Meet Nicole Brisson

I first met Nicole Brisson at Jolene Mannina’s Back of the House Brawls (BOH – the basis for the new FYI TV show Late Night Chef Fight). Together with Friend Sue Mancini we made up the only all-female judges’ table ever at the BOH. Nicole Brisson and I have a lot in common. We grew up in small towns in upstate New York. We had rough childhoods. We had a love for the restaurant business from an early age. But unlike me, Nicole did something about it starting in high school.

L - R : Nicole Brisson, Sue Mancini and me April 2013

L – R : Nicole Brisson, Sue Mancini and me
April 2013

Nicole moved out of the family home at 14 with her older sister and made her own way. Growing up in a town of 2000 (Rensselaerville, NY) not known for its culinary scene, with few role models of what a life in culinary could be, Nicole chose to enter a career based high school curriculum in culinary arts while working at a local restaurant. The owners of that restaurant encouraged, nurtured and taught her; and to this day she considers them dear friends, family and mentors. They saw the spark in her and pushed her, basically telling her in word and deed that she was better than her hometown. She was so good in her high school Vo-Tech program that she was given a scholarship to Johnson & Wales. Her exceptional performance in college gave her the opportunity to work in Italy as an apprentice and intern to powerhouse chefs too numerous to mention. She said of that opportunity, “I didn’t know it was a big deal until I got there. I just thought it would be something cool to do. I went there to work and learn and THEN I found out it was a huge deal.”

Now, after 20 years of hard work, Nicole is the Executive Chef of Carnevino, arguably the best steak house on The Strip and a jewel in the Batali & Bastianich Hospitality Group’s crown. The fact that she is currently, to the best of my knowledge, the only female Exec at a top tier restaurant at any major property on the Strip is remarkable. The fact that she is in her mid-thirties is astounding. When asked about this she shrugs and admits that even though the doors of culinary are open for women, it is still a men’s game at times. Socially she is quick with a smile and a laugh, with a sharp wit and sense of humor, so her transformation when working is startling. When you see Nicole in her chef whites she is controlled, calm and some would say shy, others would say stern. She has quietly and steadfastly carved out a niche for herself, not feeling the need to push, shove, scream or rant as others in her position, male and female alike, might have. She shared a story where she was “trying out” for a job and the other women were throwing elbows and trying to act tough as nails. It wasn’t her style and she basically just said, “Shut up and cook.” Nicole has allowed her work to speak for itself. She believes that the pace of the leader sets the pace of the pack and shows that through word and action. If she is calm and controlled, then her staff will be too. If she walks around acting like a coquettish goofball, then her staff will think that is ok…and it’s not. Walking through her kitchen during this interview she stopped and introduced each of her staff members, noting their progress on tasks at hand, showing appreciation for their work by that small gesture. And it was clear that she is admired by her team.

Nicole Brisson is a culinary badass.

In addition to cooking and recipe development, menu creation and running a full back of the house staff, Nicole oversees a dynamic meat program including charcuterie and dry aging and works with the best meat producers in the country to create a one of a kind dining experience (Moment of Truth – I am a charcuterie whore!). She allowed me into the on-premises meat locker at the restaurant and you can smell the beefiness even when it’s raw and cold. If you have never been in a meat locker there is a certain smell that really good meat has. I can’t describe it, but when you smell it, you know it! Having a parent who is a butcher, I marveled at the marbling and overall exceptional beauty of the beef. At an off-site location she handles the receiving and storage of the beef in the dry aging process. In addition, a recent diagnosis of celiac disease has surreptitiously steered her menu development toward gluten free options in all aspects except the pasta dishes. It is so second nature to her she doesn’t even realize she is doing it until a staff member asks, “Is this gluten free?” At that point she has to pause and consider the ingredients, and more likely than not, it is gluten free. Don’t worry though, she isn’t messing with the pastas.

with Mario Batali at Carnevino

with Mario Batali at Carnevino

Batali’s respect for her was evident

Invited to a private event at Carnevino, I was given the opportunity to watch Nicole Brisson at work, not only with her team and the clients, but with Mario Batali. She seamlessly moved from engaging conversationalist to taking charge of the staff. She took time to point out specific dishes to guests at the different stations so everyone knew there were plenty of options to choose from on the tables. Batali’s respect and gratitude for her and her work was evident when I asked him for the photo in this article. He paused from taking photos with fans and guests to make sure I had what I needed to highlight Nicole’s place in his organization. As a complete sidebar – her staff allowed to me run the fancy–schmancy slicer for the prosciutto. I am now convinced that I need one in my kitchen for the jamon de serrano I have in the fridge. Never mind my goofy face, check out the charcuterie!

Charcuterie whore at work - I totally need that slicer!

Charcuterie whore at work – I totally need that slicer!

