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Fumare Meats

Gypsy and Danish Bacon, Boiled Ham Sandwich - Fumare Meats

Cold meat on bread is a staple of mine. Oh sure, there was a chunk of my existence where I needed sandwiches warmed in some fashion, either via a conventional oven or one of those toaster oven things like you see at Potbelly. But I live in the now, which are simpler times, and cold meat on bread is usually what’s for lunch.

I’m not talking just any cold meat on bread. I’m talking the Gypsy & Danish Bacon, Boiled Ham sandwich from Fumare Meats in the French Market. Check out that picture and tell me it’s not a thing of beauty. At Fumare Meats they do it right so many different ways that it may take a few posts to sort through them all. And if you work in the loop and you’re not making multiple trips a month to the French Market, you’re missing out.

From what I can tell, here are the ingredients:

  • Gypsy Ham
  • Danish Ham
  • Boiled Ham
  • Lettuce
  • Tomato
  • European Butter
  • Roll

They give out spicy mustard on the side, which I add prodigiously.

There are a few keys to the sandwich. First, the roll is chewy but fluffy on the inside (I think it’s a ciabotta). Chewy enough that you have to hold it strategically when you get to the ends so the ingredients don’t squirt out the side. I’ve had this sandwich maybe 20 times in the last few years and every time the roll has been perfect. They may buy them from someone else in the French Market the day of. They’re always fresh.

Second, the ham is flavorful but not overpowering. You get a hit of bacon flavor so you know it’s there, and it’s enough to augment the boiled ham, but the meat doesn’t star in a sandwich like this. This sandwich is a symphony, no single ingredient will blow you away, but everything works together perfectly.

Lastly though, if I were to pick a star, I’d go with the European butter. If you look closely just underneath the lettuce, you can see a thin layer of butter. Butter? Yeah, butter. They just say butter on their menu, but when you ask them they refer to it as European butter, which, I’ve heard, is popular in Europe. It finishes off the texture of this sandwich perfectly. You have the chewy bread, the cold meat, the crunchy lettuce, the spongy tomato, then the dense creaminess of the butter. Amazing for such simple ingredients.

It’s a $7 sandwich and worth every cent.

So this thing is great, but there’s more. Don’t even get me started on the pastrami done in the Montreal-style. We’ll save that for another time my friends, another time.

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Tunnel Blanket – This Will Destroy You

This group was one of my earliest forays into instrumental rock along with Explosions in the Sky (EITS). I first started dabbling in this stuff during my music renaissance about seven years ago (that’s when I discovered Pandora). I no longer actively pursue new music via Pandora because it had such a one-time broadening effect on my musical tastes that I can discover stuff on my own via friends now. Or, ah, via Amazon.

Yep, this album popped up in a targeted add from Amazon during a $5 sale and I just clicked “buy with one-click” like a fool. I’m not disappointed that I did so because it’s pretty cool stuff, but it was probably a superfluous buy. By that I mean that it will sit in my “instrumental” playlist which I’ll shuffle often when I’m working. It won’t hit the regular album rotation.

This group hit me when I started putting EITS into Pandora after seeing the movie Friday Night Lights. This Will Destroy You (TWDY) started popping up consistently, as did Pelican. I bought TWDY’s first album called Young Mountain. They’re just about all instrumental but a little more funkier than EITS. They layer in some digitized background sound behind the guitars, drums, and keyboards. They also toss in some vocal stuff. It’s not necessarily background vocals, it could just be people talking (I even once thought I heard a death metal style grunt).

It’s difficult to pick out a best song. That’s just not how I listen to most of these instrumental-only artists. I rarely pay much attention individually to songs unless it’s Pelican. I have plenty of instrumental stuff to last me for awhile so I need to be more selective in the future.

Cool note: these guys are from San Marcos, Texas, a neat small town about 50 miles northwest of San Antonio. I’ve actually been to this town before and had some great doughnuts at this little shop called Dixie Cream Doughnuts. I’m just keeping track of my doughnut life. That’s not too abnormal, is it?

