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20 Aug 18:03

Colts Chandler Harnish Drills FOX Reporter Pam Oliver In The Face With A Football

by Brad Wells
Jjb200

heh heh heh....

If you watched last night's preseason game featuring the Colts and the Giants, you saw the FOX broadcast team (which covered the game) highlight a little pregame incident involving veteran sideline reporter Pam Oliver and Colts back-up quarterback Chandler Harnish.

Harnish was participating in a little pregame throwing session with his wide receivers. On one pass, the ball sailed out of bounds and landed square in Pam Oliver's face!

Video of the ball-to-face moment is here

Oliver was fine. Harnish was sorry. Everyone else laughed their asses off.

It also seems that Pam Oliver will get some flowers out of this:

Would like to take this time to apologize to Pam Oliver, for the bad pass to the face.. Be expecting flowers in the mail soon! #ToughLady

— Chandler Harnish (@C_Harnish) August 19, 2013

Side note: Pam Oliver has always been my favorite sideline reporter. Her and Melissa Stark were always classy on camera.

13 Jun 15:41

SO CLOSE YOU CAN FEEL IT

by phyllis grant
Dream that you forgot to study for your college statistics final.

Wake up to radio news of more tornadoes.

Poke, yank, drag your kids out of bed.

Stare blankly into the fridge.

Calculate that today is approximately the 1,620th day of making school lunches.

Feel totally uninspired.

Find your son asleep on the dog bed.

Marionette him up, whisper into his ear one week till summer one week till summer one week till summer, quadruple-kiss his delicious neck, rudder his body towards the kitchen.

Notice the time.

Abort the kitchen.

Yell out don't worry about your beds or your teeth just put on some clothes and let's get in the car.

Feed your kids a very special in-transit breakfast of BBQ chips, fruit rope, and Altoids.

See the relief in your daughter's eyes when you pull up just in time for drop-off.

Go to the market to buy breakfast cereal, school lunch items, and vegetables.

Walk out of the market with red wine, anchovies, six of your favorite cheeses, apricots, and cherries.

Re-enter the messy zone.

Ignore the dishes.

Make your bed.

Make your son's bed.

Make your daughter's bed.

Ignore the dishes.

Perform a floor-to-ceiling purge of the pantry.

Pick a dozen of the yellow flowers that shoot up every June and remind you of the day your son was born.

Ignore the dishes.

Regret never having written your son's birth story.

Sigh out he's six he's six he's six oh how could he be six.

Almost cry.

Add insult to injury by trying on all of your bathing suits.

Clear your desk to clear your head.

Blaze through dozens of emails to make sure you haven't missed out on a teacher gift, a birthday party, a memory book, a let's-do-soccer-in-the-fall push, a trophy presentation, a we're-done-with-kindergarten party.

Rant we are ruining our children with all of these celebrations and making them feel too special and we need to let them be ordinary once in a while.

Distract yourself by thinking about what you're going to do with the apricots and cherries.

Feel the magnetic pull of your kitchen.

Realize when you bite into a firm apricot and then a lackluster cherry that you've jumped the gun a bit on summer.

Broil half of the fruit with olive oil, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, thyme, and ricotta.

Bake the remaining fruit into an apricot, cherry, and brown-butter crisp.

Groove to the extractive and color-enhancing properties of salt, sugar, and heat as they transform the apricots into tart and fluffy pillows and the cherries into a sticky sweet jam.

Rejoice that it's not even noon and fuck yeah the beds are made, the pantry is summer-ready, dinner and dessert are cooked.

Blast some music.

Do the dishes.

Do the dishes.

Do the dishes.

Sit back down at your desk.

Sip your coffee.

Float your way back to that sunny Saturday morning in 2007.

Remember your daughter holding your gaze, gripping your hands, swaying right along with you during those first few contractions, repeating you can do it mama you can do it mama you can do it mama.

Smile.

Write the story of your son's birth.