Seemingly at the top of her game, I asked what was next for her. She didn’t have a ready answer for the question. Ultimately it would be opening her own place and she is confident she would have support, both financially and personally; but she isn’t ready to take that step yet. Nicole loves what she is doing and wants to continue building what she is currently working on right now. The future is bright for Nicole Brisson and I for one can’t wait to see what she does in that future.

Mike Minor 2.0

After a sold out pop up at Made LV, I sat down with Mike Minor in a dark bar in broad daylight. He said a lot of things, but the one sentence that stuck out in my mind is this: “I AM Vegas.” He told me that he loves this town and having grown up here, is connected to it in so many ways and feels it is his responsibility to bring great food to the community in any way he can. And he has been doing that for more than 20 years.

The first time I saw Mike Minor in action was at Three Square Food Bank. My favorite local charity had invited me to be part of an audience in their demo kitchen. Several chefs cooked live and chatted with the guests, but he was the stunner for me. He was engaging, with an infectious smile and completely present in the moment, doing what he loved to do. Then I got to know him and I realized that who I saw at the Food Bank, wasn’t a “show persona” it was the real deal. He looks like a Rock-a-Billy guy with the tattoos, fabulous moustache, and the slicked back, on point hair. He rides a motorcycle and he IS a Rock-a-Billy guy with a love of Elvis and the genre. But, unlike a lot of Vegas natives, he doesn’t long for the old times. He embraces what is going on now, welcomes newcomers and tourists and knows that all change leads to great growth. His life mirrors Vegas in that homage is paid to the past while always making way for the new.

I had met Mike socially and professionally on many occasions and what I didn’t know about him could fill a book and he should write one someday. He quit high school to work full time in the culinary industry, going back at 20 to get his GED. He was the kid my mom warned me about. He never went to culinary school. He sucked when he first started and worked twice as hard as everyone else to get it right. He is a cancer survivor. He’s just a plain BAD ASS survivor!

Chef Mike and I at charity event Chefs to the Max in Jan 2014

Chef Mike and I at charity event Chefs to the Max in Jan 2014

He started working at age 13, lying about his age, to make his own money because he wanted to buy cool clothes. Mike has done literally every job in this industry from dishwasher and busboy to Executive Chef. He’s worked in every conceivable situation from a kid friendly pizza joint to a mecca of fine dining. With a smile on his face he openly admits when he started, he was terrible at everything, but his passion for the industry and food in general made him work hard to get better. In his mid-twenties, Mike was the youngest Director of Culinary The Hard Rock had ever seen. He was responsible for the west coast and loved his job. He says he learned something at every single job, but he credits The Hard Rock for instilling in him lifelong values and missions that still drive him today – “Love All, Serve All” and “Take Time to Be Kind”. The need to give back to the community he lives in, treating co-workers, clients and employees with respect and a friendly face, and being present in the moment are all things he learned at The Hard Rock. He admits when he started there in management, he was “in way over [his] head”, but he had a great general manager who took him under his wing and set him on a path for success. Leading by example and coaching Mike to be the best he could be. Mike said, “If it wasn’t for that leadership, I’d have been fired”. He remembers that and brings it with him to every job he has.

Flash forward and Mike is working as the Executive Chef for Susan Feniger and Mary Sue Milliken at Border Grill. He traveled all over Mexico with them, learning from real people, not restaurants, how to create authentic dishes from every region of Mexico. And then he famously and amicably leaves that “dream job” to jump out on his own with his Truck U Barbeque food truck. Some might say he’s crazy, I say he’s crazy smart. He’s never been happier. He is making the food he wants to make and serving directly to the people eating it. There is no wall between him and the client. He gets to work with his best friend, wife Natalia, and his sister. His truck is completely paid for, the entire kitchen is brand new, retro-fitted into an existing frame that was custom painted to represent his flair, his style and who he truly is.

Offered the chance to compete on The Great Food Truck Race, he declined. Seven weeks on the road, cut off from his core clients, didn’t appeal to him and Natalia. He says he enjoys First Friday downtown because it gives him an opportunity to connect with the community, unfortunately you won’t find him at lunch time like you will some trucks. He cooks on demand and because everything is made fresh for each outing (nothing is reheated, or reused) it doesn’t make fiscal sense to drive around and hope to sell out. Anything that is left over at the end of an event is donated to the Las Vegas Mission (remember – Take Time to Be Kind and Love All, Serve All?). If you haven’t eaten from his truck, you are missing out. My personal favorite is the pulled pork sandWISH*. It’s magical. I don’t care for BBQ sauce, but I’ll eat Mike’s. It’s the perfect balance of sweet, salty and spicy. Friend John who eats a “paleo” diet splurges on the Burnt End Burrito. In fact, he said to me one day, “You have to try this food truck called Truck U. They have this burrito that I go off my diet for it’s so good.” Yeah John, I know all about it.

