To All Our Followers....Ms. Goulash recently received a recipe booklet of ancient Gypsy recipes....here is one of my favorites:
Gypsy Bacon Roast (serves 4 - 6)
1 slab jowl type bacon (approx. 6 lbs.)
4 large ripe tomatoes
3 lbs. radishes
4 large cooking onions
4 Bermuda onions
2 loaves sliced rye bread
salt & pepper
Make a fire outdoors using aged fruitwood. Bacon will be roasted over hot embers (not fire). Dice all tomatoes, cooking onions and radishes; add salt and pepper; mix. Cover and set aside. Cut a 4 foot limb from a fruit tree branch and sharpen one end to a point. Slice a 2 lb. piece of jowl bacon and skewer on stick with a Bermuda onion. Cut a checkered pattern into bacon on rind side, slicing 1/4 inch deep so bacon grease may flow from cut grooves. Hold skewer over hot embers 8 to 12 inches from heat. Place rye bread (one side may be toasted over embers) in dish; spoon mixture over bread. When grease of bacon starts to run, dab bacon onto rye bread and its mix. When bacon no longer runs with grease, it is almost to burning or "gypsy" stage. Slice bacon and Bermuda onion and eat with rye bread and mix.
As the saying goes: A wise old gypsy was starving and shivering. A man of means came upon him and asked "What do you want to do more, eat or get warm?" The shrewd gypsy's answer was "I want to roast bacon".
A gypsy's breakfast consists of bread and bacon.
A gypsy's lunch is bacon and bread.
A gypsy's dinner is a combination of the two.
Enjoy!
Ms. Goulash
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
We Go Out In Savannah
SOL RESTAURANT
Recently, "the family" had a dinner "get together" at Sol Restaurant on Habersham in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please give us the minutes of the meeting...er, I mean, give us the dish on Sol:
Mr. Fettucini: Minutes, schminutes, we stayed at Sol for hours! Sol has inside and outside dinin'. When you're sittin' inside, there are large screen windows surroundin' the dinin' area which offers up a great breeze (when one is blowin'). The place used to be known as Queenie's but that was before we moved here and I don't know if the Queen of England ate there or what. We all sat outside where our conversations were muffled in the night breeze from bein' overheard or maybe it was the buzzin' of the flys (we eventually had to take care of them but hey, they had that contract comin') that did the trick. We had some good company that night...Markus "The Mark", Laura Legs, Joe T. and Mrs. T., Mile High Jeff and Panama Pilar, Mona-Lisa and Greybeard. Sol doesn't accept reservations so when part of our group arrived, they were told they could bring the high bar tables outside to accomodate our party. This was OK but most of us were not blessed in the height department which led to too many danglin' legs off of the bar stools makin' us look more like the Little Rascals than the suave and debonaire group that we were. We started off the evenin' with Mojitos that were so good, I don't remember what we drank after that. Although, Panama Pilar wasn't really drinkin' because she took or said some sort of pledge that week. For appetizers, Mr. T. ordered a cerviche salad that was passed around. Mr. T. is a fish man. Rumor has it that he has many "swimmin' with the fishes" stories but hey, I'm not one to repeat stories. Ms. Goulash and I ordered chips with hot salsa and hotter salsa. It almost brought tears to my eyes but those of you's who know me, know that I only cry at TV commercials. Mile High Jeff was likin' the salsa but dripped a bit on his white shirt...( we all got a little nervous because it sort'a looked like blood) but Panama Pilar did a great job of lickin' it off....no, just kiddin'...I think she used the old tonic water trick to clean it. Markus "The Mark" got a little jittery after the salsa incident and said he was gettin' up to get some citronella candles. He didn't come right back but he did bring back some candles. He also relocated his seat. Our entrees were great. Ms. Goulash and I shared the mussels in a garlicky red sauce and the fish tacos. Delicious! Other entrees that were ordered included grilled salmon and a grouper special. There wasn't much talkin' durin' eatin' time which means everyone was enjoyin' their meal.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Zsa Zsa Ellen, a fellow gypsy who was visiting from up North was quick to light the candles that Markus brought back to the tables. Once a campsite girl, always a campsite girl. I had to keep the poor girl in the sun for a few days just to help get that gypsy glow back into her cheeks due to the lack of sunlight up North this summer. I'm trying to convince her to move here since as we all know, two gypsies are better than one, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O. (intestinal orgasms)
Sol Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
Recently, "the family" had a dinner "get together" at Sol Restaurant on Habersham in mid-town Savannah. Mr. Fettucini, please give us the minutes of the meeting...er, I mean, give us the dish on Sol:
Mr. Fettucini: Minutes, schminutes, we stayed at Sol for hours! Sol has inside and outside dinin'. When you're sittin' inside, there are large screen windows surroundin' the dinin' area which offers up a great breeze (when one is blowin'). The place used to be known as Queenie's but that was before we moved here and I don't know if the Queen of England ate there or what. We all sat outside where our conversations were muffled in the night breeze from bein' overheard or maybe it was the buzzin' of the flys (we eventually had to take care of them but hey, they had that contract comin') that did the trick. We had some good company that night...Markus "The Mark", Laura Legs, Joe T. and Mrs. T., Mile High Jeff and Panama Pilar, Mona-Lisa and Greybeard. Sol doesn't accept reservations so when part of our group arrived, they were told they could bring the high bar tables outside to accomodate our party. This was OK but most of us were not blessed in the height department which led to too many danglin' legs off of the bar stools makin' us look more like the Little Rascals than the suave and debonaire group that we were. We started off the evenin' with Mojitos that were so good, I don't remember what we drank after that. Although, Panama Pilar wasn't really drinkin' because she took or said some sort of pledge that week. For appetizers, Mr. T. ordered a cerviche salad that was passed around. Mr. T. is a fish man. Rumor has it that he has many "swimmin' with the fishes" stories but hey, I'm not one to repeat stories. Ms. Goulash and I ordered chips with hot salsa and hotter salsa. It almost brought tears to my eyes but those of you's who know me, know that I only cry at TV commercials. Mile High Jeff was likin' the salsa but dripped a bit on his white shirt...( we all got a little nervous because it sort'a looked like blood) but Panama Pilar did a great job of lickin' it off....no, just kiddin'...I think she used the old tonic water trick to clean it. Markus "The Mark" got a little jittery after the salsa incident and said he was gettin' up to get some citronella candles. He didn't come right back but he did bring back some candles. He also relocated his seat. Our entrees were great. Ms. Goulash and I shared the mussels in a garlicky red sauce and the fish tacos. Delicious! Other entrees that were ordered included grilled salmon and a grouper special. There wasn't much talkin' durin' eatin' time which means everyone was enjoyin' their meal.
Ms. Goulash: Dahlings, Zsa Zsa Ellen, a fellow gypsy who was visiting from up North was quick to light the candles that Markus brought back to the tables. Once a campsite girl, always a campsite girl. I had to keep the poor girl in the sun for a few days just to help get that gypsy glow back into her cheeks due to the lack of sunlight up North this summer. I'm trying to convince her to move here since as we all know, two gypsies are better than one, dahlings.
Rating: 1 - 5 I.O. (intestinal orgasms)
Sol Restaurant: 4 I.O.'s
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