Archive for May, 2012

May 20, 2012 – I can’t believe it took me a week before sitting down and writing this.

Attending a food truck bazaar has been a lifelong dream of mine. Well, it has ever since I heard about an event like this a couple of months ago. Yet I still ached at the thought of playful little trucks pumping out dishes like chicken and waffles, Korean tacos, brownie cheesecakes and gourmet popsicles.

On a humid Sunday evening at the Fashion Square Mall in Orlando, I immediately noticed a random parking area far away from the mall bustling with activity. Massive amounts of cars and people flooded the scene, and in the middle sat well over 10 bright and shiny food trucks. My giddiness could not be contained.

I parked and quickly discovered this was not just a bazaar. It was a festival of the appetite. People treated it like a college football game by setting up chairs, blankets, umbrellas and anything else to form a more comfortable eating environment. The tailgate party was underway.

Entering the ring of trucks, knowing where to start served as a problem. Yet my body eagerly began walking from truck to truck looking at all of the menus out front of each vehicle. Some were actual trucks, others were trailers or another type of small compartment. When the Treehouse Truck grabbed my attention, my tummy started to tickle with excitement. The very first item on the menu: the Luther Burger which used Krispy Kreme donuts as its buns.

Although I did one lap around all of the trucks, I briskly skipped back over to the Treehouse Truck and ordered up one Luther Burger and some of its seasoned fries. The wait was short but brutal, and when I took ownership of my dinner I found a spot in the shade and stared at it in amazement. Could this really be happening?

Unfortunately my brain decided to function, and I only thought about how I was about to destroy my insides due to an already high cholesterol level. I somehow picked it up and could feel my fingers glaze over. The first bite rumbled around in my mouth and the only things I could taste were the donuts. It was as if the burger, cheese and bacon did not exist. I took my second bite and my taste buds had the same experience. This occurred all while my brain kept telling me to stop, so I attempted to compensate with some surprisingly delicious fries. That made matters worse.

I halted progress on the burger with two bites left. I will not try this again.

I left knowing I just cut a few days off of my life. But I also wondered what happens to the food trucks when they stop cooking up disturbing heaps of fat. I would like to think they all convene in a happy barn where they play cards at night and soak up some adult beverages. The thought of drunken food trucks make me smile.

What You’ll Need

A mind that will embrace some crazy food. And lots of napkins.

The Steps

To make it from home:

1)      Buy two Krispy Kreme glazed donuts.

2)      Cook one burger. Add cheese and bacon.

3)      Put it all together and eat.


April 28, 2012

Deep down I always enjoy my parents doing some shopping for my poor little soul. I may say to them that they should not spend their hard-earned money, yet it makes me feel a tad special when they give me some attention. I am the middle child after all.

During my father’s first trip to Florida in about five years, he and my mother took me to Super Target. The spending spree to fill Brian’s stomach had begun.

Now I always make sure to keep my kitchen stocked with lovely edibles, yet my parents completely filled it thanks to their journey through the Target aisles. Dad decided it was a neat idea to buy me a cooked, refrigerated rotisserie chicken. While he let his mouth water, I skipped over to the bakery to find a loaf of three-cheese semolina bread, which I scooped up since I had a $1 off coupon.

Five days passed before I managed to attack the chicken. However I did not want to just simply reheat it in the microwave. So I drizzled some olive oil over the bird and I popped it in the oven for 15 minutes. I then stripped away the white meat (all while nibbling at the wings). I decided to shred it up and mix half of it with Sweet Baby Ray’s – the best BBQ sauce sold in grocery stores – garlic salt, pepper and rosemary.

While the chicken got happy with its new friends, I toasted two slices of bread before adding the chicken and some Swiss cheese to the top. The combination melted together after placing a lid over the pan, and I transitioned it over to my plate to build the sandwich.

The result was out of control. Whether it was the BBQ sauce, the garlic or rosemary, each bite offered a unique texture for my taste buds. What sparked my happiness was the choice of bread. This sandwich likely would not have appealed to me this much if I simply went with a hamburger bun or something similar. A strong, flavorful bread produces interesting results. Either way, I washed it down with Labatt Blue Light and a smile formed on my face for quite some time.

After inhaling, I went back to the second half of the chicken and instead of BBQ sauce, I sprinkled it with oregano and added shaved deli ham. It was not as appetizing as my first try, yet it still paid off since every crumb was in my stomach.

What You’ll Need

Rotisserie Chicken – Already Cooked (Either Hot or Refrigerated)

Olive Oil

Three Cheese Semolina Bread

Sweet Baby Ray’s Barbeque Sauce

Garlic Salt



Your Favourite Cheese

A Beer

The Steps

1)      If the rotisserie chicken is refrigerated, heat oven to 450 degrees. Use non-stick spray on bottom of a pot, and place chicken inside. Drizzle olive oil over the chicken and heat uncovered for 15 minutes.

2)      When cooked, tear off white meat as if you’re making pulled chicken.

3)      In a bowl, mix chicken with BBQ sauce, garlic salt, pepper and rosemary.

4)      Butter both sides of the bread and toast it on the stove.

5)      When the bread has a minor crust to it, add chicken to the top of both sides, add a layer of cheese and cover so it melts.

6)      After a couple of minutes, build the sandwich.

7)      Enjoy with your favourite beer.