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Korean BBQ Tacos

It all started with a chile pepper. This chile, in fact. The pasilla chile. It met with left over pork belly, one of the beneficial things of doing Charcutepalooza is the fact that you have a few cuts of pork on hand on any given day. Combined with watching too many food shows on the Food Truck craze, it made for an aching desire for unconventional tacos. That desire–and Google–lead me to the Steamy Kitchen and her recipe for Korean BBQ Tacos .

The recipe was modified and ended up being something like this:

For the Kogi BBQ Sauce


2 tablespoons Korean fermented hot pepper paste (gochujang) **I used one dried pasilla chile, pureed with 4 cloves of garlic instead


3 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons soy sauce
1 teaspoon rice wine vinegar
2 teaspoons sesame oil

**I also added two tblspn of minced lemon grass and two tblspn of ketchup.

Whisk all ingredients together until sugar has dissolved and mixture is smooth. You can make this a few days in advance and store tightly covered in the refrigerator.


I pickled some red onion


1 pound cooked pulled pork, cooked shredded chicken **I used my favorite pork belly recipe, adding a garlic, oregano seasoned salt to it.


**I made a pineapple salsa with grilled pineapple, red onion, cilantro, maple syrup, lemon juice and salt.


**I crumbled Ricotta Salata cheese on top, in place of Cotija.

A little on the acidic side but very, very satisfying. The true highlight was the bbq sauce, which I think I’ll be slathering on some wings the next time I make them.

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Bag of Limey Treats pt.2

Just so we’re on the same page, Yorkie candy bar is NOT for girls or women in general. It’s right up there with ‘Men’s Pocky‘ as being one of my favorite gender specific snacks.

Being a lesbian it can rightly be assumed that I enrolled in a few women’s studies classes in college. So, with it once being a major, I immediately delved into the symbolism of and choice of such labeling and gender specific packaging.

“So, if it’s not for women, does that mean that you need balls to eat it?”
“Will this bar contain something that only brave men dare eat like ghost chilies, fermented shark fin or boogers?”
“Are the cows treated with testosterone? Is the wrapper treated with BPA? Will I grow a little beard?”
“Are there no women in York, England?”

What did it all mean? I hadn’t read the ingredient list so I didn’t know the contents outside of the chocolate. And it wasn’t until I peeled back the wrapper and found it to be no more than chunks of milk chocolate that the disappointment set in.

What was this? Where was the man sized fete to tackle? I call shenanigans!! Surely there was meant to be more to it, like the bitter chocolate of Men’s Pocky. But, no. Nothing but plain old milk chocolate from Nestle.

Sure, the flavor was better than a Hershey’s bar, and much less sweet than most Nestle made bars I’ve had, but for all the hype and humor of the bars gimmicky wrapper I expected a bit more from it’s contents. But, in the end, the only thing unique or interesting about the bar was the wrapper.

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