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Bo Bo Chicken: RIP, Herbert

The day came, when my spoils from the recent New Amsterdam Market would be fully realized.  Tonight, it was time for the Bo Bo young chicken to meet its fate.  Well, I guess it had already met its fate, but it was time to meet a new, tastier fate.  The silky chicken is still in the freezer, waiting to say hello to the oven.  Question, though– how am I going to know if the silky chicken is cooked?  I mean, the meat is black, so what color are the juices?

Anyway, it was time for some roast chicken.  I pulled it out of the chicken, knowing that some preparations would need to be made.  The “buddhist style” chicken come complete with head and feet, as I had already mentioned in a previous post.  Since I don’t have a cleaver, I knew that this could be tough to negotiate.

So I pulled him out of his little plastic cocoon, and he looked me in the eye:

Herbert

I named him Herbert.  Herbert also left his shoes on when he came from the fridge, so from behind he looked like this:

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Then I attacked him with a knife.  It was easier than I expected, but I wrangled his feet off and hacked off his head like a cold-hearted criminal.  It actually wasn’t that bad.  But bone sure is tough to cut through.  As a reward for his patience, I rubbed him down with some frozen pesto that I had made a few months back.  I threw some basil leaves and a few cloves of fresh garlic in his “cavity” (which, as I found out later, had the kidneys wedged in there, which I think actually gave the meat some mineral-y flavor).  I sprinkled some kosher salt and freshly cracked black pepper on him, gave him a little glug of olive oil, and popped him into a pre-heated 425 degree oven.

About 30 minutes into the process, he was getting a deep amber tan.  He looked like one of those lovely ladies from the jersey shore.

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His little hotbox was browning him nicely.  I was really happy with how the skin was getting nice and crispy, and the fat running out of him was pure and clear.  I felt good about this little chicken, even if he had listened to belle and sebastian during his final hours.  About a half-hour later, he was ready to get out of the tanning bed and into my belly.

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BEEEEA-UTIFUL.  Let’s have a moment of silence for Herbert.  He was a simple chicken, and he led a simple life.  He got a simple roasting.  And he was simply delicious.

BG made a little Isreaeli couscous with eggplant and basil to accompany Herbert – they make a lovely pair, don’t you think?

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Herbert the Chicken
Courtesy of Bo Bo Chicken
Chez Bugerboy
8.63 out of 7 cows.

A reason to go to the Seaport

Slow Food NYC New Amsterdam Market

As I have mentioned, today marked the day of the New Amsterdam Market down in front of the old Fulton Fish Market.  Thanks for all of you guys who came out at 5.30am to lend your support and see the BB in action.

You basically  missed the best damned setting up of a farmer’s market that you could have imagined.  It was pretty strange being up a) up at 5.30am and b) being at the seaport at that time.  In any event, the set up was great, and when I awoke from my nap afterwards, it all seemed as though it had been a dream.

The market itself was awesome once populated with all of the local vendors who brought their products to sell– a few restaurants showed up, most notably Marlow and Sons/Diner (BK) and porchetta (East Vil).  Most of the other purveyors were cheesemongers, local vineyards, and a chocolate shop from Somerville, MA (shout out for my peeps at Tufts!).  Fairway was a corporate sponsor and they used their space to promote their selection of breads.  Considering this is about all that they actually make that might be organic or locally sourced, it was probably a wise move.

Some highlights for me from the market:

– Brooklyn Brine: Great pickles, I liked them much better than Rick’s Picks, which was also there.  I just can’t get behind RP.  Even their Phat Beets don’t do it for me.

– The Bent Spoon: This is one of my all time favorite ice cream shops in the world, located down in Princeton, NJ.  They always have great locally sourced ingredients (some from the owner’s and owner’s friends’ yards), and a lot of unique flavors.  If you are ever in Princeton and they have sweet basil ice cream, go for it, it’s awesome.  Anyway, they were representin’.
Bent Spoon NA Market

– porchetta: As mentioned, the East Village pork-house was in full effect, and Sara Jenkins was there putting together mini porchetta sandwiches.  My only complaint was that the crackling didn’t really survive the trip, and was a little bit overly gelatinous.  But, it was great to see her there.

– Marlow and Sons/Diner: The laid-back guys from Marlow and Sons were there, serving up mini ham and brisket sandwiches.  I also just want to add that these guys were really cool and chatting with the crowd, which was pretty much in line with what I’d expect.

Brisket Sandwich- Marlow and Sons

– People’s Pops: Since it was a pretty warm day today, these guys were probably raking in the most business, serving up their shaved ice and organic/local fruit pops.  I went for a lemon-basil shaved ice, which was actually made from a giant block of ice (their supplier is located out in bushwick, if you’re ever looking for a giant block of perfectly clear ice).  BG went for a raspberry frozen pop, which looked awesome (and apparently tasted awesome, too).