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Revolution Brewing

Revolution Brewing Brunch
I often partake in what I think many refer to as the “classic American breakfast.” It consists of two eggs, a hunk of meat, some potatoes, and a grain of some sort. It usually runs about 1200–1500 kcal and can easily satisfy two meals. The problem many have is that it doesn’t contain much innate sweetness, so if you need a sugar fix, you have to get a side of pancakes or wrestle with the cheap, plastic, single-serving packs of Smucker’s jelly. Neither of these are good options; the former because it’s just too much and the latter because it’s just not enough.

Revolution Brewing has figured things out. They’ve addressed this problem to near perfection. The grain of some sort is a fluffy biscuit and if you throw on some of the syrupy, fruity concoction that they serve in a little chrome sauce cup your sweetness cravings are satisified. Not too much, not too little, just right baby.

It’s all there in the picture above. That’s two eggs over easy, a sausage patty, fried potatoes, and the biscuit thing. Not bad for $10. Great stuff, but only one of the many reasons to visit this Logan Square gem. There’s beer. Lot’s of it.

I grabbed a beer since it was after noon and it was a holiday (NYE). I ordered a golden lager or IPA, unfortunately I can’t remember which and I don’t have the ability to tell by looking at it. I’m colorblind when it comes to browns and oranges.

Gail and I did try a little something special. We got a tasting of the B.A. Baracus, their Russian Imperial Stout aged in bourbon barrels for a year. It’s intense. I’m not a liquor drinker at all and I don’t particularly like bourbon or whiskey, but I found this sort of drinkable. I need to try it again, knowing that it could lead to a bad place. I dabbled in coffee back in the 90s by starting with cappuccinos and lattes, and now I’m a black coffee addict. You can see the parallels, not good.

This place is conveniently located on Milwaukee Ave just south of Fullerton. The 56 Bus goes right by it and it’s near the California Blue Line stop. You know what, if you have three hours and you’re stuck at O’hare, this would be an awesome quick trip. It’s a unique place in a cool Chicago neighborhood. In fact, I’m going to start tagging things with ORD layover so I can accumulate ideas for people stuck at O’hare for a while.

It’s bright and modern with a cool logo. I find myself raising my fist in defiance for no reason at all. I will be back.

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Dangerously Delicious

We officially have a trend in the stand-up comedy industry. Louis CK started it with his highly successful Live at the Beacon Theatre show that he released on his own and Aziz Ansari has followed suit. He released Dangerously Delicious for $5 a few weeks ago and I grabbed it after seeing an article in the NY Times. This trend shows no signs of stopping. Heck, I’ll buy the Jim Gaffigan show soon.

I buy these because I love the delivery model, which circumvents big media companies and eschews digital rights management. Oh sure, I also like stand-up comedy, but not really enough to actually go to a comedy club. In fact, I had never even heard of Aziz Ansari before that NY Times article. Evidently he’s on some TV show kind of like The Office, that’s all I know.

It was funny stuff. Not Louis CK funny, but pretty funny. It’s profane and rude, on par with Louis CK in that respect, so beware. It’s pretty sophomoric, Ansari is young and does a lot of self-deprecating stuff about dating and technology.

I do struggle with his method of incorporating other people into his routine. He uses his Cousin Harris, a friend named Brian, and miscellaneous unnamed people as a vehicle for some of his humor. This doesn’t always work for me. I keep thinking, are those people real? Did that really happen to him? Because it would be really funny if it did, but not so funny if it didn’t. He does mention his Cousin Harris in the credits, so maybe they are real.

Louis CK incorporates others, but not in the same way. It’s more about himself so it seems a little more genuine.

It’s still great stuff. Ansari mocks racism a lot and that makes for some really funny bits. That’s the best way to criticize racism I think, make fun of it with humor. He has this nailed.

Nice job. Definitely worth $5.

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A Murder of Quality

Oh yeah baby, this is George Smiley number two. I’m so close to Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy I can taste it. Yet it feels so far away because this book isn’t what I expected. It’s basically a murder mystery as opposed to the spy novel I was expecting.

Smiley is retired and gets a call from a friend about a murder at an elite boarding school. He gets on it right away because that’s what Smiley does, he figures stuff out, right away. In that way, he’s not much different from many spy novel heroes.

