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April 15, 2010 – Capriotti’s Bobbie Sandwich

15 Apr

10 am

1 bowl of Frosted Flakes

2 pm


medium “The Bobbie” sandwich

medium Coke Zero

There are only three things I know about Delaware; it was our first state, unibrowed Baltimore Ravens quarterback Joe Flacco played college football there and they have a sandwich chain called Capriotti’s that inspires a cultish devotion among some East Coast transplants. What In-N-Out is to us on the West Coast, Capriotti’s is to the Delaware shores. But while In-N-Out will probably never make it east of Arizona and Utah, Capriotti’s is expanding west as if on a Manifest Destiny, sans the Indian genocide. For some reason, there are now 30 Capriotti’s in Las Vegas. This might’ve been the most creative way to settle a gambling debt. Outside of Delaware and Las Vegas though, there are only a smattering of stores in random states. So if you ever wanted to try a Capriotti’s sandwich to see what the hype was about, the odds are that you were shit out of luck.

Lucky for me, two Capriotti’s opened in Los Angeles this past month, so it was high times for me to see what the hype was about. Their signature sandwich is called “The Bobbie,” and it’s essentially Thanksgiving in a hoagie roll. It consists of turkey, cornbread stuffing, cranberry and mayo and it’s EXACTLY what I eat for three days in a row after Thanksgiving. The only difference between Capriotti’s sandwich and mine is that I use sliced bread instead of a roll, and I sometimes like to drench mine with gravy. But most of the times, I also just stick to turkey, stuffing, cranberries and mayo. I could see why people like this place. They actually roast a whole turkey as opposed to buying a packaged enlarged breast that’s been injected with saline solution. The shreds of turkey at Capriotti’s is exactly the same as the one your dad butchered because of his inability to use the electric carver. That instantly makes Capriotti’s meat better than other sandwich chains. I enjoyed my sandwich, considering Thanksgiving leftover sandwiches are one of my favorite things to eat. At the same time, I didn’t love the Bobbie because it’s something I could and did replicate. The only difference is that I could eat this turkey sandwich at any time of the year. I heard Capriotti’s makes a mean roast beef though, and their cheese steak is supposed to be awesome. I also saw someone eating an eggplant parmigiana while ordering and I almost jacked it from him, a la Air Jordans circa 1990. I’m actually impressed by Capriotti’s ability to perfectly replicate a homemade turkey sandwich and I’m willing to give the other ones a try. Even if what they recreated is essentially leftovers.



1 cup of coffee

1 petite vanilla scone

I’m not a huge fan of Starbucks coffee. It’s too acidic for me. What I am a fan of is free coffee, and that’s what Starbucks gave out on Tax Day if you brought a recyclable container. I used my red E! mug from my previous job that I’ve used for almost two years now. I also haven’t cleaned it in almost a year. There’s a lot of history in that mug. It means a lot to me.

10 pm

2 roast chicken breasts

side of white rice

1 glass of water

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Nov. 30, 2009

30 Nov

12 pm

1 turkey sandwich on wheat with cranberry mayo

mashed potatoes

cornbread stuffing

1 can diet Coke

5 pm

1 banana

6:30 pm

2 turkey mole enchiladas

1 can diet Coke

Finally! All my Thanksgiving turkey leftovers are gone. I made it a personal goal to get rid of it before December, and damned if I didn’t succeed. It’s important to set goals for oneself. It gives meaning to life. God, unemployment sucks.

BTW, there was a 0% chance for me to make my own mole sauce. Just because I’m from the same hometown as Rick Bayless doesn’t mean I can inherently blend 23 ingredients into an intricate sauce. I used store-bought Dosa Maria mole paste diluted with chicken stock. It saved me about 82 steps and 36 hours.

11 pm

Happy Endings

2 slices of pepperoni pizza

a lot of popcorn

God damn alcohol! You’ve foiled the cleverest of plans and the best of intentions one too many times. Don’t eat greasy food late at night, don’t text your ex-girlfriend, don’t do coke off a stripper’s chest like Miguel Ferrer in Robocop… but how can I remain angry at you. You’ve been my best friend in times of need. And, you helped me lose my virginity many years back. Homer Simpson said it best; alcohol is the cause of, and solution, to all your problems. As you can tell by the picture above, alcohol only contributed to bad late-night eating on Monday. Thank God I didn’t wake up next to a coke whore.


