probably many installments of us playing with fall vegetables, we spent the last week roasting radicchio for salads — salad you can slurp — and discovering how to tease the most sweetness out of it.

First, know this: There will be bitter. Radiccio is a bitter lettuce. However, with the help of a marinade of fresh orange juice, oil and fennel seed and a secondary dressing of mustard, cider vinegar, wine and sugar, that bitterness is tempered. The two sauces merge in the pan with a sizzle. Cooked salads. Interestingly, the fennel, with the heat of red jalapenos lends this salad something akin to the taste of a rustic slice of pizza, something we still can’t explain but what are we, doctors?

Hot Radicchio Salad
(Serves two)

1 large head radicchio
1 orange
1 Tbs. tangerine oil (or extra virgin olive oil)
1 tsp. fennel seeds
1 red jalapeno
1 small carrot
Half a white onion
6-8 oz. seitan
1 Tbs. cornmeal
1 Tbs. canola oil
1 Tbs. whole ground mustard
1/8 cup red wine
1 tsp. cider vinegar
1 tsp. white sugar

1. Quarter your radicchio, removing the core’s stem. Peel the leaves off one quarter at a time, and place leaves in a mixing bowl. Juice your orange and to the juice, add tangerine oil and fennel seeds. Dump this mixture onto the radicchio leaves and stir well with tongs.

2. Slice your onion and red jalapeno into half moons and matchsticks respectively. Mix together mustard, wine, sugar and vinegar. Add a tsp. of water and stir. Marinate the onion and pepper sticks in this dressing.

3. Slice the seitan into neat, right triangles about an inch long. Fill a large plate with cornmeal and pat the seitan with a cornmeal crust. Heat a large skillet on high heat, add canola oil, then toss in seitan. Cook evenly on both sides for several minutes and remove seitan from pan, resting on a plate.

4. Still on high heat, add the marinated radicchio to the skillet and stir, followed by the marinating onions and dressing. Stir every so often for 4-5 minutes, letting the radicchio cook down (it should wilt like cabbage leaves). Serve on a large plate by twisting the salad into a neat ball, as high as you can. Slice carrot matchsticks and add for garnish and color. Finally, place 4 or 5 seitan triangles along the salad.

Beverage: Pretty Things’ St. Botolph’s Town Rustic Dark Ale
Soundtrack: The XX’s “Hot Like Fire”

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Morning Beer for Beer Week

The closest thing to a “beer festival” in L.A. just a few years ago was the annual German sausage-fest and lederhosen horror-show that occupies a Torrance parking lot off the Long Beach Freeway. Oh how the times have changed.
In honor of this year’s L.A. Beer Week – not one, but dozens of events will be un-corked throughout the city’s beer bars, breweries, homebrew clubs, restaurants and beer sommeliers that range from the mainstream accessible to the psychotic. For our part, Hot Knives is hosting a “Cheese Pairing Symposium” next week at Verdugo Bar along with much-acclaimed local beereos (beer heroes) the Bruery – or how we like to call them, “the only fucking reason to go to Orange County.” (If you’re a blogger, you can still enter the contest to get a free ticket to the pairing.) For the rest of you who might wanna celebrate L.A. Beer Week quietly at home with loved ones or alone with your spiritual leaders, we’ve thought of that too!
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Over the last month, we embarked on a crazy scientific experiment that involved cracking open a beer every morning. No, not for drinking… We made Franziskaner Pancakes, Russian Imperial Stout Bran Muffins, and “hop-berry syrup.” There were Coconut Porter Cupcakes, Belgian Candi-topped Muffins and even fresh Hop Butter for Guinness Flapjacks. Thankfully, there was also plenty of water and laps around the park.
In the end, we believe we found our favorite baking recipes combining both raw brewing ingredients (malt extract, malt sugar, and hops) and beer (just substitute any beer of your choice for the milk or water in a recipe). We love Heffeweissen Banana Bread and Hop-Berry Muffins. Stock up on malts and grains and give ’em a try. The best part? Now, you don’t even need a homebrew kit to shop at your local homebrew shop! Think of it like your neighborhood Trader Joe’s aisle. Except without the little complimentary cups for coffee, and fewer chances for casual sex. And let us know what morning beer you love most, here.

