Month: July 2013

Post Boogie Down Re-Cap

So after the smoker cooled down on Sunday morning our trip to NYC wouldn’t be complete without a trip to a Major League Baseball Game. Sadly the Yankees were in Boston so we ended up with making a trip to see the Mets (NYC’s poor man’s team) play the Phillies. After the game we ended up seeing where all the Mufflers in NYC are repaired and had some beers at the local watering hole inside the stadium. After a quick shower we were invited to Phil’s firehouse in the Bronx for Sunday Dinner. Let me tell you right now, that all those stories of how good the firefighters eat in those firehouses is 100% true and many thanks to the boys of Engine 48 Ladder 56 for a killer Chicken Parm, it rocked!
Monday was departure day for the remaining 4 of us as we said goodbye to Val on Sunday as we dropped her off at LGA on our way to Citi Field. AJ and I ‘volunteered’ to take the direct flight from LGA to MEM and as we were seated in our exit row we were told that LaGuardia was closed due to an ‘incident’ by a SouthWest plane on the Tarmac. A couple more drinks in the Delta Departure lounge and the 4 junior pitmasters were welcomed to an empty Memphis Airport.
Again, thanks to all those who attended the Bronx Boogie Down BBQ Symposium and we are now taking reservations for next years Boogie. I assure you it will be bigger and better (and hopefully cooler) than this year.
The Bushes at the Lee house grow beer cans, who knew?

Bar 595 – Corrupting the youth of America, one bottle at a time!

It isn’t Wrigley but it will do! 

Ahem RAB, he didn’t remove his cap during the playing of “God Bless America” during the 7th inning stretch……..

Good thing the beers in Citi Field were cold, and we had our coozies!

Bye Val-O-Rie!
The Poor Philly fans need to take a chapter out of the Cub’s playbook

Oh we snickered at this vendor inside Citi Field

Why is Jess choked up you ask? Recall the trip to the Land without the sun when she got so tickled on that couch?
Yep, she spilled a beer. No that isn’t pee between Justin’s feet it is Jess’ spilled beer.
Sorry Ladies, both of these boys are off the market. Guido too!

Thankfully we didn’t have to give this woman medical attention like we did in Mexico. Well then again, I don’t know how to wrap a liver.

I learned this from our trip to England, we don’t call this a Fanny Pack but a Bum Bag. Anyway, he looses cool points for a poor showing.

As you exit Citi Field you can also get your Muffler fixed (or stolen and buy it back at the next home game)
Reminded me of Belize with the non-paved streets.

Prior to the “incident”

Had to have some Jerked Chicken as we were waiting to pick up some Cigars by Yankee Stadium

Cigars in hand, let’s go to the Bronx where we are safe.

Thankfully the boys didn’t have to make any ‘runs’ while we broke bread with the firemen

Guido and Phil (who may or may not have some BBQ dry rub stashed in his shorts)
Guido realized that he didn’t have to make this face as No shots were harmed this weekend.

Notice the Blue Bags by Blue the Smoker – Yep that is ‘some’ of our recycle for Thursday

I bet that the Lee house sounds like a house in South Bluffs on Recycle Day
Soon there will be 2 wearing diapers in this house.

Waiting it out in the Delta Lounge 

No this isn’t an ad for Weight Watchers.
Thankfully nobody was hurt in this landing 

Here is Bartlett Native SS calling her mother saying “Mommy, there are downtowners here and they scare me!”
Again, a great trip was had by all!

