Every Sunday I make it a point to do nothing. Nothing but sit around all day until the late afternoon when I can finally do what it is I’ve been waiting to do while doing nothing all day: hit the grocers and shop for my one and only weekly sit down meal; A chance to put to use my skills and studies as a culinary undergrad.

Yesterday I gave free reign to a friend of mine to go ahead and write up the menu for that days fare.  Now, this friend of mine, she’s a recent transplant from a little town in Leez-e-ana. So, of course, she wanted something rich.. a lil’ potater salad.. “Maybe somethan with chicken or some bacon.. and greens..yeah, and corn. I love corn on the cob.”

Sounds like your quintessential, straightforward, Sunday-kinda meal, right? Fire up the grill, get out the red and white checkered placemats and table dressings, maybe toss up a volleyball net or dig out a few horseshoe pits..

Problem is, I don’t have a grill.. well at least not anymore [who would of thought it’s against building code to keep a mini grill in a high rise apartment that doesn’t have access to a terrace? Humpf.]. I threw out my set of checked placemats last week after seeing Paula Deen use bright yellow ones at her picnic cookout. And as I stated before, I live in a high rise. So, I don’t have room to stage any sort of equipment that requires a large space for grown adults to partake in a competitive activity. Unless of course you count the large square thing that occupies the majority of my kitchen and doubles as a beer pong stage.

Even though the whole ambiance of a cookout wasn’t in the cards for the night, I still couldn’t bring myself to just broil a few potatoes, caramelize a bit of bacon, then throw them in a bowl, slap some mayo on ‘em and serve it with a fresh ear of corn. Instead, I took the opportunity of using the ingredients of a good old fashioned barbeque, a tasty beverage, and made an attempt at showing Kristin what we’re all about here in this great city.

With a vague sense of what she wanted: the tater salad, and the absolute necessity which I had in mind: a nice, cold, preferably tall beer, we set out for the market.

An hour and a half later we returned with several bags of food, as well as approximately fourteen different colors of nail polish- apparently what she would be doing while I prepared our Sunday meal.

I got the potatoes, the chicken drums, the greens, bread, and fresh fruits and vegetables. Everything chosen with the utmost care and pre-meditated thought after the first purchase was made- three bombers of a beautifully crafted triple-style golden ale hailing from Chambly, Quebec: LA Fin du Monde. If you haven’t had this stuff yet I suggest, not walking, but running to the nearest beverage depot and picking up a “few”. Not only do I love this stuff on its own, I thought it would serve as a pretty solid pairing for the essential ingredients of what the boss, excuse me, the lady, had in mind for the night.

Just like wine, when pairing beer with food the number one rule is body to body. Neither the wine or food should hold to dense a punch compared to that of, not only the main component of the dish, but the sum of it’s parts as well- always complimenting instead of out-shining.

La Fin du Monde is a brilliantly coloured, malty, very fruity, silky textured beer. It also holds a fair amount of effervescence and sits at 9% alcohol.  In my opinion, it’s medium across the board [excluding the alcohol content]. Which means that since the two main components of this dish –preparation wise- were to be the chicken, served off the bone and torn, and the potatoes, cut small with a large amount of surface area, the flavours of the dish would have to pack a punch, but also be pretty light on their feet and quick to compliment.  Hence putting a quick and heavy sear on the chicken to make sure and caramelize the skin good and deep- ensuring maximum flavor retention. As well as a slight char and richness on the potato squares via a little butter tossed in at the very end of sautéing. Both essential in the grand scheme of things.

La Fin also has a very fruity nose and profile with a great amount of grapefruit to it. Here I thought the ripeness of red and yellow cherry tomatoes would be an appropriate fit; comparing to the fruit profile, while contrasting that of the underlying floral aromas in the beer. As well as freshly squeezed grapefruit and orange juice to toss the greens in, which would compliment the acidity.

“Don’t forget I want cheese on something, ok?!” Kristin yelled from the other room “I love cheese, you know this.”

Kristen wanted cheese, so she got cheese. I told her it was something “I wasn’t planning on doing because it could possibly de-feng shui the dish.. but would do it anyways because that’s what she wanted.” Why’d I do this? Because if I pretended to toss one her way now then later I’d have a ‘for instance’ of how I’ve recently shown my selflessness and therefore have a better chance of sneaking the remote from her and watching the new episodes of Curb Your Enthusiasm and Entourage instead of re runs of the Bad Girls Club all night- her personal favorite.

Let’s not kid ourselves here, guys and gals. I was obviously planning on using cheese somewhere within this dish because, honestly, who doesn’t love cheese? Plus, the acidity and body of the beer would be used here to cut through the mozzarella as well as the richness of the cranberry sauce [a late addition to the soiree], and play off the saltiness of the seasoned corn and thick cut prosciutto I substituted in place of the bacon.

“Is it ready yet?” she yelled again for the third time in twenty minutes “I’m done painting my nails and I’m hungry now..”

“Yeah, it’s ready.” I responded, setting her plate down on the table, and cracking open a much needed beer “Here’s your pulled chicken-potato salad with extra cheese. Welcome to Chicago.”

Great beer, good food, interesting company.


– GM

About The Woodward Spine

The Woodward Spine was the brainchild of Michael Fossano and Jeffrey Buck, two Royal Oak, Mich. natives who met nearly 10 years ago while attending the now-defunct George A. Dondero High School. It seemed fitting for the two Wayne State University alums to craft an outlet to help continually refine their writing skills, while also serving as a trusted source of information for the metro Detroit community. The Woodward Spine aims to inform its readers about relevant news and events through creative and informative posts not only by Mike and Jeff, but other upstanding citizens as well who are driven and proficient in these core areas: news, opinion, entertainment, history, sports and development. The Woodward Spine serves the tri-county metro Detroit area, however concentrating mainly on the communities that lie along the Woodward corridor.
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1 Response to Sundays

  1. Nicole says:

    YUMMY!!! looks soooo good!

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