Pork Torta - Photo Courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Pork Torta – Photo Courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Money isn’t everything, but the ability to be true to who you are and make the living and the life you want to make IS everything to Mike. He’s really excited about what is going on in downtown and feels like that is the next step. He has a business plan for growth and a brick and mortar restaurant serving his barbeque is what’s on the forecast. Because truly good barbeque is a low and slow procedure, he envisions a lunch only place, starting the food the night before and staying open until he sells out. Mike and Natalia are looking for the perfect location to get started on their next big project. I, for one, can’t wait!

Mike has been approached more than once to be on TV and he would love that, but on his terms. Check out this sizzle reel for a proposed show. He and Natalia would like nothing more than to take their truck on the road and do as he did in Mexico with Susan and Mary Sue; learn to make regional specialties from the people who make them every day. Sourcing local ingredients, learning traditional techniques and meeting folks all across the country.

In the meantime follow Truck U BBQ on Facebook to find out where they will be and check out Mike’s websites www.chefminor.com and www.truckubbq.com Keep an eye open for appearances at Pop Up events like the one last week at Made LV. This is just a small snapshot of what happened there to see more, go HERE, Tom O’Connor took some great shots and go to his website Big Tom Photography to see more

Photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Ceviche - photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

Ceviche – photo courtesy of Big Tom Photography

 

 

 

 

The Barrymore

In Vegas like many cities, there are corridors of “things to do” and “places to go”. Here, most notably it’s The Strip, but there are pockets of retailers and restaurants that are NOT on the strip and seeking them out is fairly easy. What’s more difficult is finding and making the time to go to THAT restaurant that has NOTHING else around it. Your destination IS that restaurant. It’s not some place you go before or after a show because it isn’t near any of the theatres. You don’t go there for lunch with the girls because it isn’t open for lunch and it’s nowhere near the mall. And it’s not on a stretch of street with other retailers. That restaurant is The Barrymore.

On Convention Center Drive you will find the Royal Resort. It’s perfect if you are attending a conference or event at the Convention Center, but not near anything else really. Inside the lobby and to the left, behind an almost disguised door, enter The Barrymore. It’s unexpectedly lush and filled with interesting details that draw your eye everywhere you look, from the ceiling covered in film reels to the Rorschach style prints depicting famous faces (Sinatra, Chaplin, Capone, etc.). Expertly mixed cocktails started off the night. Don’t ask me about the wine list, I can’t enjoy wine (allergy), but the wine room looked amazing.

While the room intrigues you visually, the menu will entice your taste buds. It’s simple on the surface. Traditional Steakhouse fave make up the majority of the menu, but with elegant twists and touches. Of course you will find your ribeye and strip steak, but I could have made a meal on the apps and the sides alone (Moment of Truth – I am not a fan of Steakhouses. I am the asshole who orders the fish at these places. And yes, I had the fish). The grilled octopus was one of the best versions I have ever had. Served Niçoise style with baby potatoes and a frisee salad, I was a happy camper. It’s easy to fuck up octopus – it can turn rubbery REALLY easily, so a well-executed octopus dish is a thing of beauty.

Grilled Octopus Nicoise

Grilled Octopus Nicoise

And let’s not forget the foie gras served with a crepe and grilled sweet corn. Yeah, that!

Foie Gras with crepe and grilled sweet corn

Foie Gras with crepe and grilled sweet corn

John’s aged ribeye was cooked perfectly as was my Branzino, but for me the stars of this show were the apps and sides. Chef Eric Lhuillier does a masterful job with everything. He is one of my personal and professional favorites here in Vegas. I am not even a fan of creamed corn, but it was damn near impossible to stop eating his version with lobster. Even had the lobster NOT been in it, I would have had seconds; it was that good.

Aged rib eye with blue cheese

Aged rib eye with blue cheese

Lobster Creamed Corn

Lobster Creamed Corn

Watermelon and tomato salad with blue cheese

Watermelon and tomato salad with blue cheese

As if the food wasn’t good enough, they brought out this…

My favorite dessert of all time - French Macarons - this one chocolate hazelnut

My favorite dessert of all time – French Macarons – this one chocolate hazelnut

I know it’s not “cool” to be the early diners, but we do it out of necessity. John’s first client is in the door at 7 am, so we tend to eat earlier than most folks. On the Wednesday evening we dined, The Barrymore was quiet when we arrived, but jumping by the time we left. I recommend making a reservation for dinner. Take the time, make a trip and enjoy. Trust me, it’s worth it.

Steve Martorano

Sister Nancy has been talking about Martorano’s meatballs for years. She is a complete devotee. So when Las Vegas Food & Beverage Professional sent me to meet with Steve Martorano for a piece for the May issue – not out yet – I jumped at the chance. I really liked this guy and because we had such a great chat, I decided to share with you a much more in depth version of our discussion here. He was even so open that when I mentioned Nancy’s adoration, he said, “Call her. Let me talk to her.” So I did (Yeah. Best. Sister. EVER.). And stupidly there are no pics of him and me together! This is a longer piece than usual, but the subject matter demanded it!

