This weekend our metal shop was buzzing with activity, testosterone and beer. Dave and our buddy John were replacing the motor in a bobcat and getting that thing up and running. Our other buddy Bob was here working on setting up some new electrical lines in the shop so that they can all do more manly stuff in the future. Dudes are genetically designed to survive off of beef jerky, canned ravioli and tuna salad. They can do this for days, weeks, even 31 years. But this weekend I wanted them to eat some real food. Gasp! They had been working so hard this whole weekend. But the problem is that we haven’t gone grocery shopping in three weeks. I didn’t have much in the fridge or pantry but I did have some fresh farm raised rabbit! How that is possible, I do not know. I used what I had in the pantry to make a sweet honey and curry oven roasted rabbit. Not all guys like sweet with their meat but I figured since they can ravenously eat this with their hands, they wouldn’t mind.
The wonderful month of May means many, many things. It means endless stressful days of planting in the garden, the first sunburns of the year, a pile of empty beer cans in the trash (and sink. Because for whatever reason grown ass boys will put the cans in the sink but can’t seem to go over 1.5 ft to put them in the trash can. It’s must be some debilitating disease that boys have called “laziness.”). May is also the beginning of grilling season! This is when our meal rotation for the week goes like this: brats, burgers, pork steaks (for fancy guests), leftovers and repeat. I was tired of making the same ol’ burger so I thought I would take the standard burger to the next level. THEN take it to the next level after that! Yes, my friends, it’s the Next-Next Level Burger. A bacon juicy lucy topped with homemade tomato jam, a bacon-onion-balsamic jam and homemade pickled peppers to top it off with. Commence the drooling.
It’s summertime. It’s hot. And I’m hungry. Actually, it’s beyond hungry… I’m hangry. Hangry is when hunger takes over and your stomach becomes very angry at you and you find yourself tearing through the kitchen cabinets and ripping the doors off the hinges. There’s a house full of boys that have been working hard all day so I start to go through my mental recipe rolodex. What do boys want to eat? What do they like? Meat. Cheese. Beer. Grilled things. And that’s pretty much it. And how do you satisfy insatiable man hunger? With man food. Enter the beer cheese burger.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love me some freezer pizza. I love it. Jack’s, Tombstone, DiGornio, I love em’ all. Get in my face! But some times I gotta branch out. Stretch my food legs ya know. There’s a time and a place for everything, and freezer pizza fills many food voids. It’s great for the really hungry, but really lazy, or the really drunk, or really tired. One food void that freezer pizza does not fill, is for the really hungry, but really bad ass. And it just so happens, that’s how we roll (in our minds).
Last week I started a new series all about my adventures in cooking for boys. Last week was all about beef and blue sliders, this week I’m giving you a recipe for the morning after. You know the drill, everyone comes over in the afternoon, drinks well into the evening. Maybe the party moves from the porch to the swimmin’ hole and we gather around a giant bonfire. Maybe there’s another beer run. Maybe a push-up/arm wrestling contest. Maybe that’s followed up by a real wrestling contest. Maybe everyone strips down to their skivvies and jumps in the creek. Maybe an entire handle or two of Jim Beam is consumed. Maybe some Jagermeister as a night cap. Maybe some folks don’t make it back to the house. Maybe they just sleep wherever they fell down. I mean…maybe. No matter how the night goes, the morning always ends up the same… the kitchen is trashed and all of the boys are slowly starting to wake up, and crave bacon like zombies craving brains.
When you live on a farm with a bunch of boys, they’ll probably want to invite their fellow dude friends over. All the time. And you might suddenly realize that it’s Saturday afternoon and you have to feed a small army of hungry boys who eat like they’re pregnant with twins. However, when you’re the lady of the house you don’t have the time to spend all day slaving away in the kitchen. There’s chicken to feed, weeds to pull, guns to shoot, etc. Also, boys will use up every single dish, pot, pan, fork and knife just to make one meal then leave it in the sink. Am I right? When I found out that I was once again cooking for boys this weekend, I had to come up with a solution. So here’s a recipe that I whipped up that will satisfy the craving of a bunch of hungry boys, will allow you to get out of the kitchen and not leave you with a dozen dirty dishes. Enter the beef and blue sliders…