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That moment you discover that banana guacamole is actually REALLY GOOD. . . #Shopsin #NYCdelis #shopsinsgrocery #EatMeCookbook

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When you wake up in the morning and it's snowing, and you live off grid, in a town of population 40, and you ask yourself: "What am I in the mood for, for breakfast today?" Your inner voice answers: "You know what *I* want? I want New York City *diner food.* And not just diner food, but *lunch* food. Yes! A huuuuuge salad like you find Shopsins! With all kinds of stuff that's been on the grill crisping up tossed with mounds of lettuce and dressing!" "But wait," you say, "... you live off grid, in the south, in a town population 40 nowhere NEAR New York City and the closest grocery store is 30 minutes away!" Your inner voice is wise: "And THAT'S why you keep a stocked pantry, honeychile." WELL OKAY THEN. . . #EatMeCookbook #Shopsin #ShopsinsGrocery #deli #newyorkdelicatessen
The first duty of everybody in life is to realize that they're a piece of shit. Selfish and self-centered and not very good. You're willing to sacrifice 20 thousand people in another country just so you can go to a Wings concert. You sacrifice the lives of a hundred thousand Chinese female babies just so you can rent this f'ing camera and do your stupid art project. No problem! You're a piece of shit. Once you realize you're a piece of shit it's not so hard to take. Because then you don't have this feeling that you're a good person all the time. And let me tell you something, feeling that you're a good person all the time is like having a brand new car with no scratches on it. It's a real responsibility which is almost impossible to live up to. Being a piece of shit and then occasionally doing something that's good and true is a much easier place to be. I think that's really important and I always try to raise my kids to understand that they're not that terrific. And that not being that terrific, that's okay 'cause most people who say that they're terrific, Bill Clinton, Cardinal Egan, anybody you want to talk about, they're not so terrific. Martha Stewart, they're not so beeping terrific either. And there's nothing wrong with being not-so-terrific. In fact, it's what the whole ballgame is about, being not-so-terrific... and accepting it.
- Kenny Shopsin
The world makes all sorts of weird sense now.
I'm really not that terrific.
Obviously. But thx for pointing it out, Shopsin.
Here You Go
Any kind of story, I guess, has to be this way. Â The teller has to get out of the way of what he's telling. Â He has to represent the story he's written, rather than it him. Â The toy maker can't keep tinkering with the device once he's slid it across the counter to us, because then the very first impression that that thing makes on us is one of an unfinished, imperfect thing, and even if or when the creator stops working on it and lets us take it away it won't help, the damage has already been done, the toy is no toy but an aborted work in progress. Â We are one with the disappointed maker, a member of his misery. Â We are his antagonists, and we are our own antagonists. Â We feel dull achy pressure from somewhere. Â We have here in our hands what we've just bought from him, and all it is is one more miserable thing bred of an imperfect ambition. Â "Once he's slid." Â Once he has slid. Â "Has slid." Â Is that wrong? Â Sled--no. Â Slidden. Â Slide-...-ed? Â No. Â I don't know. Â "Has slid." Â O.K. Â Sorry. Â Okay. Â I'm all done, sorry, here you go.

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What's the best thing on the menu?
"When I read that, I think: Why would you give a shit what the best thing on the menu is? Maybe you don't like the best thing on the menu. Maybe the so-called best thing is deep-fried yak brains, and maybe, just maybe, deep-fried yak brains don't appeal to you. Why don't you just order what sounds good to you? Well, I already know the answer. It is because people are afraid of being mediocre, of being ordinary." -Kenny Shopsin
Post 1- Half Book Review Half Recipe. A good start.
I’m in the middle of reading a book. The book was given to me by my friend Dave, who for the few weeks before heading out on a three month trip to Europe has been staying on my couch (really how I got the book is immaterial, but it seemed like a good way to introduce what would otherwise have been a boring paragraph). The Book is titled Eat Me: The Food and Philosophy of Kenny Shopsin.
Kenny Shopsin is crazy. I’m sure he would volunteer that, so I don’t feel too awful writing that about him. Kenny is also brilliant (I submit as evidence this mention of Alain Ducasse, legendary French chef, loving his food: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/10/12/magazine/12food-t.html). If you want to know about his restaurant, read that article. I’m talking about the book. Focus.
When Dave gave me Eat Me, I flipped around and read some of the recipes. I kept that up for about two hours. In between bits of brilliant cooking are lines like “as far as I’m concerned, bread and garlic are the essence of life” and “[it] has a nice, fluffy texture to it, like nipples when you suck on them” (both quotes, incidentally, are from the same paragraph- pg. 135). Basically, this book is amazing and hysterical.
Kenny’s Brilliance Exhibit B: pg. 90, which recounts the history and recipe for Mac n Cheese Pancakes. In case you chose not to double back and read that again [you lazy bastard], I’ll repeat: Mac n Cheese Pancakes. Allow a moment for that to sink in.
The recipe is simple. 1- Make pancakes. 2- Before you flip them, put cooked macaroni on top, followed by shredded cheddar. 3- Flip. Serve with maple syrup and hot sauce. The link above has a more in depth recipe, which the diligent among you may have seen by now. If you need any more instruction, I think there’s a video on there also.Â
I’m going to ask you a favor now, which will take a little more willpower for some of you than others. Whatever you thought about my description, try it. Don’t leave out the syrup or hot sauce.Â
Congratulations. The rest of your life is now different. I’m sure you, like me, pity anyone who hasn’t eaten these.
The most sinful burger on Earth
The other night, I wasn't feeling up to cooking. So I decided to see what treats might be in store for me in Chelsea Market. I headed over to Dickson's Farmstand and went for the 80/20 burger. They stopped offering this treat last fall just when I was ready to pop my burger cherry. I had been eyeing it for a week or two once they put it back in the meat case and knew this was what was for dinner.
I am a creature of habit. I will hear something once, then assume it will always mean or refer to the same thing, like with Sweet Breads for example. Prior to that fateful night a few fall's ago at Essex & Delancy, my only contact with anything called sweet bread was some sort of doughy bread that was sweet, like Mallorca Sweet Bread from Puerto Rico (or some Starbucks, so odd!) or Mexican Sweet Bread. So yes, I was a bit confused how it fit into the dish, but I dove right in. Right into a calves pituitary gland. I've never been the same since.
I'd heard of an 80/20 burger before, and it meant 80% lean, which is ideal for a burger according to one of my hero's, Kenny Shopsin:
So I got three since we were having Frankie over for dinner.
Gorgeous... Each one weighs 1/2 lb and they are only $5 each. I snagged a nice square piece of NY Cheddar from The Manhattan Fruit Exchange and some soft sandwich buns from Amy's Breads. I like to get a nice square piece so I can cut my own cheddar slices. I hate that crap from Kraft.
When I tossed those bad boys on my very hot iron skillet, I realized something special about these burgers. These were not the burgers Kenny was talking about, not by a long shot. If we has smell-o-vision, you'd be able to get the full picture of what I was experiencing. A slight smokey, porky accent to the beefy mist coming from the burgers hinted that once again, I was dead wrong.
80% grass fed beef, 20% smoked pork belly (aka bacon)
I found that these needed about 6 minutes a side for medium rare. They were on the thick side and I held back from pressing down on them like a Diner cook. Once flipped, I put a slice of cheddar on each burger. I prepped the rolls with some amazing honey balsamic mustard that I also picked up at Dickson's. Tossed down a few slices of avocado on top, then smothered that with the burger.
Finish it off with a thick slice and a side of roasted potatoes. Sinful, delicious, worth every calorie!