The BRONX BBQ Throw down & Symposium 2013

As one gets older you always remember your first. It could be your first car, house, child, but in the case of our buddy Jimmy this can also apply to your first smoker. Jimmy is a frequent participant at the Memphis in May World Championship BBQ as he makes the trip from the safe haven of the Bronx along with some other buddies as they wreak havoc on downtown Memphis. Mrs. Trumpet and I were fortunate to get to know Jimmy and his wife on trips to Mexico and this years trip across the pond to the land without sun. Jimmy’s wife on his 40th birthday this past month decided to not only give him a second child but get him a big boy/not messing around “Made in the USA” smoker. This past BBQ fest he researched the different indirect smokers that the various teams use down in Tom Lee Park and decided upon a Lang reverse flow smoker that is made in Georgia. Knowing that he needed some direction on how to use the smoker the call was made to some of us here in Memphis to get the “A Team” up to the Bronx for a weekend symposium. Given that Jimmy’s wife is 9 months pregnant we decided that this past weekend would be the perfect time to put the Lang to the test and cook Memphis Championship BBQ in the Bronx. The team that made the trip was an All Star cast of beer drinkers Pitmasters and it included; PorkOsaurus President and Pitmaster Guido, Grand Champion of Beef Justin, Wing Master and Side Dish extraordinaire AJ, his wife Val and Amatuer Porn Star and Sauce Man yours truly.
We arrived in NYC Thursday evening and made our way to the local watering hole, The Rambling House, and ended the night with a late night meal at the Chippa Wagon. Needless to say we were moving a little slow on Friday but like any professional we muddled through it and went shopping. Let me just say that provision shopping in the Bronx is unlike anything that you have experienced. We made our way to the Little Italy section of the Bronx and visited the local butcher and Italian Market with huge grins on our faces as they don’t mess around in the Bronx, these places are legit. A trip to the local Costco and grocery store our menu was ready for Friday and Saturday’s meals. Oh I failed to mention that we also visited the liquor store as if you are going to do anything around a smoker, you have to do it with a bloody Mary in your hand!
Friday’s Menu included; Smoked Leg of Lamb, Beef Braciole, Rum and Banana Island glazed pork tenderloin, stuffed Italian tomatoes, and Summer Tomato Pie. Friday night was perfect except for the 100 degree Bronx heat and a good time was had by all. We behaved somewhat as we all knew that Saturday was a full day and we had to get ready for the Symposium for some invited guests.
Saturday started very early as we had to smoke some Boston Butts, prep 9 racks of ribs, and various other items. Guido and Justin lead the “How to select the perfect rib” and demonstrated how to trim, peel and make ribs that are “Championship/Judging” worthy. Following that demo it was my turn to demonstrate how to make various BBQ sauces and glazes for your meat. A light lunch of Tour Guide prepared Belizean Fish was served and then it was all hands on deck to get ready for dinner. We used the ole method of “Stall, Stall, Stall, get your guests drunk, Stall some more then when they are good and liquored up you feed them and as we all know when you are drunk food tastes fantastic!”  Saturday’s menu included; Pulled Pork Butts, Championship Ribs, Smoked Cabbage, Smoked Mac & Cheese, Mexico City Corn on the cob and grilled chicken thighs. Ole Phil brought some killer Italian desserts and we washed it down with plenty of beer and high dollar scotch. Of the 30 guests we served, there were some happy and full folks. Needles to say, everyone had a great time and came away with some different techniques on how to cook your meat. Now onto the pictures;
Here is the Lang all ready to for a weekend of smoking. Sadly we decided we will need a bigger smoker for next years Throw down and Symposium
Some of the Memphis Crew headed to the Big Apple. Poor Val found out the hard way that AJ and I when 30,000 feet above the ground have a little flatulence problem
 Poor Justin worked for hours on his dish of stuffed peppers (well worth it thought)
Ready for the Grill

Guido and his meat
Oh there are no lies being told here, none what so ever

The Backyard of Casa de Lee (how about this backyard in the Bronx)

Island glazed Pork Tenderloin

Friday’s dinner spread
Cigars, Good Scotch and Good Friends
Saturday’s Event Shirt – Thanks again Bruce!

The Banner for the event 

Smoked Boston Butts getting some love and a mop by newly initiated Jimmy Lee
Guido and Justin conducting the Rib 101 class
Nice Shoes there Guido

AJ helping diagramming the various cuts of the Pig for Guido

Everyone got involved in trimming the Ribs for Saturday’s dinner
Guido helping Pepe with his rib trimming session
Val enjoying that all she has to do is look pretty as all the boys get dinner ready

Now it is my turn for bullshitting giving the Sauce Lecture

Don’t hate the player or the shoes
Giving everyone a sample on how to make a good sauce for an exceptional pork product

Guido and I post lecture
Some of the guests who sat in on our demonstrations

Packed house for the Bronx BBQ Boogie Down
Handsome Dan and Jess
Val and D3 comparing notes on how to keep their sanity during weekend Boys Only Trips

Almost ready for serving (Hey Ruthie, notice that nice color and glaze on dem ribs?)

Saturday’s Spread
The Lee’s (God Bless Erin who is 9 month pregnant for putting up with us over the weekend)
We named and christened the smoker “Blue”
Again, thanks to our friends in the Bronx for a great weekend and for putting up with us as we had a blast and will be back!


Taking Our Show on the Road!

