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September 21, 2010 5:16 PM

Spiked milkshakes? Braised short-ribs for breakfast? Yes, please!

"Whether cooking, sipping, partying, primping or chatting with our muses, we’re looking to twist the juice out of life, to extract inspiration from the everyday and take it somewhere new."

posted by gman (17 comments total)

1. we’re obsessed with new, fresh, different life experiences.
2. we’re insatiably curious about what’s next.
3. we’re hungry for the road less traveled.
4. we’re blissfully ignorant of our limitations.
5. we’re inclined to dive in before checking the depth meter.
6. we’re untrained, unskilled, not genetically gifted.

Now that's a philosophy to live by.

But then, anyone who puts basil or pickles in a cocktail gets my love. I'm easy that way
posted by Ahab at 5:25 PM on September 21, 2010 [1 favorite]

co-founder with a mad mixology habit. likes include: mastering the one-bite menu, serving garnishes and condiments as meals, and pimping out your presentation, mad-scientist-style. dislikes: mean people and ordering straight from the menu. on her wish list: peace on earth, a scotch in everyone’s hands and a swim-up bar in her office. drop a line if you want to share a story, a story idea or your rodarte thigh-high boots.

What?

What's with the Xtreme Games Rock N Roll'ness of all of this? I love love love food in all in forms and glories. But I would shoot myself before I sat down and ate with any of these guys.
posted by helmutdog at 5:34 PM on September 21, 2010 [5 favorites]

Man don't be remindin' me of no spiked milkshakes. God, I miss the Korova Milk Bar. And also being able to digest lactose.
posted by griphus at 5:42 PM on September 21, 2010

I like this. With booze.
posted by localroger at 5:49 PM on September 21, 2010

I just finished a delicious bowl of (Mario's) raspberry gelati, over which I poured about a half ounce of (Sky) vodka. Makes for a considerably more grown up desert experience. And that was before I dug into the linked page.
posted by not_that_epiphanius at 5:56 PM on September 21, 2010

gman, I'd like a big handful of the Blueberry Mojito Munch, a giant bowl of this, and a gimlet, please. You are the waiter, right? And this is still the marijuana thread, right?
posted by heyho at 6:17 PM on September 21, 2010

I do believe swim up bars are one of the greatest inventions of humanity :)
posted by supermedusa at 6:47 PM on September 21, 2010

The ingredient list for braised short ribs breakfast includes "braised short ribs." Maybe it's just me, but that seems less than helpful.
posted by sanko at 6:55 PM on September 21, 2010

1. we’re obsessed with new, fresh, different life experiences.
2. we’re insatiably curious about what’s next.
3. we’re hungry for the road less traveled.
4. we’re blissfully ignorant of our limitations.
5. we’re inclined to dive in before checking the depth meter.
6. we’re untrained, unskilled, not genetically gifted.

Am I the only one who finds this exhaustively boring? It's like careening teenagers, unable to be happy in the here and now and ever looking for that next experience to give them a "high". At first glance it just strikes me as another method of endless consumption with not much desire for spending time with things and people because there's always something new and shiny supposedly around the bend.
posted by nomadicink at 7:47 PM on September 21, 2010 [3 favorites]

Don't forget that some people spike or braise with liquid meth.
posted by furiousxgeorge at 7:47 PM on September 21, 2010 [6 favorites]

Spoiled, conspicuously consumptive, and far too much in love with their elegant, monied selves.
posted by warbaby at 8:25 PM on September 21, 2010

The last time I heard about spiked milkshakes I was in the Calgary airport. I was buying a bottle of the most disgusting thing I could as a joke souvenir for a friend, and had selected the cheapest bottle of "Premium Maple Syrup Liqueur" I could find.

I took it up to the teenage girl manning the till. She took one look at it, nodded in approval at my choice, and said "This goes great in milkshakes!".
posted by benzenedream at 8:54 PM on September 21, 2010 [2 favorites]

Braise those short ribs you naughty odd-breakfasted minx! Don't let these PG squares get you down.
posted by nathancaswell at 9:18 PM on September 21, 2010

1. we’re obsessed with new, fresh, different life experiences.
Great!
2. we’re insatiably curious about what’s next.
Me too! Hit me with #3!
3. we’re hungry for the road less traveled.
Not a source of classics, but that's OK, I have Mark Bittman. Do go on.
4. we’re blissfully ignorant of our limitations.
Um. This may not work out well in the kitchen...
5. we’re inclined to dive in before checking the depth meter.
Well that just seems dangerous. Remind me to avoid any attempts you make to fry.
6. we’re untrained, unskilled, not genetically gifted.
Untrained? Well, there are lots of amateur cooks. Unskilled? Wait, why should I try your recipes then? ...Genetically gifted? What? Do... do you think cooking is passed on that way? It's not Lamarckian.
posted by maryr at 9:21 PM on September 21, 2010 [1 favorite]

In this recipe for arroz con pollo, it says to brown the chicken. Um, how cooked is that expected to be? Like, cooked all the way? Just browned the skill and the boiling cooks in the rest of the way? Should I know this already?
posted by flaterik at 12:41 AM on September 22, 2010

Am I the only one who finds this exhaustively boring?

Nope. I do too. Unremarkable recipes presented in a style that reminds me of an irritating children's TV host.
posted by rhymer at 2:06 AM on September 22, 2010

A few years ago my wife organized a dinner party where all of the dishes were "grown up" versions of kids' food (PB&J, mac 'n' cheese, milkshakes, etc.). The milkshakes called for bourbon, so off to the liquor store I went. When I asked the salesman if there was a difference between "bourbon" and "whiskey bourbon" he launched into this long spiel about charred oak barrels, Kentucky and Indian corn and then asked me what I was going to serve it with. When I told him I was just putting it in a milkshake he got angry, muttered something about how it didn't matter which one I bought, and left.
posted by The Card Cheat at 4:24 PM on September 22, 2010 [2 favorites]