Hefeweissen Banana Bread
(Makes a loaf)

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2 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 tsp. salt
3 ripe bananas
1/2 cup Earth Balance margarine (melted)
1/2 cup barley malt syrup (or white sugar)
1 1/2 cup Heffeweissen (room temp)
1 Tbs. whole cloves
1 tsp. whole coriander
1 tsp. ground cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
zest of one orange
zest of one lemon
1 Tbs. Belgian Candi Sugar (or more barley malt syrup)
1. Measure out your flour and baking powder and stir in a large mixing bowl. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees.
2. In a second large mixing bowl, combine wet ingredients and spices: Peel and mash your ripe ‘naners and combine with melted margarine. Add malt syrup, or sugar, and the beer while stirring with a spatula.
3. Grind coriander and clove in a mortar and pestle or coffee grinder (or simply with a knife) and add to the wet ingredients along with cinnamon and nutmeg. Finally, zest an orange and a lemon over your cutting board. Add half of each to the bowl, and reserve half for garnish.
4. Combine wet and dry ingredients and combine well, stirring until lumps disappear. Pour batter into a canola or margarine-greased bread pan. Bake at 350 degrees for 40-50 minutes. Test the middle, should be slightly gooey but not wet. Remove and immediately cool on a cooling rack to prevent burnt bottom. Rub the Belgian candi sugar or barley malt syrup on top, and sprinkle with zest for garnish.

Hop Berry Muffins
(Makes 12 small muffins)

2 cups all-purpose flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1/2 cup Grape Nuts cereal
1/4 cup shredded coconut
1 tsp. salt
1 1/2 cup fresh strawberries
12 oz. hoppy red ale of choice
3/4 cup sugar
2 large organic eggs
3/4 cup melted butter (unsalted)
1. Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees. Combine dry ingredients in a large mixing bowl, including flour, baking powder, Grape nuts, salt and coconut. And stir to mix.
2. Wash and slice strawberries into thin pieces. Place a small saucepan on high heat with your red ale and sliced strawberries. Let reach a rolling boil and add sugar, stirring well and reducing to a simmer. Let continue to cook for 2-3 minutes. Then remove from heat and cool for at least 10 minutes.
3. Combine sweetend-beer and dry ingredients. Crack eggs and whisk and add to mixture along with melted butter. Stir well with a spatula until all lumps (except Grape Nuts clusters) disappear.
4. Grease muffin tray and pour batter into each, about ¾ to the top, leaving a centimeter or so to rise. Bake for 12-15 minutes at 350 degrees. Let cool in muffin tray before serving. Glaze with topping of choice.

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‘Fuck the FDA’ Porter

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We may not be our own best critics. That becomes crystal-hops-pale-ale clear when Alex Macy pours the first tiny pintlet of our homebrewed beer and we tip the red-brown tonic toward our lips. Wow, that smell? Kazowwwww! We made this?!
It’s been 6 weeks and 10 days since we sterilized the fermenter and went to work creating what we believe to be the world’s first-ever Tonka Bean Porter. Powerful stuff, this hobby: Revisiting homebrew felt a little like winning back our independence. Remember, homebrew was verboten contraband until 1979 when Jimmy Carter courted the garage-bound beer-bellied caveman vote by legalizing the intoxicating art of brewing your own dumb stupor in glass and stainless steel contraptions sitting right next to your car, or bicycle, or cat litter.
Oh, but how easy it is to fall pray to loving the shit out of your own beer. It’s less like reviewing your own novel in a major magazine. And more like describing your precious first-grade child to a stranger sitting next to you on the flight home from a business trip. Our beer is better than your beer. Our beer is good in its heart. Our fucking beer is going to be president of the United States of America someday. What’s our beer like?!
(…fishing out a thick wad of baby pictures from our wallet.)
Sweet, sticky, paint-thinner-thin. But rich, round, warm and festive tasting. Raw sugarcane and cinnamon, something nutty, whole wheaty. A vision of raison bagels — freshly, boiled and baked — the ones with deep swirling smears of cinnamon running through their whole wheat flesh, but maybe closer to a raison bagel that’s been left sitting in a cereal bowl filled with vodka. Tongue goes fuzzy with the taste of almonds, marzipan-squirting candies, so potent they taste like what the first whiff of cyanide gas might be like. Arm cramp… It feels hotter in the belly than other beers, doesn’t it? It does right? The whole room feels a little hot now. Cotton mouth. Slightly pulsing brow. That’s the paranoia, not the beer.
It’s a new sensation for us to know what we’re tasting because we know how it was made: Brewed on a shaded front patio in Echo Park, with a couple old dogs looking on, hitting a rolling boil in a steel drum usually used for deep-frying turkeys — our tonka beer is a slight departure from a basic vanilla bean porter. We got our hands on more than a dozen tonka beans, shaved ’em, crushed ’em and sunk them in a tincture of vodka to bloom into a brown liquor. Two weeks into the fermenting process, we poured the tincture in. A month later, there’s the tonka. Is it strong enough? Can you really taste the tonka? We added a second tincture. Now, you can’t miss it. There is only tonka — no pain or death, sorry FDA, not like the factory tomatoes, shitty spinach, peanut butter, crappy eggs you can’t seem to keep clean. And it’s delicious.
But we’re biased and you don’t have to take our word for it.
Dairy Pairy: Tomme de Chevre
Soundtrack: Nine Inch Nails’ “Closer to God”

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Lockness Monster: ‘Green Dragon, Grown Up