BROILED APRICOTS AND CHERRIES WITH RICOTTA AND THYME

printable recipe
serves 4-6 as a side dish

12-15 apricots
15-20 cherries
1/2 teaspoon kosher salt
2 tablespoons olive oil
2 teaspoons balsamic vinegar (thick if you have it)
4 sprigs fresh thyme
3/4 cup ricotta or fresh goat cheese (or both!)
1/3 cup chopped parsley

Preheat broiler to high.

Halve and pit the apricots. Halve and pit the cherries (use a cherry pitter for a bit less of a mess). Place fruit in a baking dish. Sprinkle with salt, olive oil, balsamic vinegar, and thyme. Toss to coat. Broil (not too close to the flame) until tender, gooey, juicy, and just starting to brown, maybe even blacken along the edges (about 15 minutes). Remove from the oven and tuck spoonfuls of cheese around the cooked fruit. Broil again until cheese just starts to brown. Garnish with chopped parsley. Serve immediately with grilled bread and  a green salad. 

APRICOT AND CHERRY BROWN-BUTTER CRISP WITH VANILLA-LEMON SUGAR
printable recipe
serves 4-6
If you have any extra vanilla-lemon sugar, it's delicious dissolved into warm milk (says my daughter).

for the vanilla lemon sugar:
4 tablespoons granulated sugar
1 teaspoon lemon zest
seeds scraped out from 1/2 vanilla bean

for the fruit:
12-15 apricots
15-20 cherries

for the crisp topping:
1/4 cup flour
1/2 cup rolled oats (not quick cooking)
1/2 cup finely chopped walnuts
1/4 teaspoon kosher salt
6 tablespoons unsalted butter
4 tablespoons brown sugar

To make the vanilla lemon sugar: In a food processor, pulverize the sugar, lemon zest, and vanilla bean seeds for 30 seconds. Set aside.

Halve and pit the apricots. Halve and pit the cherries (use a cherry pitter for a bit less of a mess). Place fruit in a baking dish (it's okay if it overlaps a bit). Sprinkle 2-4 tablespoons of the vanilla lemon sugar all over the fruit (up to you how sweet you want to go). Let it sit for at least 30 minutes.

Preheat oven to 350°F.

Toss together flour, oats, walnuts, and salt. Set aside.

In a medium-sized pot, melt the butter. Let it foam up a bit and then settle back down. Watch carefully. Remove from heat just as the milk solids start to brown at the bottom of the pot. Stir in brown sugar. Add the flour/oat/nut mixture. Mix until just combined.  

Distribute the crisp mixture all over the top of the fruit. Press down firmly. Bits of fruit might poke through a bit. That's okay. Bake until the crisp starts to bubble around the edges and the top is golden brown (about 40 minutes). Serve right away with ice cream, whipped cream, créme fraîche, or yoghurt. It's great for breakfast.
23 Apr 22:19

Bourbito

by rpartin
Jjb200

Recommended for weekend afternoons and, um...right now.

Now that the sun is shining on a semi-regular basis, we are excited to get back into light warm-weather drinks.  The bourbito has been on our radar since the fall and now seems the perfect time to give it a try.

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Bourbito
3 oz. Bourbon
1-2 Orange slices with rind
4-5 Mint leaves
Splash Club soda

Place orange slices and mint leaves in the bottom of a highball glass or medium Mason jar and muddle gently.  Add the bourbon and club soda and stir to mix well.  Add a generous number of ice cubes and garnish with fresh mint if desired.

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This drink is super refreshing.  Orange and bourbon are well-known accomplices, and the mint oils add a cool, tingly feeling.  The club soda adds a nice touch of carbonation.  This is a recommended drink for weekend afternoons.

