What is on the counter
current situation: two bottles, sixty photographs, nobody paying me
There are two bottles standing in the background of most of the food on this site. I never thought about it. Then somebody counted them.
Sixty photographs with a bottle in them, going back to April 2024. Patrón in 38. Sapporo in 17. I had no idea it was that many. You do not look at your own counter.
And they do not turn up with the same food. Two and a half years of this and the two bottles have barely crossed over, and I never once decided that.
Tequila is for red meat
Of the thirty-eight Patrón photographs, ten are steak and six are brie, and a few are both at once. Then all the smoke — brats, pork butts, ribs. That bottle comes out while something is still cooking. The pan heating up, the dough proving, the smoker going at six in the morning.
It even turns up next to Macadamia Nut Fudge, which I cannot defend and am not going to try to.






Sapporo is for pizza
This is the one that surprised me. Seventeen photographs, and five of them are pizza — more than sushi, which is only two. A Japanese beer, and I drink most of it with Cast-Iron Pan Pizza and Chicken Parmesan over Spaghetti.
Sapporo shows up once the plate is down. Cold, usually already poured into a glass, sitting next to the finished thing. Two years of doing that and I never said it out loud.






And the green bottle nobody asked about
In thirteen of those Patrón photographs there is a second bottle next to it, green glass, and in two years not one person has asked what it is. It is Squirt — grapefruit soda — and tequila plus grapefruit soda is a The Paloma — Patrón and Squirt.
So it is a recipe now. Get the Mexican Squirt in the glass bottle, the one made with cane sugar. Thirteen pictures of a drink I never named.
What else I keep around
The Veuve is my holiday bottle. It comes out at New Year’s next to the Caramel-Glazed Apple Bread Pudding and then goes back in the cupboard until the next one. And I will tell you the pairing right now, for free: you cannot go wrong with Veuve and mac nut fudge. A slab of Macadamia Nut Fudge and a cold glass of that. Try it once in December and then come and tell me I am wrong.
And the Jack Daniel’s on that shelf is not for drinking on its own. Every year between Thanksgiving and Christmas it goes in a mug with a load of very good whole milk — that is Whiskey Milk Punch, and it is the only thing on this page that is actually a recipe. Ole’ Marge from the Bad Luck Boys Kitty Rescue is on the side of every mug I own, so you know we are keeping it real.


What else is always in shot
Not a bottle, but it belongs here too. The same cast-iron pan is under half the food on this website. And the oldest picture in the whole archive is a rack of ribs on the patio table from 2016, eight years before anything else here, with the sauce bottle standing in it. Nothing much has changed except the camera.