At first glance Steve Martorano is intimidating. He’s a big, well-muscled guy with tattoos like many chefs and cooks these days, but it’s more than that. He cuts an imposing figure. That feeling of intimidation goes right out the window when he utters, “How you doin’?” Immediately I was transported back to my roots and we fell into a very natural conversation. I met with Steve while he was in town for Vegas Uncork’d after just receiving the Dom Perignon Award of Excellence at UNLVino. I was invited to meet with him in a private setting with his lovely fiancé and he was refreshing, charming, and unguarded in our interview. He was also remarkably candid once he realized I speak like he does, lightly peppered with profanity. That fact made him all the more endearing to me. (Moment of Truth – if you know me at all, you know curbing my profanity requires Herculean strength.)

He said as an only child he learned to do stuff for himself without relying on siblings to help him out, but notes that his mother spoiled him. I get that, being the mother of an only son. However, growing up in south Philly, Steve had few choices for a career. He could go into the “family business”, aka The Mob, and spend part of his life in jail like friends and family, or he could work hard and live hand to mouth. He wanted more, but had no vision of what that “more” would look like. His dad owned a neighborhood bar and Steve convinced his dad to let him put food on the menu one night. It was something his dad had never considered before, and he was dubious about the success of bringing people into his bar to eat, flat out saying, “It’s not gonna work.” Steve went ahead and did it. He sold out the room and then his dad said, “Ok, what’s next?” What came next was a series of small business ventures which grew into the business he has now.

Steve is passionate about his food. He refuses to compromise on quality at any stage of the process. “Gravy and meatballs are made every day. There are no vats of anything sitting in my walk-in”. When you go to his resto you HAVE to try the house made mozzarella;fried golden brown and topped with “sauce”, it’s just fabulous! Everything on the menu is taste tested by Steve personally. If he wouldn’t eat it at home, it doesn’t go on the menu, no matter how trendy it might be. He shared that he doesn’t care for sea urchin or salmon and they won’t ever appear on his menu because he personally can’t taste test them for excellence. Steve’s food isn’t fancy; it’s family style and fun. Eating his food was just like eating at my mother in law’s table. The pigs’ feet and pork braciole tasted so much like hers that my husband wanted to pick up the feet and eat them with his hands to get every glorious bite off the bones. If you ever had a good Italian American friend and got to eat at their table, that is what Steve’s food is all about. He says that the best compliment anyone can give him is “this tastes just like Mom used to make”. That’s what he is striving for. He is very smart in that he is not trying to please everyone, but he is trying to make the best Italian American food he knows how to make from the silky gravy, to the flavorful meatball to the al dente pasta.

Lamb Bolognese

Lamb Bolognese

The World Famous Meatball

The World Famous Meatball

And Steve is not just passionate about his food, but feels responsible for his food. When you go to a Martorano’s and he is in house, you won’t find him touching tables, glad handing and visiting in the dining room. You will find him in the kitchen, working the line (not expediting) and taking personal responsibility for each dish that enters the dining room. That dedication to his craft is part of what earns him respect from his line cooks. All too often when you go to a celebrity chef’s resto, they are NOT the ones cooking your food, even if they are in house, because they are too busy posing for pics and greeting the guests. If Steve is in house, don’t be afraid to ask to say hello though. He makes time for his guests frequently and invites them into the kitchen for a photo opp or to give them the chance to chat. At Vegas Uncork’d he was front and center at his booth, personally serving everyone and thanking them for stopping by while posing for pics. And of course he was his gracious, welcoming self throughout. His trademark “Yo, Cuz!” could be heard as he greeted people immediately making them feel like family in much the same way his food does.

Steve working the line where he is most comfortable.

Steve working the line where he is most comfortable.

The menu is not extensive, it’s very approachable. The thing that triggered me into laughter, out loud, in the restaurant was Steve’s personal quotes on the menu about his food, no substitutions – “don’t break my balls” – and how you either “get it” or you don’t. Clearly, I got it, because I enjoyed everything about my Martorano’s experience, from the ambient swing music to the movies on the flat screens to the food itself. And take note fellow restaurateurs; while the lighting was dim in the restaurant, I didn’t need to whip out my flashlight phone app to read the menu, it was backlit. A small detail for sure, but one I absolutely appreciated.

Despite all of his success, two cookbooks, five restaurants and a recent segment on Jimmy Kimmel (above), and other numerous TV appearances he still feels like a bit of an outsider. He doesn’t like to be called CHEF even though he runs a kitchen. He feels he is just a neighborhood guy who cooks. He admittedly admires top tier chefs and what they do, but he feels he is not like them partially because he is self-taught.  His humble beginnings and his self-effacing manner make him immediately likable. He acknowledges he “lucked into” everything. Being a restaurateur was not a dream of his. Unlike other restaurateurs and chefs who KNEW this business was their destiny, Steve had no vision of this being his future. He started cooking to pay the bills and to stay out of trouble and in some ways feels he stumbled into success. “I don’t know another guy [in this industry] that came from literally nothing and now has five joints of his own. Do you?” Indeed, both lucky and humble.