18 Apr 20:09

Chandler Harnish And Matt Hasselbeck Wager Over Who Gets To Wear No. 8 For Colts

by Brad Wells
Jjb200

Colts Antics!
I never get to post these. :)

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New Indianapolis Colts quarterback Matt Hasselbeck has worn the No. 8 for twelve seasons. However, 2012's "Mr. Irrelevant" draft selection for the Colts, quarterback Chandler Harnish, also wears No. 8. In fact, he's so attached the the number, he uses it in his Twitter handle: @CHarnish8.

When it came time for Hasselbeck to pick a number, he seemed resigned to going back to No. 11, which he wore his first two seasons in the NFL when he was a back-up in Green Bay behind Brett Favre. Going back to No. 11 seemed appropriate now seeing as Hasselback's stint in Indianapolis is primarily to back-up Andrew Luck.

However, rather than just allowing Harnish to keep the number, Hasselbeck set-up a wager.

Harnish is from Bluffton, Indiana. Apparently, he is into this thing we Hoosiers are known for liking, called "basketball." Hasselbeck wagered Harnish that if he could hit a half-court shot, then Hasselbeck would give Harnish $8,000 while Harnish surrendered his No. 8 to Hasselbeck. If Harnish missed, he kept his No. 8, but was denied the money.

How did this play out? Here you go:


From the angle, it seemed as if Harnish's foot was on the line, but since Hasselbeck was staring right at his feet when he shot the ball, I don't think it matters much.

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SPOILER BELOW!!!

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Harnish drilled the shot. Hassebeck is No. 8. Harnish is No. 5 and $8K richer.

We discussed last month how Harnish's relationship with Hasselbeck would be a critical component of Harnish's development as a quarterback. Fun activities like this wager and trick shot are a very good start.

03 Apr 13:10

Easter Sorbet Punch

by twelvebottles
Jjb200

Gin Pineapple Sorbet, you ask?

“We don’t stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing.”
– George Bernard Shaw

As an only child, I have always attached enormous significance to holidays.  Without siblings or extended family to help create a festive mood, I tend to go a bit overboard.  If one Christmas tree is good, wouldn’t two be amazing?  And why have only one pie at Thanksgiving when I can make two – or even three?  But Easter, well, as an adult, Easter has always stumped me.

Leaving religion out of it for a minute, this is really the only holiday that is purely for children.  As adults, we share presents at Christmas, on Halloween we give out candy and dress for parties, on St. Patrick’s Day we raise a glass.  But Easter.  All that egg coloring, and hiding, and hunting.  All those jelly beans and bunnies and baskets.  Oh my.

The older I got, the more I felt a certain childhood longing every time Easter came around.  I wanted to go on egg hunts and dress up for Easter brunch. I dreamed of excelsior-filled baskets brimming with bunny bevy.  But, as an adult, you sort of have to play it cool at Easter.  Easter is for the little ones.

When my son finally came along, it was a mind-blowing, life-altering experience. Any parent will tell you that a kid changes everything.  What they don’t tell you is this – when you have a child, holidays rock.  I now have carte blanche to decorate with abandon no matter what the time of year.  Our holiday “tree” has a special place in the living room where it stands ready for the seasonal switcheroo. Right now, not surprisingly, it’s decked out in hanging eggs.  (You’re wondering about Cinco de Mayo?  Got it covered – a blow-up cactus (no jokes please) and mini-piñatas.  Olé!)   With my son here, I can act like Martha Stewart on steroids all in the name of being a “good mother”.

Have I taken it too far?  Maybe.  Does my kid appreciate it?  Probably not.  But the truth is, it’s fun — and fun is something that is often forgotten in the midst of adult worries and woes.  And I suddenly realized that the sense of “childhood longing” I was feeling was really just a desire to inject a bit more fun into my life.  Instead of all work, I just wanted a little bit of play.

Even with all the perks of adulthood, do we ever really want to grow up?  I don’t think so.  Perhaps that’s one of the reasons for today’s obscene commercialization of holidays.  Sure it’s gone too far, but, subliminally, it’s tacit permission to not only embrace the celebration hook line and sinker, but to do it like the kids we all used to be.