Life at the Casa de Trumpet wouldn’t be complete if we didn’t have a little project to do each and every year. Over the past years we (well it was more Momma) kicked Cancer’s ass, did renovations that raised our blood pressure and went across the pond for a wedding of a dear friend. It was during our trip to merry old England (the land without sun) that we both realized that we could exist in a small place. While we were in Brussels we stayed in a 400 square foot condo that had a bed, small kitchenette, bathroom and sitting room. As we were doing laundry (again, Momma was doing laundry, I was drinking beer) one of us made the comment; “we really should downsize and move into a smaller joint and use that money to take more/better vacations.”  The seed was planted and about 60 days ago we re-visited the discussion again. Houses in South Bluffs were starting to sell and one night momma, me and the dogs decided it was time to go back to the roots of 38103. 
This August marks 20 years for us both being downtown (she was in Gayoso House, and I was in Union Commons) and we both realized that there really isn’t any other place to live in Memphis than downtown. After we got married we lived in 71 Union for 3 years and loved the joint except that we both badly needed a second bathroom. It was back in 1999 that we sold our joint and moved into our existing joint in South Bluffs. Back then we were still toying with the idea of having a kid, we had a storage unit that we were paying to store our shit and we needed a bigger place.
Fast forward to current day and we traded in the kid idea for two poodles and, we still managed to fill this house with a bunch of stuff and yet we only really inhabit 1200 square feet of our 2200 square foot house. You know on those “House Hunter” shows they put down the list of “needs” for the new house? Our list wasn’t that bad considering our needs are pretty small in the grand scheme of things;

  1. Need a second Bathroom for the morning constitutional.
  2. Parking is adjacent to the building so that we don’t have to lug groceries down the street and we can walk into our unit/hallway.
  3. Balcony so that Carbunkle Trumpet can still enjoy his cigars and play on Facebook work on the computer.
  4. One Bedroom possibly a second bedroom or a ‘flex’ room to get away from each other.
  5. Whomever we sell our existing house to that they keep the bar for posterity reasons.
  6. We had to sell our existing house first then we would move forward with the acquiring the second house.
  7. Something small enough that we can turn it into a meat locker as Momma still is suffering from Hot Flashes.

So to get the ball moving we hired a handyman to make some minor repairs, thankfully we just completed the major exterior repairs to the house this past spring so we had that going for us. We located a suitable condo in the core of downtown and since Momma in her previous life was a real estate agent we were going to sell 595 For Sale by Owner. No sooner than we had the repairs competed we were given an offer on our house and we accepted it. That night that we got the offer we both were laying in bed and I looked over to Mrs. Trumpet and said “Well this shit just got real! I am a little freaked out.” So was she but we tendered an offer on the condo and currently we are in negotiations.
Thankfully since this isn’t our first rodeo, we realize that if this deal doesn’t go through we will still sell our house and worst case scenario we move into a month to month joint after we sell our crap. Yep folks, soon there will be a huge arse estate sale and if you have always wanted to have that Elvis Bust that sits on the mantel it may be yours for the right price. We both determined that the only things we are going to move to the next joint (either our new home or temporary one) will be the new couch, a queen size bed, some bedroom furniture and some pictures. If you have every visited the Casa de Trumpet you will know that there is a lot of other stuff that we are going to sell so keep your ears to the ground when we do set a date to purge our crap.
I posted a couple weeks back that we were going to move and this past weekend I heard everything from “Good for you” to “Have you lost your ever loving mind?” which is to be expected. My father is having a hard time understanding why I want to get rid of my Big Green Egg but the new joint won’t allow me to fire it up on a balcony and we have found a good home for him (the smoker, not my dad).  If you really think of it, people we know downtown traditionally move from a 3000 mansion in East Memphis to a house the size of ours and here we go to the extreme but that is how we roll. I am kind of looking forward to walking to get my carton of milk 12 pack of beer, walking to the Red Bird Games, hearing street traffic, getting to know the bums on a first name basis, and not having to mow the little arse grass that we currently have.  We were asked by a certain tavern/sports bar if we were still going to frequent his establishment and I assured him that there is only one “sports bar” in downtown and we will be riding the trolley to see him on Saturday and Sundays.
Oh and as far as the new owners of Bar 595, not to worry they promise to keep the bar in tact and I am sure that they will love our joint as much as we did. I just hope that they can get the mental image of me walking around the house naked as a jaybird out of their minds in the first year or at least have enough beer to drink that image out of their heads.

I will keep you posted….

And everyone snickered when I put that there would be a second location opening soon.

 Our “First” old Joint on Union Avenue (Second floor windows on the left)
 Our old Courtyard at Union Commons
Soon to be under New Management (Late August is the tentative closing date)
Yeah I will miss the Big Green Egg and the outside cooking area but I am trading that in for over 75 restaurants within a 5 mile radius.
This could be the new Carbunkle Trumpet Location (pending some negotiations) and look it has a bar on the bottom level. I just hope that they have better service than from years past.

Going to have to get used to these suckers running behind schedule again.
Oh and not to worry, Ms. Lentini or Mr. Barns, we will still leave the light on for you. We did have to get approval from our current dog/house sitters before we went ahead and listed our house as we couldn’t bear the thought of not having them squat at our joint when we went on our vacations. She was fine with it as long as she has a parking spot and his first comment was “Hell YES, I am closer to Bar Dog!”