In this episode of the Drinker’s Table, Drunk Foodz Edition, we explore highly convenient foods cooked on the countertop grill. These are kind of foods that seemingly make themselves in your kitchen late at night, after the drinking is done. The recipes for these foods are often only discerned later, in the morning or late afternoon or early to late evening of the following day. Sometimes the food itself may be forgotten, but the enjoyment was clearly there, and now it’s waiting to be cleaned in your kitchen. Sometimes the Foreman Grill might remain on throughout the evening. The recipes need to be carefully reconstructed from the scene using the powers of observation, combined with one’s imagination and dim memories. These are the Drunk Foods.
Today: The Feastable Foreman with Wendy Mitchell
I had a somewhat obsessive relationship with my George Foreman grill. I think (or hope) it started because of my tiny New York apartments, where using the oven on meant heating up the whole place to ungodly temperatures. Plus, stovetops and ovens are soooo 20th century! A famous boxer inexplicably invented an indoor grill and it’s our duty to make the most of it.
I’m not quite sure when I moved on from the obvious chicken breasts and grilled cheese sandwiches to more adventurous fare. It might have been around the time when I was writing a book about dive bars — coming home tipsy and firing Georgie up because it was the quickest, easiest way to eat.
But even sober, these “recipes” have become my staples. You don’t need a fancy Foreman, just one of the $20 models will do.
Herewith, unexpected treats from a George Foreman grill:
Breakfast
Grill up some Cinnamon Toast. Get a slice of bread, butter it, dash of sugar, dash of cinnamon, slap it on the grill and the contact with the grill will turn the mixture into a nice caramelized topping. French toast also works as well, but I haven’t tried pancakes (yet) — you may have to watch the Foreman tilt with the runny batter. Continue reading
Laughably, The Wall Street Journal‘s Mary Anastasia O’Grady would have you believe Honduras’ widely condemned military coup was all about protecting democracy. 
It’s now day 70 of your adventure. You just missed another 3-day weekend because you don’t see the point in celebrating another day off from a job you do not have. Plus, traffic.
Beer bonged that Bud? Hit the hooch like a hero? Chugged the Chardonnay like a champ? Wet your whistle with Whiskey?
Pasta of your choice. I prefer Penne, Farfalle or Fusilli
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