 

 

 

 

Grow Your Own

Despite what food and travel magazines and the New York Times would have you believe, upstate NY is a hive of farming. Of course there are now trendy Bed & Breakfast spots and boutiques, funky restaurants and charcuterie programs, and all the “farm to table” sound bites you can stand, but that was NOT always the case. There was ALWAYS farming and people feeding themselves off the land. I know. I grew up there. And I can promise you it wasn’t cool or trendy when I lived there.

I grew up in the Hudson River Valley (I could walk to the river from my house) on 20 acres and we grew food, not as a business, but to feed ourselves. As a kid I hated it. The planting and weeding and picking were a pain in the ass when what you really wanted to do was climb a tree, or go into town. We grew tomatoes, strawberries, zucchini (didn’t everyone?), pumpkins, string beans and we even had grape vines. We’d go to neighboring farms and “pick your own” cherries and of course we’d snitch apples from the orchard that bordered our property. I learned a LOT and took that knowledge with me when I married into the military.

The Air Force moved us quite a bit and with the exception of John’s med school years and our stint in Madrid, I have always had a garden. I have ALWAYS grown something to eat. Why would I as an adult, lovingly embrace something I despised as a youth?  Who the hell knows? I guess if I am truthful, I enjoyed watching things grow as a kid, but I hated doing the work. Now I enjoy BOTH. When Jack was small, I wanted him to see food grow, so I planted fun stuff like watermelons so he could see the rapid changes. Now it is second nature for him to hear, “Here, take these shears and go cut me some lemongrass please.”

Lemongrass and Cilantro growing wild.  The white flowers will become coriander.

Lemongrass and Cilantro growing wild. The white flowers will become coriander.

No matter where you live and what size home or yard you have there is something you can grow. Herbs, tomatoes and peppers work great in pots even if you have just an apartment balcony. Check out THIS piece to learn more and get started!  I really like this article because it addresses all of the possible growing options – containers, raised beds and plots. And for those of us lucky enough to have a plot there is info on “companion plants” to increase yield.

If you are nervous, start with herbs. They are relatively easy to grow and they keep insects away, but heed this piece of advice: Mint is a fucking weed. If you plant it in the ground, it will creep into every corner of your space. Trust me, I am speaking from experience. I pull mint out of my garden DAILY! Keep mint in a pot.

Yes, I know I need to weed, but can you see all of that MINT!

Yes, I know I need to weed, but can you see all of that MINT!

I have what I call My Hippy Dippy Garden. Nothing is in straight lines and there is a fig tree in the middle of it (that’s it on the right of the pic above) . Things are planted with wild abandon and I let a several things reseed themselves. My leeks and cilantro/coriander are all wild at this point (you did know that coriander is the seed of the cilantro plant, right?). And no, not everything grows for me. I can’t seem to get turmeric or ginger to grow here even though I had no problem with ginger in Texas. Because I live in the desert, I don’t like to water things I can’t eat, so I put flowers in pots in my Hippy Dippy Garden and they get watered by the irrigation system while the stuff I do eat is getting watered. Right now in the garden I have green onions, leeks, lemongrass, tomatoes, spicy peppers, and several different kinds of herbs. Soon I’ll be adding lettuces and celery and in the fall kale gets planted.

Roses grow in a pot in my garden

Roses grow in a pot in my garden

Enjoy the pics – follow me on Instagram and Twitter to catch more as the garden grows.

Future Tomato

Future Tomato

Baby Pomegranate

Baby Pomegranate. This tree was already on the property when we bought the house. BONUS!

The peach tree is outside the garden. It is drought tolerant and a dwarf, like the fig, so I don't need a ladder to harvest.

The peach tree is outside the garden. It is drought tolerant and a dwarf, like the fig, so I don’t need a ladder to harvest.

Strawberries - see the black hose? Part of the in ground adjustable irrigation system.

Strawberries – see the black hose? Part of the in ground adjustable irrigation system. And of course…more mint.

I Bought a Pig

I love pork. That was not always the case. I have always loved sausage and bacon and some ham, but pork roast, chops and fresh ham were NEVER my faves. John was the exact opposite. When I met and married John he couldn’t stand fish and chicken.  Then we discovered the problem…he had never had it made properly. His Mom knew how to make chicken and fish in exactly 3 ways, all with the same seasonings – baked dry as a bone, broiled within an inch of its life and greasy fried. We figured this out early in our marriage and now he is a sushi lover and eats all manner of fowl with a smile. It wasn’t until about 6 years ago that I realized my problem with pork (and lamb FYI) wasn’t the flesh itself, it was that Mom, bless her heart, really isn’t that good of a cook, but I can’t really blame her. My grandmother was a terrible cook too. The only thing she made REALLY well was pot roast – probably because you are supposed to cook the shit out of it and she was good at that – and all other pot roasts are forever compared to hers. (Moment of Truth – Mom LOVES to bake and cook with the kids, but despises making dinner every night. Her favorite thing to make for dinner is reservations).