– Bo Bo chicken: When all is said and done, this is the only place from which I actually bought anything to go.  The story is pretty simple– they raise all of their chickens with access to pasture, at the foothills of the Catskills.  Then they transport these healthy little chickens down to Williamsburg, where they suffer from death by flannel and skinny jeans.  The facility is USDA approved, and the label says “eviscerated” on it, which is pretty intense.  Anyway, they sell chickens, for a relative bargain ($13 bucks).  For the great taste and local sourcing, I’m more than willing to spend this much on chicken.  And, they even throw in the head and feet, just for good measure.  Thanks!

Now, they sell regular chickens and silky chickens.  If you haven’t seen a silky chicken alive, they look like this:800px-silky_bantamApparently, their feathers are soft like silk.  Not only that, but they also have black bones, skin, AND flesh.  Dead and processed by Bo Bo, they look like this:

Silky Chicken

Needless to say, it’s not quite as cute anymore.  I am really curious to see what this tastes like.  For a mere $5 you could buy the spices to make a Silky Chicken Soup, but I want to taste this thing in its naked state.  I am going to roast it at some point in the near future, and I’ll be sure to post when I do.  I can’t even imagine what it looks like in there, it’s going to taste daring, I can just sense it.

All in, it was a great day at the market, and being a part of it was even better.  Hanging out with all of the passionate purveyors is always great, and with any luck, this small segment of the market will become even bigger.  The food is just too good for it not to.  Check it out next month when it comes back to town.  I unfortunately will be in Paris.  Poor me.  Àla prochaine…

And, two more reasons to be happy today:

– I survived running four miles in the Fitness Road Runners race yesterday

– The NFL is back on air, brining gut-wrenching fantasy football anxiety to its zenith.  One weekend almost down, one 31-point stupid decision already made– shoulda kept Philly defense!

Another Shack for Shakes

Old news by now, since it was released about five hours ago, but the new Shake Shack will be delighting eaters down in NoLIta at the corner of Mulberry and Prince.  I don’t really have too much to say about this, but felt like it was just good for everyone to know.  That’s a cool area, I suppose.  I’ll stick to the one on the UWS.

On another note, has anyone seen anything about this market that I am helping set up on Sunday?  It’s like no other farmer’s market (not to bite from Fairway)  Check it out. It’s intense.  I’m going to be a part of history.  Be sure to include this in my biography on wikipedia.

Ronnybrook Farm lady, where are you?

It’s Wednesday, and that means it’s farmer’s market day.  Selection at the market has been lacking, since all the rain this summer has really f-ed things up.  Tomatoes are still around, and some root vegetables are starting to pop up here and there.  My favorite ground cherries are still around, but the price is going up like oil after an OPEC conference.

I only picked up a few things, since I am not sure when I’m going to be eating at home this week.  I got a few bianca rosa eggplants, some baby arugula, okra, and some baby garlic.  I don’t usually make okra, so that will be an adventure in the kitchen for me.

Having finished off the stuff I got from Ronnybrook last week, I meandered down towards 1st avenue at the market, expecting to see Ronnybrook there.  BUT THEY WEREN’T.  WTF?  Where are they?  Does anyone know?

Also, if any of y’all want to see the burgerboy in action this weekend, I’ll be at the Seaport farmer’s market at 5.30am, helpeing set up.

Didn’t think so.

Market Day!

Also, it’s farmer’s market day!  Since I’m heading out to Long Island this weekend, I was pretty restrained, but I did buy a few items:

– Shishito peppers– Yuno’s Farm, which has actually changed names to Loni’s farm

– Ground cherries– also at Yuno’s.  I could write a whole post about these little guys.  They are great, get some.

– Seven grain bread and chocolate chip cookies and an almond croissant (which didn’t make it alive out of the market)– not just rugelach

– Chocolate Hazelnut AND pistachio ice cream from Ronnybrook Farm.  I chatted up my girl at the stand and got a special discount today, so i’m pretty stoked.  I will definitely be making some chipwiches this weekend.

Anyway, that’s all I’ve got for today.  A bo ssam post will be coming shortly– stay tuned.  And yes, it was awesome.  They always say, “things that grow together go together,” so I’m fairly convinced that oysters live in pig shit.

Oh mein gut!

Das schnitzel has taken over my belly like a blitzkrieg.  BG told me the schnitzel truck was in my ‘hood so I had to get some pounded out fried goodness.  Being that i’m on a health kick, after reading about Wylie Dufresne’s self-restraint, I decided to go with some chicken schnitzel with sides of Austrian potato salad and sauerkraut.

The platter arrives like this:

Schitzel truck lunch at my desk

mmm, schnitzelly

It’s pretty simple, like all good austrian gut-busting food should be.  I didn’t see any lingonberry jam, but I won’t hold it against them.  Did you know that in Austria, the term “wiener schnitzel” is protected by law and has to be made of veal to be called that?

Anyway, it’s the best thing i’ve gotten from a truck in a few weeks, except for myflat screen tv that fell off the back of  a truck.  Check it out.

Schnitzel Truck
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