But Smiley, considering his outward appearance, is not your average spy novel hero. Le Carre, in fact, goes through great pains to portray him as overweight, clumsy, and downright ugly. I felt this in the first book, but not quite as acutely as in this book. Here is a passage describing Smiley scurrying up an escalator on his way to a meeting:

The descending escalator was packed with the staff of Unipress, homebound and heavy-eyed. To them, the sight of a fat, middle-aged gentleman bounding up the adjoining staircase provided unexpected entertainment, so that Smiley was hastened on his way by the jeers of officeboys and the laughter of typists. (pg 134)

That’s rough, almost mean. Le Carre also brings up similar sentiments when discussing Smiley’s ex-wife, a socialite who ran out on him and seems to have made a mockery of Smiley. This novel is set in his ex-wife’s childhood home and there’s a particularly cruel exchange with a socialite who, not acknowledging that Smiley is the actually ‘that Smiley’, makes note of how “quite unsuitable” the match was.

But the guy is competent. He’s a genius and has an admirable amount of spareness and frugality, in both his thoughts and actions. Here’s an example:

It had been one of Smiley’s cardinal principles in research, whether among the incunabula of an obscure poet or the laboriously gathered fragments intelligence, not to proceed beyond the evidence. A fact, once logically arrived at, should not be extended beyond its natural significance. Accordingly, he did not speculate with the remarkable discovery he had made, but turned his mind to the most obscure problem of all: motive for murder. (pg 92)

All this, I think, makes Smiley into an endearing, vulnerable, highly competent hero who I’m expecting to dominate Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. I’m just fired up for the book movie/combination sometime in 2012.

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The Hunger Games

After this movie, I left the theatre and went to a bar a block away and sat down just as Louisville and Kentucky tipped off in game 1 of the Final Four. It was as if the movie never stopped.

If you’ve been living in a cave without electricity, you may not know the plot of The Hunger Games. Here it is: To atone for their rebellion, each year twelve downtrodden districts send two kids (boy and girl) to play a death game in a stadium-like setting until only one kid survives. The state rigs it for maximum entertainment value, the elite watch and cheer because they think it’s glorious sport, and the kids do it for free because they have no choice or because they fantasize about the fame and fortune that only one kid can achieve.

If you’re still in that cave without electricity, you may not know the plot of the NCAA Tournament either. Here it is: To make money for big corporations and keep college costs low (jk), each year hundreds of educational institutions vie for the chance to send their basketball team to a huge tournament played in stadiums across the country until only one team is left. The not-for-profit NCAA and the TV networks commercialize it to maximize profits, people who can afford cable and have lots of leisure time watch and cheer because they think it’s glorious sport, and the kids do it for free because they have no choice or because they fantasize about fame and fortune attained only by a few.

So I rebelled. I watched the NCAA Tournament at PJ Clarkes, drinking Guinness and shoveling mini-cheeseburgers, chicken quesadillas, and warm cinnamon cookies with caramel sauce and ice cream down my throat. What I’m saying, silly, is that I rebelled against the depressing feelings brought on by The Hunger Games, not against the injustices done to college athletes.

After I got past the self-loathing, I had a constructive discussion about the movie with my wife. The conversation ranged from comparing it to Star Wars, to asking “What is happening to this world?,” to “hey man, The Road Runner had plenty of gratuitous violence.”

The movie prompts some good discussion.

It was enjoyable and it made me think, but I thought it was just an okay movie. It felt a little slow at times and the characters didn’t engage me for some reason. I didn’t read the books and I went in with very high expectations, the death knell for any movie for me. I did think the ending was cool and I liked the political undertones a lot.

I don’t know why Gail and I decided to see this. It’s basically the same genre as Harry Potter and the Twilight stuff, isn’t it? We had no compunction to see those whatsoever, yet The Hunger Games was on our screen from the get-go. Is it just a little more adult than those mentioned? Were we affected by the overt and subtle media push? Or is it just a better story? I’m going with the better story route.

Anyway, I’m looking forward to discussing it with my nieces.

