Vic's Pizza!

Adam and I took a drive down to the beach this past weekend.  Perhaps I've spent too much time in the Northeast and too little at the Jersey Shore to realize that we are not known for seafood and that I should no longer equate the ocean with seafood, or at least when it comes to New Jersey.   We settled on Vic's Pizza in Bradley Beach, just on how it looked from the outside.

I still stand by what I said about pizza, and how it's mostly disgusting and a thick congealed mess, but this is pizza done perfectly right.  This was an amazing mini-pie.  Sometimes when you order a mini-pie from a regular pizza place, it's even worse than the regular pizza.  Totally not the case at Vic's, where they do thin crust pizza, make their own sauce and their own dough.  

The mini-pie below is their special with cheese, sausage and peppers.  Adam has already suggested going back in the next few weeks.

And I got my seafood.  Mussels over linguine, scampi style.  So much garlic, so amazing.  Linguine was a little bit more cooked than I would have preferred, but I'd order this again, and I probably will.

Pizza is disgusting.

Regular pizza is fucking atrocious.  It may satisfy some desperate need the moment you stuff your face, but it is disgusting and you feel even worse after eating it.  To say I feel the same after eating a bag of potato chips would be a monumental lie because I would never feel this way after downing half a family-sized bag of Herr's sour cream and onion potato chips.

And if this blog could ever really sway from food related topics, I would want to touch upon how deeply I feel about the racism and ignorance, and the difference between the two and how they can tie very closely to one another and have terrible consequences on people of color and minorities - but perhaps I could always tie that into ethnic food which is very widely accepted today (oh wow, which one of my white friends can say Korean BBQ?) and wasn't so much when I was in middle school, and then tie that into which of my white friends would get oh so touchy when I would address this subject with them.

Welcome to food and culture, everyone.

Macaroni and Cheese

I've posted about my sort of disdain for pizza as junk food in Milkshake Busters, because it kind of grosses me out.  Grilled pizza is not included in regular pizza - because it's not the same.  The dough is considerably thinner and crispier.  The sauce is typically light or just consists of a few tomatoes.  The cheese is delicately scattered on top, and tends to be fresh mozzarella, instead of that disgusting congealed pile of goop.

This brings me to macaroni and cheese.  Kind of like pizza, maybe even more of the disgusted, congealed pile of goop, but with pasta instead of dough and more cheese instead of sauce.

Every time I make mac and cheese, which is maybe twice a year, I always make a family size portion in a 9" x 12" dish because I hate halving recipes.  I always regret it afterwards because I cannot gorge myself on mac and cheese, and neither can Adam.

All that being said, I rely on a pretty cheesy macaroni and cheese recipe from Food and Wine.  A pound and a half of cheese!  I don't use half and half (except this time I used a little bit of heavy cream and whole milk), and elbow macaroni makes everything boring, so I try to avoid it at all costs, as you should too.