Which brings me to… punch.  At 12 Bottle Bar, we are obviously big fans of the stuff.  We’ve done more than fifteen posts devoted to various “punches”– from the brunch stalwart Brandy Milk Punch to the pirate favorites Bumbo and Grog to our own non-alcoholic Halloween tipple, the Poison Apple.   Punch is great for a party, encourages socializing over the bowl, and isn’t as alcoholic as a cocktail.  It’s also history in a glass, being the “original” mixed drink long before the cocktail and its brethren came on the scene.

Like all drinks, punch was of its time, a drink that invited long hours lingering over a communal bowl.  As David Wondrich says in his definitive Punch, “It’s not Punch if there’s nobody to drink it.”  But, times changed, people got busy, and standing over the punch bowl looked more like loitering than socializing.  The single-serving punch begat the cocktail and the rest is history.  Folks could now shoot down their booze with efficiency. The allure of punch was lost until recently when bartenders and cocktail mavens came back to their senses and realized that punch is overflowing in merits, the most important of which is – fun.

It’s the “fun” part that concerns me today.  Who among us doesn’t have a childhood punch memory?  Perhaps it’s the “fruit juicy red” flavor of Hawaiian Punch with its appalling 5% fruit juice.  Or, maybe Kool-Aid on a hot summer day.  Or, perhaps you were the wild child who spiked the prom punch bowl.  Whatever your moment, if it’s about punch, it’s got to be good.

For me, it’s those fizzy sherbet concoctions that seemed to be reserved only for birthday parties and holidays.  My favorite was lime sherbet with 7UP, the sherbet bubbling up as the soda hit it, creating that  perfect combination of citrus and sugar.

Historically, the latter potion really isn’t so far removed from some of the original punch recipes.  Switch out the 7UP for Champagne and you’ve essentially got a Champagne Punch.  And the classic Punch à la Romaine combines citrus juices with frothed egg whites, freezing them to create a sherbet-like component to the mix.

So here we are with Easter fast approaching and the need to booze it up.  We wanted to create an Easter punch that combined the best of both worlds – the indulgence of youth (fizzy sorbet) and the privilege of adulthood (boozy goodness).  And we wanted something a bit unorthodox, not just the standard “punch in a cup” recipe, but rather a palate cleanser that could lead us to dessert.   Our Easter Sorbet Punch — a combination of gin, pineapple juice, and mint syrup in frozen form nestled in a pool of Champagne — is something of a deconstruction, but one that works.  Should you be so inclined, a non-alcoholic version requires substituting 7UP or ginger ale for the champagne and, of course, leaving the gin out of the sorbet.

The result, we think, is a wonderful marriage of Easter flavors. But more than that, it satisfies our inner child, the need to be playful even when the weight of adult life intrudes.  This Easter, why not, make some punch and channel your inner Peter Pan?  And, if you think you’re just too sophisticated for this tipple, think again.  As Casey Stengel said, “the trick is growing up without growing old.”

Gin-Pineapple-Sorbet

1 cup Water
1 cup Pineapple Juice, strained
1 cup Rich Mint Syrup (see below)
6 oz Dry Gin
Yellow food coloring

Non-Alcoholic Sorbet

1 cup Water
2 cups Fruit Juice, strained
1 cup Rich Simple Syrup (2 parts sugar dissolved in 1 part water)

1. Stir together all ingredients to gently combine.
2. (Optional) Add four or more drops food coloring to achieve desired brightness.
3. Transfer to a non-reactive container and freeze until frozen
4. Scoop the frozen mixture into a blender and blend until smooth
5. Return the mixture to the freezer container and freeze until needed

 

Rich Mint Syrup
Cover a handful of fresh mint leaves with rich (2 parts sugar, 1 part water) simple syrup.  Leave to stand, covered, overnight.  Remove leaves.