So, for the last Sunday Dinner before next weekend's big Staten Island Ferry wedding, we wanted something simple, but bursting with the flavors of summer.
Beer Can Chicken to the rescue! Initially, I had grand ideas of making pickled okra, chow chow and maybe even cheese straws, but these were quickly tempered by the lack of time and the fact that Zora was out of town until the food was supposed to hit the table. We had 17 hungry kiddies to feed.
It was ungodly hot, (like 94 degrees hot). Everything was going swimmingly until the beer bubbled over the cans and sort of extinguished the coals and the temperature kept dropping. The chickens were beautifully cooked on the inside, but the skin outside made them look like sickly babies. Not so nice.
After a tense conversation that ultimately required Peter to step in as arbitrator, we transferred the boiling ladies from the coal grill to the gas grill and nearly incinerated them with the new, higher heat. I think I recall Peter muttering something about a fire extinguisher, as we watched flame from the chicken grease shoot out the sides of the grill... Ultimately, they looked less sickly and more like
burnt babies, but they were perfectly cooked and soooo juicy, because they had cooked for so long on a lower temp. Who knew?
Zora got extra points for showing up with HONEST TO GOD REAL BALTIMORE CRAB CAKES.
There was no
overt violence (fork related wounds, eye poking, bite marks or, you know, plain old punching) as there had been in previous attempts to serve crabcakes in an orderly fashion, but they were sure gone in a hurry. These delicious little fuckers were followed by:
Boiled Peanuts -- just like Grammy from Alabammy makes (Not my Grammy, mind you, but someone's Grammy.)
Farm Lettuce Salad With Radishes, Celery, Red Onion and Cucumber in a Buttermilk-Mint Dressing
Our Guilty Secret Cornbread With Paprika Butter
Black Eyed Peas With Jacob's Cattle Beans, Ham Hocks and Slab Bacon
Grilled Treviso With Olive Oil and Salt
Salt Boiled Potatoes
Summer Squash Au Gratin With Salsa Verde, Gruyere In Brown Butter With Breadcrumbs
Oh, and, of course... all of the wine and beer our systems would permit.
Karl was the kitchen slave of the day and Karine joined also to help. Thank god-- or I never would have made it.
Next time we do this.... we will be joined in holy matrimony.... or something like that!
Okay, a little off topic, but I figure this is as good a place as any to post links to our wedding photos... Restaurant photos were taken at Mombar, home of Ali's brother Mustafa.