Further reading:

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Bustin’ Up The Joint Live – Michael Katon

I have a friend who’s passionate about Michael Katon’s music, I mean really passionate. I like that. Passion! We need more of that in this world. I asked him what the best album to listen to would be if I wanted a sampling of the man’s music and he suggested Bustin’ Up the Joint, a live album cut at Howard’s in Bowling Green, OH. My buddy’s description was something like, “It’s blue collar blues with some boogie.” I had no idea what that meant.

Know this, I’m not very familiar with the blues. Many refer to Katon’s music as blues-rock, a sub-genre that brings the blues a little closer to my musical tastes. Hey man, my musical tastes are pretty broad. I’m a heavy metal fan at my core, but I like plenty of rock, classic rock, prog rock, easy rock, alternative, pop, hip-hop/rap, house, and classical music. Check out the list, I’m pretty well-rounded. Huh? Right?

Thanks for noticing. But the blues? I don’t own much, unless you consider The Black Keys… No? You’re right, their stuff nowadays is a little too refined to be called blues. Aside, The Black Keys seem to have overtaken AC/DC as the official band of TV sports intro/outro music. Squirrel!

So let’s get back to this term “blue collar blues with some boogie,” I had no idea what that meant. Nothing. But man, he was right on. Right on.

How do you like that short, repeated, non-sentence tactic I employed in the last para? Please give me your thoughts on that. Thoughts. Please.

I’ve been trying to simplify my life lately and this album embodies that spirit. The stripped-down beauty of a drummer, bassist, and lead guitarist/vocalist (Katon) from the Detroit area, playing at a small venue, in a midwestern college town (BGSU), had a big effect on me. My buddy says he was there the night they recorded this. It just feels right, and tangible, and it sounds great. Also, I’m not polluted by any studio sound because I’ve never heard any of his studio stuff.

It’s starting to make sense why both Adele and Pelican have struck such a big chord with me over the last few years. They also have aspects of stripped-down and simple. Adele sounds great without any electricity and Pelican makes great music without any lyrics. And both sound great outside of the studio.

Over the last month I’ve listened to Bustin’ Up the Joint in it’s entirety at least five times on long car rides during business travel. It’s really relaxing, for some reason. The lyrics may have something to do with it, blue collar is right. Let me give you a flavor.

Right of the bat, from the first song Rip It Hard, in throaty vocals:

Been all day since I seen my honey
been working ten hours tryin’ to make that money
slaving all day just to earn a dime
now it’s five o’clock and it’s party time
I’m gonna rip it hard

From the same studio album, No More Whiskey:

I drank enough whiskey to make a young man blind
boogied so hard then I lost my mind
no more whiskey
I don’t need no whiskey
living gets risky
when I drink that whiskey

Then there’s Get on the Boogie Train, which I think is one of his most popular. It has a bunch of somewhat familiar bluesy guitar sections and prodigious use of the word boogie. Three of the songs have the word boogie in the title, he uses the term in his lyrics often, and it describes some of his style. It’s a technical term folks, so don’t take it lightly. During this song he also wraps things up, thanks the audience, introduces his band. I love hearing that.

Yeah the boogie train
runs right on time
taking that load of boogie on down the line
ya know it never stops rollin’
catch it if you can
ride that train together
down to boogieland
get on the boogie train mama
ride it on down

After reading Guitar Zero, I’m trying to pay more attention to guitar tracks, bass lines, and arrangements, but I haven’t made any progress. I read that Wiki entry on boogie and I can’t make sense of it. I can tell that Katon is a serious guitar player and I can tell that I like it, but I can’t tell you why (not an Eagles quote). I have to do something about this, I know.

I’m on it.

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Downton Abbey

Okay, we got us a live one here folks. I harken back to my first foray into this particularly British examination of society and it’s multi-faceted skewering of inequity: Sense and Sensibility. My wife dragged me to that movie and I had very low expectations, but I enjoyed it. Now, I go into any Brit period-piece with raised expectations, expecting to be surprised and moved, even if only the spirit of Jane Austen is at the helm.

And deliverith did season 1 of Downton Abbey. In fact, it exceeded expectations.