29 Nov

Happy belated Thanksgiving everyone! I hope everyone gorged themselves this past weekend. It’s the one day where it’s perfectly acceptable to consume 4,000 calories in one meal and have it be completely reasonable. Even homeless people get to eat a lot on Thanksgiving. It’s the one day of the year where people are eager to feed them. They’re screwed on most other days but on Thanksgiving, free turkey and gravy for all. You know who’s the only who don’t get to eat to their hearts content? Vegetarians. But they made their bed. They can lie in it. I feel no sympathy.

Last year, I didn’t enjoy my Thanksgiving meal. You see, my family doesn’t like turkey. They’re indifferent to the taste and hate going through the hassle of cooking it. So last year, we ate ham. Now I like the pig as much as anyone, but on Thanksgiving, I WANT A TURKEY. After our joyful, shitty, Thanksgiving dinner last year, my mom was encouraged by the idea and broached the subject of another turkey-less meal:

Mom: Let’s get another ham this year.

Me: That’s totally fucked, you know that?

No, I didn’t say that. I love my mom and I would never use such horrible words in front of her. Our conversation actually went like this, give or take a few words I paraphrased:

Mom: Let’s get another ham this year.

Me: I was actually thinking we should eat turkey instead.

Mom: But you’re the only one that likes turkey.

Me: I know. But we’ve always eaten turkey before. Beside, you don’t hate it.

Mom: I’ll eat it if it’s there. But we don’t have a turkey and I don’t have anything to cook it with.

Me: Don’t worry, I already bought one. And I got all the equipment already.

Mom: You what?

Me: I bought them on Monday. Don’t worry, I’ll cook it and bring it Thursday.

I had to proactively squash the idea of a turkey-less Thanksgiving before it became a tradition. So for 2009, my family had a proper, traditional meal. Our bird was a 13-pounder from Trader Joe’s. It was never frozen, free-range, and most importantly, pre-brined. It’s been oft-repeated and it’s true; brining makes dry, white breast meat taste better. Hey, it works for Jennifer Aniston (zing!). I usually brine a whole turkey for a couple of days, but it requires me to clear out half my refrigerator to find room for a giant tub filled with raw poultry juice. That’s a lot of beer to clear out and way too much of a hassle. Pre-brined bird? Score.

The turkey cooked OK. Whatever meat thermometer I used was off and registered too hot, probably because I didn’t stick it in deeply enough (insert innuendo here). I also didn’t brown the skin properly because I didn’t uncover the tin foil in time since the bird cooked too quickly. I will say though that the white meat cooked perfectly. I had to cook the dark meat for another 45 minutes after carving the breasts off, but it worked out at as none of the white meat dried out and the dark meat ended up being cooked perfectly at the end. I wish the brine had more flavor besides just salt, but it was still flavorful. My mom, despite being an avowed turkey-hater, enjoyed it greatly. She had thirds. As did I.

I also made mashed potatoes. Every year, my mom tells me not to use so much butter because it’s obscenely unhealthy, and every year I slowly up the amount. Subsequently, she always remarks, “this is the best mashed potato yet.” This year, I got about 35-40% butter, I think. My goal is to eventually get up to 90% like Joel Robuchon’s pommes puree. That’s the secret to mashed potatoes. You gotta do to it like what Marlon Brando did to Maria Schneider in “Last Tango In Paris.”

I also made brussel sprouts and bacon. Brussel sprouts are one of the few vegetables in season right now (green beans are not and an insiduous plot from Campbell’s). They’re also bitter and not that palatable unless it’s cooked with bacon fat. But then, anything is good in bacon fat. I’ll have to test this theory with Play-doh. I made this same dish two years ago for Thanksgiving, and my mom now cooks every vegetable with rendered bacon. Asparagus, green beans, kimchi, it all gets bacon. And you know what? It’s ingenious. It has yet to not taste good. Parents, if your kids won’t eat vegetables, throw bacon in there. Just make sure you limit their servings so they don’t end up like Precious. Otherwise, you’ll have a lot of parenting to do with their low self-esteem and teen pregnancy, and that’s a pain in the ass.

Finally, I made yam souffle at the last second with no marshmallows (I HATE marshmallows on yams. It’s a side dish, not a dessert) and a very basic cranberry sauce because I left my spices at home and was too cheap to buy new ones for one-time use. I never make gravy because separating fat and making roux is a thankless task that blows. And I bought stuffing because, well, I was lazy. And my mom and my brother got their ham, a 6-pounder. So it all worked out at the end and another family crisis was averted. I hope everyone enjoyed their turkeys and had quality family time as well.

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