As I began eating at multicourse tastings where I didn’t have a choice on the menu, and I started hanging out with chefs and other food writers, I found myself eating all the things that I previously thought I didn’t like. What a revelation to have pork tartare. A mind blowing experience to have a pork chop, cooked barely medium with so much flavor and so juicy that it required a napkin. That had never happened in my youth I can promise you.

So now, here I am cooking pork, stuffing my own sausages, smoking bacon and ham and even curing my own pancetta. And buying a pig…well, part of a pig. Friend John M told me about a family run farm that allows you to buy shares of animals. We went in together on a half pig and it was picked up Friday. Dealing with a family farm that humanely raises and slaughters my food appeals to me on so many levels. I love supporting a small business. I love knowing exactly what’s going in my belly and shopping local when possible is also a big thing for me. While many of you may not think that Utah is local, it’s less than 100 miles from my doorstep and there aren’t a ton of meat producers here in the Vegas Valley that sell direct to consumer.

I have to say, I thought with it being a family farm that it would arrive fresh and wrapped in butcher paper, ready for me to prep for the freezer. NOT SO! It arrived frozen and already vac sealed, saving me a step. We divied up the goods and they are safely ensconced in my freezer awaiting the tender ministrations of me and friends. I have no idea what I will be cooking first, but I am sure with quality like this, it’s bound to taste great.

For more information on Christiansen Farm, check out their website.

While you wait for my next installment, I suggest you drool over these porktacular pics! And if you like them here is a shameless plea to SHARE and /or SUBSCRIBE to the blog and the FB page and follow along on Instagram and Twitter for a first look at what I am eating NOW.

Please forgive the quality of some of these pics – they were before I got my swanky new camera!

Porchetta waiting to be sliced at MTO's Swine & Wine dinner

Porchetta waiting to be sliced at MTO’s Swine & Wine dinner

Cochinita Pibil by Chef Jose "Lupe" Avila

Cochinita Pibil by Chef Jose “Lupe” Avila

Now closed Comme Ca's Brian Howard had Kurobuta pork tartare on the menu for Bacon Day with crispy chicharons.

Now closed Comme Ca’s Brian Howard had Kurobuta pork tartare on the menu for Bacon Day with crispy chicharons.

Charcuterie by the amazing Brain Howard at the now closed Comme Ca

Charcuterie by the amazing Brain Howard at the now closed Comme Ca

VOM FASS Las Vegas Launches Free Whiskey Experience

The following is NOT my content, but the pics are

 

LAS VEGAS, NEV.—Unlocking one’s inner whiskey aficionado is now within reach, right in the heart of the Las Vegas Strip at VOM FASS Las Vegas.
VOM FASS, located at The Grand Canal Shoppes at The Venetian (near TAO), has launched a new, free Whiskey Experience event on ThursdayFriday and Saturday evenings at 7 p.m. At the informal, 45-minute class, guests will learn about various whiskeys from around the world and how they are made, while getting an overview to understand the differences between bourbons, Irish whiskeys and Scotches.

Attendees will have the opportunity to taste one bourbon, one Irish whiskey and two Scotches during the experience, as they learn about various kinds of Scotches, blended whiskeys, blended malts, single malts and the different regions from where the spirits derive.

“In our store every product has a story, including all of the whiskeys,” said Kim Weiss, owner of VOM FASS Las Vegas. “This new program is an opportunity for our guests to broaden their understanding of the wonderful world of whiskey. Each whiskey event evening will be a little different than the next, so we encourage everyone to stop by as often as they’d like. Make it a date night, bring a friend, or keep all of the information to yourself to impress guests at your next dinner party!”

Reservations are not required. Those planning to attend can visit facebook.com/vomfasslasvegas to get specific details on which whiskeys will be featured and discussed.

At VOM FASS Las Vegas, casks of various spirits are suspended throughout the store. All of the spirits are estate grown, most by fifth generation spirit producers. A selection of wines from around the world is also available.

Vom Fass at the Venetian

In addition to spirits and wines, VOM FASS offers a variety of vinegars from Italy, France, Spain and Germany, along with oils including extra virgin olive, nut and seed, health and cooking oils. All of the spirits, vinegars and oils are poured into re-fillable, environmentally friendly bottles straight from the casks.

VOM FASS Las Vegas is open Sun. – Thurs. from 10 a.m. until 11 p.m. and Fri. – Sat. 10 a.m. until midnight and is located at The Grand Canal Shoppes inside The Venetian Hotel & Casino near Tao Asian Bistro and Nightclub. For further information, visit www.vomfasslasvegas.com. For updates on events and unique recipes, “Like” VOM FASS Las Vegas on Facebook (www.facebook.com/vomfasslasvegas).