The normal cast of aristocrats are there; the eldest sister destined for spinsterhood, the benevolent father, the mean sister, the hot sister, the snobby grandmother, the ugly suitor, the handsome suitor, etc… But they freshen up the whole thing with a deep dive into the underclass. In other words, you get a lot more than just the loyal butler.

Screen time is probably split 50/50 between the wealthy family lucky enough to inherit the beautiful country estate and the pack of maids, footmen, servants, and butlers who keep the place running relatively smoothly. It has a soapy feel, but it’s more like a soap opera on steroids. There is such fertile ground for intrigue and tension when social mobility is impossible, even within subclasses of subclasses.

It’s set just before WW1, so the Brits were beset with internal and external struggles; European powers were settling in for war and the political fervor to grant more rights to women and undo the British aristocracy was high. Women’s rights were the same as in Jane Austen’s time, despite that fact that there was electricity, the telephone, and the machine gun. This issue of women’s rights is especially important because the featured aristocratic family has no male heirs.

Yep, that’s some serious drama.

My wife and I watched this together on Netflix streaming over a period of about four weeks (it’s about 7 hours total). It helped us break in our Apple TV and eased us into our first month without extended cable. That’s quite a transition and I’m not sure it will last. But we are doing up Bleak House next, so we’ll see.

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Guitar Zero

Impulse buy alert! It was such an impulse that I can’t even recall what actually prompted it. I’m interested in brain health, lifelong learning, and rock ’n roll, so there’s a prompt in there somewhere. I’m certainly getting forgetful in my old age.

Here’s the gist of the book; a psych professor named Gary Marcus takes a sabbatical to learn to play guitar, testing on himself the notion that it’s way more difficult to learn technical stuff late in life. When I say late in life, I’m talking about maybe forty years of age.

Awesome book. What a cool guy.

I’m forty five and I’m worried about my brain. I can tell it’s struggling, which is a bad thing, because I’m already not very smart. Logic problems that used to be easy, aren’t. Things I used to remember, I don’t.

But I’ve also made progress. I feel like I can relate disparate sets of knowledge better than I’ve ever been able to. From an emotional standpoint, I feel like I’m more open-minded and thoughtful than ever.

But is it too late? Am I past my “critical period” of learning? Am I destined to be a dumb guy who sits around all day watching TV? Should I just get used to people shaking their heads in disgust when I spew profanities towards them after they tell me something that doesn’t comply with my world view?

I hope not. Marcus gives me hope, and I’m starting to take action. Here’s what he says about “critical periods” as they relate to language:

The more people have actually studied critical periods, the shakier the data have become. Although adults rarely achieve the same level of fluency that children do, the scientific research suggests that differences typically pertain more to accent than to grammar. Meanwhile, contrary to popular belief, there’s no magical window that slams shut the moment puberty begins. In fact, in recent years scientists have identified a number of people who have managed to learn second languages with near-native fluency, even though they only started as adults. (Kindle loc 84)

Note, “near-native fluency” is really, really hard.

Studies do abound that show how much more efficient it is to learn complex stuff at a young age, but is age a factor? Is it the only factor?

If kids outshine adults, it’s probably not because they are quicker to learn but simply because they are more persistent; the same drive that can lead them to watch the same episode of a TV show five days in a row without any signs of losing interest can lead a child who aspires to play an instrument to practice the same riff over and over again. (Kindle loc 1433)

Aha, so now we are getting to the heart of the matter. The more I look into it, the more evident how flimsy it is to use the excuse of “I’m old” for being stupid. In fact, at some point people will respond to my “I’m old” comments with, “Nope, you’re just lazy and close-minded with no drive.”

That will hurt, but it won’t crush me. In fact, it may push me to try and build more gray matter. That’s what it’s all about – increasing your gray matter by learning new stuff. Your physical, emotional, and intellectual selves all act the same way, use it and it gets stronger, and better, and faster. It may not even matter what that use is, be it learning music or otherwise.

