Pennington's Foodstory

In my world, there is no place for a TV in a restaurant.   I’m not talking sports bar, I’m talking about an actual restaurant (tables, chairs, silverware, etc.) where one goes for food, ambiance, and to enjoy the company of others.   I think a TV takes away from the restaurant experience and distracts the diner from all of the fore mentioned items by switching their attention to some rectangle on the wall. I go to restaurants mainly for the food. I cook nearly every night and there are times I welcome the break. When I go to a restaurant I really want to relax and enjoy the conversation and not get sucked in to whatever the place wants to air, be it sports, the news, game shows, or reality television. I want to hang out and talk with the people I came in with. I’ve seen it so many times where a whole table will be silent with all of their heads pointed in the direction of the TV. Now if a restaurant really sucks, they may want to distract people away from the shitty food...

“Fat is flavor” is one of the key terms a cook learns at the beginning of their career, regardless of what we know about cutting certain types of fat out of our diets to remain healthy.   In a cook’s world today there are many trendy fats that are getting all the press.   No, I’m not talking about trans-fats, polyunsaturated, monounsaturated, and the like; I’m talking about butter, lard, bacon fat, duck fat, olive oil, beef tallow to name a few. When I first started cooking, I used lots of butter and olive oil in my food mainly because I was reading classic cookbooks that had those fats as the cornerstone for most of their recipes. As I noticed a shitload of weight gain and higher than normal cholesterol, I began to back off a bit and get a little smarter about how I used various type of fat.   Nowadays I use butter and oil sparingly and add them mostly at the end of a dish to add a little shot of flavor.   Of course there’s that lubing the pan issue to keep th...

I got stuck with a bunch of fizzy, yellow, piss beer after New Year’s Eve that I’m trying to get creative in its depletion from my refrigerator through the use of crafty beer cocktails.   I mean this beer has been through NYE, the Super Bowl, a random party, and God knows what else and it still won’t disappear. The only reason I got it in the first place was for some friends who were supposed to come to town, but cancelled at the last minute. I’ve gone as far as sneaking some of it into a friend’s refrigerator during a visit. Usually it’s the other way around; beer disappears never to be seen again. I had the bright idea of concocting some beer cocktails to help get rid of this crap with a great deal of success. Nothing helps a shitty beer like the addition of liquor.   Now I’m talking actual cocktails as opposed to a Boilermaker or a shot dropped into a beer. I had my first beer cocktail in France called a Monaco: Beer, 7-Up, and grenadine.   Not bad, very r...

I was in Hawaii in January for a little week long vacay and made a conscious choice to eat Spam every day I was there.   Hold the phone! Did the supposed snobby food writer and wine tool just say he ate Spam for seven days straight? Yes. He. Did! Spam, the canned meat product extraodinaire, has become a beloved staple for Hawaiians for over 70 years. It all started before WWII when folks in the military brought the “meat” to bases around the state because it was not only tasty, but convenient and it didn’t need to be refrigerated. Long after the war ended, Spam decided to stay. Now I didn’t crack open a can and start gnawing away, I preferred my Spam in a more unique fashion. One of Hawaii’s great treasures is what is called “Spam Musubi”, basically a slice of Spam placed on hand shaped hunk of rice much like a piece of sushi wrapped in nori(seaweed). These little jewels can be found wrapped in plastic in every convenience store, grocery store, and roadside stand in every...

Lots has changed since I last put fingers to keyboard…Got a new job, moved from Pawleys Island down to Charleston, found more baby kitties, etc., etc.   The most exciting part of this new adventure is the fact that I have more than 3 places to eat. Charleston is a foodies’ town, dare I say the ‘Food Epicenter of the Southeast’? Sorry Nola. There are so many freaking restaurants in the area that it makes it hard to decide where to eat. What a tough life I lead. It’s as though a new spot destined to be the next big thing is opening each week. Food trends are easy to spot because everyone is so vocal about them; smoked this and infused that, the list goes on and on. One thing that I’m pumped up about seeing is the explosion of Vietnamese Banh Mi sandwiches that are appearing on menus everywhere. For those not in the know, a Banh Mi is a submarine sandwich with pork (roasted or as a pate), pickled carrots and Daikon radish, jalapenos, cucumbers, cilantro, and mayo served ...