Guilty Pleasures #6 – Apryl Lyttle

I saved this post for last for several reasons, but mainly because part of what pal Apryl says here has been echoed by The Hubs and several of my friends who were asked to share their thoughts. To quote one friend, “Food is NOT a Guilty Pleasure for me in any way because I apply no moral value to food. It is simply fuel and I don’t feel guilty about eating anything.”

Apryl writes a VEGAN food blog and you can follow her HERE. If you have been following along, you know that I am an omnivore committed to the consumption of flesh, but I will tell you that the chocolate chip cookies in her recipe archives are SO good, had she NOT told me they were vegan I wouldn’t have believed it. Because I adore her so much I am even girding my loins to eat in a vegan restaurant <gasp>. I said I would do something new at least once a month for my 50th year and that might be on the books for April.

So, my dear friend LeAnne asked me to write something about guilty pleasures. I had a hard time with this piece because I don’t allow food or eating to make me feel guilty. I do, however, realize that I have a guilty pleasure when it comes to food, and that’s EATING OUT.

I was raised by poor people, so eating out was always an unnecessary expense, or a treat. It was also a luxury that we could rarely afford, and I still have a hard time warranting it when we go out to eat. Even though we live comfortably now, I always seem to find myself looking at a menu item and thinking “I could make that for the whole family for less than half,” etc. Frugality steps in and spending a week’s worth of grocery money on one meal still hits my head sideways. I’m working on getting over that.

The flip side of being raised to believe “going out is only for special occasions” is that I always feel super special when I go out to eat. I love being around other people, enjoying food, cocktails and the like. I love the amount of time and attention I can give to my family, rather than fretting over the meal, wondering if everyone likes it, and so on. I like that there are no dishes to do afterward (though Sean usually does the dishes if I cook). I like experiencing the flavors that the chefs bring to the table, and potentially learning new ingredients to incorporate into my cooking.

Lately, my most favorite indulgence has been boozy brunches. There’s something LIBERATING about day drinking, and brunch food is my favorite type of food. My favorite brunch spot is Terrace Pointe Café at The Wynn. They offer fantastic brunch food on both traditional and vegan menus, and they also have a $22 bottomless mimosa and bellini option. It’s perfection. And true to Steve Wynn’s taste, the restaurant is stunning. I recommend it to every one of my tourist friends, as it’s truly an experience.

Terrace Point Cafe Mimosa - photo by Apryl Lyttle

Terrace Point Cafe Mimosa – photo by Apryl Lyttle

I’ve also been trying out new spots near my home in Summerlin as well. Mercadito at Red Rock was a great spot, where we dined on the patio on a beautiful Saturday. The food was good, but my favorite thing there was the V-9 cocktail, which was a delicious cocktail of tequila, pineapple, super greens, ginger, and lime. I felt like I was a little good, a little naughty. Tequila for breakfast? Yes please! I’m also looking forward to trying the brunches at Elements, Honey Salt, Marche Bacchus, and Embers.

V9 Cocktail at Mercadito

V9 Cocktail at Mercadito

What’s your favorite guilty dine-out pleasure? I’d love to read comments.

For those of you celebrating holidays this weekend – I wish you wonderful food memories and peace and joy.

Guilty Pleasures #5 – Lynn Moonen

Lynn is my often partner in crime in so many adventures here in Vegas and I look forward to having more shenanigans with her. She spends nearly as much time at my house as at hers and people often ask “Are you sisters?” (FYI – we look nothing alike).

When LeAnne first asked if I wanted to write about my guilty pleasures, my immediate response was to scoff at the idea. After all, I now live alone and I have no one to answer to if I want to indulge myself. It’s only guilty if you have to hide it from someone!

There was a time, as the mother of 2 boys (3 if you count the “was”band), that I had to be creative in stashing a treat just for me. Of course, you never shared that it was even in the house. They all, including the boys’ friends that seemed to have taken up residency, were experts at ferreting out any treat I had hidden for my enjoyment. Moment of truth, I kinda miss those times…but that’s another story!

So…I’ve thought about the guilty pleasure thing and I realize mine has more to do with nature than food. I know that’s surprising to those that know me. For me, a walk in a snowstorm after nightfall; not a Nor’easter blizzard but just a quiet snowfall….when everything is covered and there are no cars on the road. It’s a muffled quiet that’s calm and soothing. When I used to go deer hunting with my Dad and it would be 6:00am (‘cause you had to be there before the deer woke up). I’d be in the woods sitting against a tree and the only sound was that of a mild breeze rustling through the bare branches. It was a quiet and calm found only in the woods. And it has to be first thing in the morning before anything was up and stirring. Many years later when I lived in Key West, I’d to go out and sit on the beach in the morning before anyone got there and I’d listen to the waves lapping on the shoreline. Those were times I would have a feeling of total calm and quiet, free from the little voices of doom and gloom that reside in all of us, and just “be”!!

