ATE Oct. 3rd to 8th — Meat as Garnish

Ok, this is not an example of meat as garnish. But this was the last of last week's pork shoulder and I felt so bad for the little guy. I couldn't waste him.

How's this? A single strip of guanciale on top of barley, carrots and cauliflower.

Or a single strip of smoked brisket on top of eggplant parmesan?

The brisket on the bbq. Yes, I served everyone a slice and froze the rest.

How about serving more vegetables at Fed dinners?

Ok, so there was a tiny amount of smoked pork with the brussels sprouts. But that was just to used it up, get it out of the freezer, so it couldn't tempt me anymore.

Look at that. Lots of vegetables.

Mid-dinner, Ivor Tossell: "Guys, Steve Jobs just died."

And then everyone got on their phones.

We went through less than one of these roasted tri-tips at dinner. And I made two.

Supremely satisfying next day lunch of (overcooked) roast beef, beets and horseradish.

More leftover beef, with kale.

Another obstacle to my eating less meat, Derek Easton of Sanagan's opening his own shop, basically selling everything that the butcher shop's customers came in asking for, that Sanagan's couldn't accommodate.

Nope. Ontario Charodnnay ad on a bus shelter, I will not be drink it all in.

Pretty front on rare new Chinatown place? But is it a restaurant, cafe, bubble tea shop? They didn't have the advertised beef soup, couldn't tell me what was in it, what type of noodles, etc.

A clean fridge. It's been too long.

Tell my wife.

What's that, beans and eggplant chili?

You want some kale? Tell my wife.

In other Men's Health news, my gym got bought by Goodlife. Already, the music volume has been bumped up, so we can all hear the Zoom Media selections, which include a lot of advertisements.

Remember that pumpkin sauce I made last week? Scallop, pork belly, cabbage and pumpkin sauce.

When I went to Kentucky in May, I bought several bottles of bourbon and shipped them back home, including a sample of Angel's Envy, given to me by the distiller, who I met at a dinner. None of it ever arrived. This week I went to the door to accept a package, which turned out to be a large (suspiciously light) box, containing styrofoam packing chips, promotional material for Angel's Envy and an empty sample bottle of Angel's Envy. Is this a joke?

The New Table arrives. To be continued ...