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Recently by Philip Dorwart
Every year my wife and I throw a spring party at the farm with friends and family, just to cook something fun or in a fun way. In years past we've done things such as smoke a couple of 12-hour bone-in pork shoulders or cook a huge paella . . . outdoors. This year we wanted something completely different and decided upon roasting a whole lamb.
Every summer I try to pick a single, go-to beer that will fit most occasions, whether it's a refreshing brew after a day of planting and weeding at the farm or that perfect accompaniment to barbecued chicken and potato salad.
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A few months back I went on my annual muskie fishing trip in northeastern Wisconsin, and we had the pleasure of eating in an establishment with the motto “The liver is evil and must be punished!” With a tagline like that it was an obvious choice for Friday night fish fry dining and drinking.
The artichoke seems to live a half-life in Midwestern America. Many people solely think of it as a semi-pickled vegetable, or something that lives in the ubiquitous artichoke ramekin.
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A few weeks ago my father-in-law, Bryan, asked if I would make head cheese for him because he would have the head from a pig he was buying from a friend. Being the good boy and having a penchant for the stuff, I agreed. Later that week, Bryan called me all atwitter asking if I would meet him in Alexandria so he could drop-off the pig heads with me. I said heads, what do you mean heads? I thought you bought one pig? He began to hem and haw a bit and relayed to me that when he told the boys that his son-in-law was making head cheese the boys all chipped in their pork melons so I could make cheese for them as well! Again, not wanting to be a heel, I said I would come to his house and make the head cheese, in his heated garage.
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