Welcome to Cooking with the Drunken Chef. Today, we're going to be creating a lovely cheese sauce. We start with the items that we'll be blending to create a base for the cheese to melt into. The flavor will be coming from the spices in the (really really) aged couscous and the sauce from the funky chicken thing. The liquid will be coming from the extra-squishy tomatoes from the vine. Actually, they used to be from the vine. By now they've fallen off and are pleasantly shrivelly.
As you can tell, the cheese is exceptionally aged. Here we have a lovely Sage Gouda on the left, and a Cream Haverty on the right.
Blending will help liquefy the base and assist in keeping the cheese from burning on the heat.
See? Doesn't that look better than all that nasty solid food?
Using a non-stick pan and a medium heat, we put the cheese chunks on top of the liquidy base.
Stir frequently as the cheese melts.
Here is the finished product. This is probably the first thing we've made for the mix that hasn't smelled bad. This actually smells rather fragrant. Because of this, we'll have to make it rot before we add it to the jar.
Notice the consistency isn't pefectly smooth. Don't feel like a failure if yours turns out this way. It will get way more chunky in the following few weeks.
Here's where the sauce will be resting. It's starting to get not-so-hot during the day and cool at night, so I'm leaving our creation inside for now.
Every December, the Carolina Trash holds its annual Prom from Hell in Fayetteville, NC.
This is one of the occasions throughout the year where the Trash gives a few of its
loyal hashers a bib soaked in a combination of every disgusting substance imaginable, except bodily fluids.
But to walk away with their bibs, the hashers also get showered with the remaining mix, as well as
large amounts of flour and a flood of beer. Thanks to an idea from the infamous Ass Spelunker, the
fear-inducing foodstuffs in these photos were combined in a number of drastic ways over an entire year to create
highly suspect containers full of funk. What we ended up with was a single jar full of the most horrific substance imagineable.
The smell? Worse than death itself. Loyal hashers, this was the humble donation to the 2006 Bib Mix.
And these pages tell the story. Be afraid.
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