Sunrise

I no longer live where there are snowstorms (THANK GOD), it’s been more than 30 years since I’ve hunted and I no longer live at the beach…so for me, my guilty pleasure to recapture that feeling of calm and serenity is to take my coffee and sit on the patio first thing in the morning. The best time is Spring when it’s not freezing in the morning but has that promise in the air of a beautiful day. You can hear the birds that you don’t take notice of at any other time of the day. It’s that same feeling of calm and solitude that quiets me and gives me joy….sigh!!!

Ohhh….and ice cream!! Preferably coffee and if it has a ribbon of fudge running through it…pure bliss!!

Saturday will be the final installment in the Guilty Pleasures series. I saved Apryl’s for last because part of her thoughts echo my hubby’s and one of my dear friend’s.

You can follow along with me on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and soon MyFab5. All at @GoodforSpooning

 

Guilty Pleasures #4 – Maureen Kelly

Maureen Kelly is a brilliant friend and makes one of my high school pals, Luca, very happy – every day. More importantly she works in women’s health for Planned Parenthood in Ithaca, NY. Maureen is an avid baker, an adventurous eater and fun drinking partner. I asked her to share her Guilty Pleasures and she graciously agreed to do so.  Enjoy!

So, LeAnne is one of those Forces of Nature. You know, the kind of person who you know of, before you actually meet and you hear about before you’re ever lucky enough to share a drink or a meal with them.  That’s LeAnne and exactly how I got to know her and I’m so fortunate to call her a friend. I am delighted (and profoundly honored and humbled) to be invited into the Good for Spooning blog-world to share my own little riff on guilty pleasures.

So here’s the thing.  I’m not one for a lot of withholding or putting off or not doing because of guilt. I’m not sure if that’s just my over-reaction to the more rigid religious upbringing my folks lived through or perhaps a core element of my being.  I’m thinking it might be the latter. I’m a pretty pleasure focused gal. I see too much shame, fear, secrecy, worry and denial in the world and am pretty well acquainted with the fleeting nature of life (and careers, and relationships, and friendships) that my own brand of pseudo-Buddhism leads to a pretty here-and-now kind of life. And that approach is rather evident in my love of good food, good drink, and a deep love of cooking.

The one challenge this presents is picking but one guilty pleasure to share. So, I’m not going to.  I’m going to go with two of the top guilty pleasures swirling around in my life right now.

One.

Okay. I’m rather fond of nice steak. Really, quite fond. I’ll be honest; I’m a bit of steak-seeker. And I’m pleased to report I’m taking a break from my seeking because I’m pretty set. I found something really special in Manhattan.

You may well know of it, if not, and you’re a carnivore, you really must. (Don’t be fooled by the pull of Peter Luger to Brooklyn, stick with this.) Keen’s Steakhouse at 72 West 36th Street (between Fifth Avenue and Sixth Avenue) was founded in 1885 by Albert Keen.  (You’re going to want to read more bout the storied history of this this place. Click the link above).

Yes, the mutton chops are certainly a thing, but please, walk with me to the Chateaubriand Steak for Two, with Three Sauces. This piece of meat exists wholly as a Guilty Pleasure. And my, does it deliver. It’s price is steep, the mass of perfect top end meat is outrageous how it melts, you will be full, you will be more than sated, and you will need to go back. Oh, and if you’re also a drinker, be sure to try the New York Sour as well. It completes the meal.

Two.

About that New York Sour. I am a committed whisky girl. I go so far as to gift myself a Whisky Advent Calendar every Christmas from the fine folks at Master of Malt. Did you do advent calendars as a kid? They were these excellent thin cardboard calendars that you opened a door for each day leading up to Christmas and it revealed a delightfully small, waxy, tasteless, ill-formed chocolate that when you’re 8 is an utter thrill.

Maureen's Whiskey

As a Big Girl, the whisky calendar operates on the exact same principal but the door you open reveals a dram-a-day of the finest whiskies around.  This year yielded an Isle of Jura 16 Year Old (Diurschs’ Own), a Macallen Amber 1824 Series, and a fine dram of Timorous Beastie. But my newest whisky Guilty Pleasure is right out of Japan. Hibiki Suntory Whisky. Yes. A Japanese whisky that really must be tried. The company started producing whisky in 1923 and has really done something special. It’s blended with malt whisky from Yamazaki and Hakushu and grain whisky from Chita and it matures in plum liqueur barrels. Don’t know if I need to say anything more about it. It’s some smooth sipping, excellent with a stir, and a fine Guilty Pleasure I hope to keep around for a bit.

Life’s pretty short to not do it right.

Cheers.

 

One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.

-Virginia Woolfe