NFL Bets

So I'm back. Got majorly singed by a push on a big number and got busy at work so needed to take a breather. The Baker Mayfield train is rolling though and I want to cash in. I haven't had time to watch the rest of the league so I'll stay local. Cleveland Browns money line +220 bet is $500 Cleveland Browns +6 (110) bet is $600

Bedtime Stories

Every night that I sleep at home (maybe half a year?) I tell Harper an extemperaneous bedtime story. They always involve our dog Momo and legendary explorer Sir Ernest Shackleton (look him up). I skip all over the timeline, spinning yarns involving them from the Iliad through modern times. She's never busted me on that. Where she has caught me is repeating myself. I am just shooting from the hip with these stories, you see. The formula is simple: I smoke some nice Lebanese blonde hash, pour a martini and lie down on the floor next to her bed. I start with a random country and incorporate the culture and history into an exciting story. We started talking Mexico tonight and apparently I'd covered it before because she cut me off with "You mean when Aztec Chief Axycaxycatl discovered chocolate?". So I pivoted to Belgium and she cut me off with "Didn't Momo eat Callibeaut there?" and I realized my stories mostly really involve chocolate but that's still a pretty good bedtime story.

Old Friends

We were shooting in Chinatown last night and I bumped into a guy I knew in a different lifetime. He's Paesan, or in his words "We're with Mulberry Street". Just did an eight year bit and is back at work running an after hours on the block we were working on. Was good to see him and catch up on old mutual acquaintances. The part that I really enjoy is the circumspect nature of the dialogue. The way these guys talk around everything just cracks me up. "So that guy J is there but I don't know who the hell he is, and he gets a little mouthy with me. I grab him and am about to tune him up which woulda been a real problem because of the bald guy, you know? Fortunately Frankie Cookies steps in and lets me know who he's with so we worked it out, you know? Anyway now he and I have a deal with the shoes so it's all good for everyone."

NFL Bets

I'm going to put it all on record here. Laying bets I would make based on the lines/costs at the FanDuel Sportsbook at the Meadowlands, the closest legal book to me. Cleveland Browns +10 vs. The Saints (costs 120) $500 bet LA Chargers -7.5 vs Buffalo Bills (costs 110) $1,000 bet

Crushing it. Follow my instagram if you ar enot please. Its: #bitemenewyorkcity and it's all food all the time. Or really, all food as often as my lazy ass posts there. Some of it I make myself (like the sandwich above) some of it made by others but all things that I have eaten.

Edit: To make the sandwich, I found a butcher on the Upper East Side (Leonard's, on 2nd Ave) that gets his chicken fresh every day. Had him butterfly and lightly pound a half dozen breasts. Brined them in a sugar/salt solution. Dipped in egg white wash then dredged in mix of Molino Agostino OO grind organic flour, baking powder, garlic powder, paprika, fresh chives and parsley from my garden, salt and pepper. Fried at precisely 375 degrees. Perfection.

I hate to brag but I'm going to. Look at the detail pics of the burgers that I cooked today. They were pretty damn well perfect hamburgers.I've been working on a custom grind with my butcher for a while now and we have it right where we want it. George is my guy. He is the number three slicer at Vincent's Meat Market on Arthur Avenue, the Bronx's Little Italy. Vincent's is an amazing butcher shop. My In-laws have been shopping there for a few generations. It's also the setting of a lovely film you should probably watch called "Marty" starring Ernest Borgnine. It's an old-school spot. There are two dozen cutters working at Vincent's but George is my main guy. He knows how I prefer my meats cut. We worked through the perfect burger blend together. He takes half fatty chuck steak and half fatty short rib plate and three large links of sweet fat pork sausage. He opens the sausage links, grinds it all together in a coarse sausage gauge grind and we form loose six ounce patties. I season them with salt, pepper, dried worcestshire sauce and cook them medium rare

Dad Life

Dad of the Year

My five year old daughter ran up to me at the pool today to tell me that some older girls were being mean to her. Me: Did they hit you or hurt you? H: No Me: So how were they mean to you? Did they tease you or say mean things? H: They teased me Me: So tease them back. Find a flaw and mock them for it. Tell them they are ugly, or fat. Look for the weal spot and exploit it. As she ran off my buddy looked at me and sarcastically said "Wow. Father of the year" So I was incredibly pleased when the kid came running back a while later to tell me the mean girls were now her friends