Sub and Cookies

December 1, 2007

We often crave meatballs. Not the Bill Murray kind, though when I was a kid the rumor was that our camp was the model for the film. I have many of these kinds of experiences: the almost famouses. I could also tell the story of how my parents thought that Bob Dylan’s parents lived down the mountain from them in North Carolina. Years they told the stories of Dylan’s wife working at the local grocery and Dylan visiting every now and then. None of it true. Turns out lots of people have the name Zimmerman. I could tell that story. I could tell of my teenage plans to play guitar outside their house with the hope Dylan might be in town. But I won’t right now.

Instead, meatball subs. It all started when the wife was pregnant. And as I think I have blogged already (but I am too lazy to check), I occasionally try my hand at the meatball sub.

Local Show-Me Farms beef cooked in a tomato sauce and placed on a homemade hoagie roll. “How did you get those slashes in the bread?” the wife asked. How indeed. We actually were down at Show-Me today. I had to buy a five pound brisket for the big holiday family visit. I bought the ground meat earlier in the week. While at Show-Me we also had two breakfast burritos. Nice. After a baby is born, vegetarians become ravenous carnivores. At least, that’s our story.
The sub was enjoyed with a glass of Mikkeller Stateside IPA. I was floored by their Geek Breakfast Stout. So chocolate-y. So rich and creamy. I think I went to the IPA with similar expectations. My expectations weren’t exactly met. This is a good IPA. The commercial descriptions calls it a tribute to the American IPA, and I can see that point. But it has less hops than I usually want. And as good as it is – it is – it didn’t blow me away. Not the beer’s fault. My fault. Taste expectation. Always shoots too quick.

And earlier in the day: Almond cookies! I want to make turrÃ³n, but I am a little afraid of trying my hand at a nougat. Instead, I settled on simple almond cookies.