I am an old woman-- to old to be drunk cooking. And yet when a cousin came to visit us last week, we had a burger and beer blast laughing, drinking and eating delicious homemade burgers with sweated minced onions and garlic mixed in. That was not the drunk food part. The drunk part was after she went home and it was after 2 in the morning and I was STARVING.
So I mixed up some cream cheese and recaito, spread it on two slices of bread, stuck a slice of deli American cheese in it and fried the resulting sandwich in the pan with the burger grease. To my beer-soaked taste buds, it tasted exactly like a crunchy, creamy cheeseburger. I have not had the courage (nor the pan full of burger grease) to recreate this while sober. Although I have to say I am curious about a regular grilled cheese sandwich with the addition of recaito cream cheese. That sounds like it might be good.
So tell me, what drunk food have you (tried to) cook?
Back in the day when I was sharing a house with 3 friends, drunk very late-night/very early morning breakfast was a fairly common thing. Just sausage links and/or bacon and eggs. Toast maybe. If we had frozen hashbrowns, those would go a couple of rounds in the toaster, but otherwise potatoes were way too much trouble. There was a lot of hot sauce involved.
I made a salad with that red house dressing you get at Mom and Pop Italian restaurants (tomato vinaigrette?) and topped it off with some spicy Italian sausage links sliced up.
My go to is egg mess with anything I find thrown in. Hit sauce, ketchup, mustard, mayo, tomatoes, onion, bacon bits, all kinds of leftovers. Some times I eat it as a sandwich sometimes not. Hot, yummy, and easy.
When we were in our 20s, our drunk food was grilled cheese and hot dog sandwiches.
Make a grilled cheese sandwich with Velveeta. Meanwhile, boil hot dogs on the stovetop. Slice hot dogs lengthwise, open the melted cheese sandwich and place hot dogs inside. Squirt Heinz ketchup over the hot dogs, close sandwich, and eat!
Open a ban of mackerel and dump Louisiana hot sauce in and crumble crackers on it. Not cooking exactly, but awesome drink food. Something about the fat and carbs and the strong flavor that fights its way through anesthetized taste buds. Also works with sardines.
My drunk recipe is steak and broccoli and onions simmered in the remnants of whatever wine I’ve been drinking. First I sear the ingredients then I simmer them for awhile. It’s good while drunk because it’s hard to overcook them since you’re basically boiling them, and the wine makes it tender. Plus it doesn’t taste as good sober, so win-win.
My dear dear departed uncle Bob told me his famous drunk bbq rib recipe.
Come home from the bar famished.
Slather ribs with Open Pit BBQ sauce.
Turn oven to 350F
Fall asleep on the couch
Wake to smoke in the kitchen.
Grab the ribs and marvel at how utterly delicious they are.
Wake up the next day
Clean up the ribs, only now noticing that they are completely raw with a blackened crust of bbq sauce concealing the ice cold rib meat leftovers.
I shall leave the details of the ensuing 18 hours to the reader’s imagination.
Homemade bacon, egg, and cheese on toast. Cook the egg in the bacon grease. Really more like hangover cooking.
I understand that in Rome, when you bring the woman back to your place late at night, you make spaghetti or linguine aglio e olio.
Boil the pasta in salted water, at the same time sautéing a couple of chopped garlic cloves with a goosh of anchovy paste, a few shakes of crushed red pepper, and some ground black pepper. When the garlic turns golden, throw in a half-cup of the hot pasta water. Drain the pasta and add it to the pan along with a handful a fresh parsley, chopped. Once the pasta soaks up the water in the pan, along with all the garlic/anchovy/pepper flavor, toss it well and serve with fresh grated Parmesan or Romano cheese.
I’ve never been quite sure if you are supposed do this pre- or post-fucking.
This, except with a Kaiser roll instead of regular toast (though of course any bread will do in a pinch). The roll gets toasted in the bacon grease too.
Im trying to remember what I tried to cook when wasted, back before microwaves. Whatever it was, I’m lucky not to have burned down the place. Don’t try this at home, kids. Just eat the can of Dinty Moore stew cold - if you can get the lid off while retaining your fingers.