Being into drugs often breeds innovation.
Wait, we’re not junkies — but psychedelic experience has been a fairly consistent encounter throughout our now over-a-quarter-century hill lives. Lets not mince ideas: This is a blog partly dedicated to an ancient fermented grain juice that gives you the happies, gimmies, and giggles.
(After all there’s an illicit activity behind our blog name: Google it already and look at what other Web pages come up (yes, there have been people who didn’t get the double entendre.).)
One such innovation was met and mastered by a younger Alex Brown and his cadre of hoods in high school (i.e. five bowl-cut tweens wearing trench coats before it was cool, and then uncool) when two common and sub-par chemicals (shitty brick weed and cheap gin) were married and aged in the bowels of the young Knife’s closet.
Before brownies and THC ghee there was “Green Dragon;” a lesson in chemistry where chemical extraction via alcohol was streamlined into ecstatic, albeit disgusting, perfection.
The brutish elation of a gin drunk,
augmented with a concentrated log jam
of THC: Teenage Power // Teenage Prowess.
The seemingly endless stash of single serving Tanqueray that used to be complimentary on airplanes, was silently expropriated from its dusty shelf in a virtually unused wet bar, relieved of two small sips of gin, and then stuffed to the brim with the finest “orange-hair step-down” that 20 dollars could buy. Thirty to 65 days later, the bottles were drained, the liquid purified via coffee filters and toilet paper tubes, and the remaining marijuana left to dry (only to be smoked in what were essentially useless and extremely painful joints). The tincture was then returned to its original bottle and reserved for social events, used mainly for impressing older girls into hopefully fruitful rendezvous and/or disgusting/generating respect from the older guys who thought we were rad/insane. That was then, this is now…
A few weeks back, a shady deal landed us two $20 bottles of brewed homebeer with no labels. The ingredients, however were clear from the onset: These were weed IPAs…
So the following is an account of a self-admitted ‘Green Dragon O.G.’ named Alex Brown meeting his match: a sophisticated concoction of THC extracted and imbued in a piney IPA. Early accounts of this concoction by an official Medical Grade Connoisseur were: “Shit man, fucked all day.” (Note: in this instance, ‘fucked,’ refers not to the widely used idiom for coitus, but the situation of ‘fucked-upped-ness,’ often associated with drugs and/or drink).
Time: 3.45.
Place: Darchuck Residence, Glendale.
Situation: The Party Joke Gets the Better of Our Man
Details on imbibing:
Upon entry to a celebration of birth for one Peter “Sam I Am” Darchuck, and after gifts were presented, my 16 oz. of beer was offered to just shy of everyone at the event (I spared the birthday boys’ Pops and Ladyfriend), which may result in a lower dose…(in retrospect, this is a silly concern).
The brew, cloudy with either beer sediments or Sativa globules, tasted exactly as it was expected to. Thankfully, there was a total lack of the cloying flavor of weed infusion usually present in lipid based suspensions.
Disadvantages:
When you tell everyone that you’re imbibing some goofy novel weed-thing, they all seem to watch you like a baby pending some kind of adorable and potentially fragrant accident.
Time: 4.47
Place: My Girlfirend’s Echo
Situation: Things Get Pretty
Remarks:
A sunny day on Sunday is a great time to exit Glendale (not a dig).
The vines underneath the 5 are like giant plant dreadlocks (ouch).
The sounds of a Police firing range waft over the hill to my house (eep).
Lessons Learned:
Driving at the onset is swell, but slightly intimidating.
Time: 5.26.
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Place: Poolside
Situation: Typical.
A trip downstairs for refreshment has resulted in a conundrum: upon return my cellular phone appears to be missing. This is not good. A friend may or may not be arriving, she may or may not be a she, I may or may not be wearing any clothes…its downstairs.
“It’s not downstairs. It must be back at the pool.”
(It’s not at the pool. This routine repeats itself three times.)
“Where the shit is the goddamn phone?”
(Enter Cocoa the dog.)
(Rumination on the dog being covered with dead grass, dirt, and wearing a more than usually goofy grin.)
“You’ve done something with it haven’t you”
(…) (She had.) (…)
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(I’m suddenly very hungry.)
Conclusion:
After hours of Young Money music videos, an unnatural concoction of tortilla chips, peanut butter, fish sauce and sriracha, and yes, digging my phone from its shallow grave, I took a nap.
Drinking a bottle of THC infused IPA inspired many symptoms commonly associated with smoking weed all day: sloth, paranoia, ecstasy, strange desire for shameful snacks and basic social alienation.
Drinking pot beer will prevent you from taking photos for your blog, and force you to fill memory cards with pictures of bugs.
Was imbibing 12 oz. of untold chronic power dissimilar from cereal-smoking some kind of pot named “Truth” or “Kilimanjaro?”
Not Really.
Does that really matter?
Nope.
Beverage: (after the weed beer) Eagle Rock Brewery’s Equinox.
Soundtrack: Punky Reggae Party, “Halloween”

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