People develop more gray matter when they develop skill in music, for example, but gray matter has also been shown to increase as people learn to juggle or learn to type. (Kindle loc 519)

There is a lot of rich stuff in this book about your brain. It’s a great mix of Marcus’ personal experience matched up with scientific studies. Marcus does some wonderful work here and I’ll eventually read a few of his other books.

The psychological parts of this book are very rewarding. That’s not all though. I haven’t even touched on the musical aspects yet, which are just as rewarding. This book has re-invigorated my respect for music and makes me want to learn more about it. I won’t go to the length of picking up an electric guitar and trying to learn some chords, but I am going to start paying more attention to things. I just want to be able to at least entertain the thought of thinking about music like Marcus began to after learning to play guitar:

I also understood the music I heard vastly better than when I’d begun the project. I could pick out bass lines, recognize different drumming patterns, and tell what techniques different guitarists used. I had developed a sense of arrangement and how different songs were put together. (Kindle loc 2882)

I don’t know for sure how I’m going to get there. The problem is, time. There’s not much of it. Being able to take a one year sabbatical would be nice.

In the interim, I’m trying to integrate things that improve my cognitive well-being into my everyday life. This blog is a good example from a couple of angles. The setup and administration of it is unfamiliar territory, requiring research and application of new skills/knowledge. Additionally, writing is outside of my comfort my zone, and anything outside of the comfort zone is a cognitive bonanza. On another front, I’m changing my running style from a heel-strike to a forefoot-strike. It requires a ton of concentration to retrain an important mind-body connection which has been in place for thirty plus years. It’s like learning a new skill. Plus there’s a lot of support for the cognitive benefits of regular exercise.

These items really don’t take any incremental time, but may not be adequate. At some point, I need to learn another language, take another vacation to a foreign country, and/or add a new sport to the mix (XT50 is actually helping already I think). This stuff can’t wait until retirement, for sure.

Well, that puts a lot on my plate. That’s gotta be good for my brain.

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Aripo’s

Arepa Domino from Aripo's in Oak Park

Folks, we’re taking a trip south and discussing one of the most important food items in my life. It’s called the arepa and it’s near and dear to my heart. In fact, I get choked up just thinking about it (taking a moment, thanks). This food item has done two things: strengthened my marriage and brought me closer to my brother-in-laws. In general, it signifies the positive power that food often has over me.

In the Chicago region, they rock this food item at a small storefront in downtown Oak Park called Aripo’s. Pictured is the Arepa Domino; an arepa sandwich stuffed with black beans and cheese. Simple, beautiful, nutritious. It does me right in so many different ways. I love sandwiches, I love black beans, I love downtown Oak Park, and I love indie, single-storefront resties where the owner cares about serving high value foodstuffs.

I could stop there, but I wont. I feel like reminiscing.

My wife recalls the exact day we first tasted an arepa. She dreamily recounts sitting in my sister’s place in Miami and having arepas with scrambled eggs. My sister learned to make them from my brother-in-law, who was born and raised in Bogotá, Colombia. My wife was so smitten that she went out and bought some Harina P.A.N. white cornmeal and started making regular batches daily, for weeks, and weeks, and weeks. That’s what she does.

Then we got serious. My sister taught us about Don Pan, a Florida restaurant chain and one of the greatest fast food places in the history of mankind. It’s a must-visit venue when we go to South Florida. In fact, we always haul back at least a six-pack of arepas. They keep well.

Oh, how great would it be to have something like that locally in Chicago… at least the savory food, lunch-style portion of it?

Enter another brother-in-law of mine (who lives in Oak Park, IL). He says one day, out of the blue, “Have you guys ever had an arepa? We have a great arepa place in Oak Park.”

We couldn’t get out there fast enough. We love the Oak Park downtown and Aripo’s has catapulted it to the number one downtown in Chicagoland, in my humblest of opinions, with a bullet (High Fidelity reference). I always get the Arepa Domino. I bet there are only a handful of ingredients in this thing. It’s basically corn, beans, cheese, and spices. And it’s a lot of beans, and they’re steaming hot. The arepa is crispy and firm but soft on the inside. I could live on this.

So that’s the story. We share a lot of arepa-love inside and outside of the household with the relatives. The arepa is a special food item and Aripo’s is a must visit.