Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Piri Piri Chicken! é óptimo!

Olá meus amigos e amigas! Welcome once again to Sunday Gravy!In anticipation of my September trip to Portugal I've been reading up on various Portuguese recipes. I'm absolutely curious about bacalao but finding dried, preserved cod in my part of LA ain't all that easy. We've got plenty of Italian, Greek

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: For 2Pack. Peperonata!

Good morning! Happy Sunday everyone. You're just in time for gravy! How very fucking convenient. Because we've got gravy, in abundance.  Today we will be paying compliments and homage to fellow member of the kommentariat and dear friend of the blog, our main man in Italy. 2Pack. This unbelievably generous human being once more

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: The Big Hawaiian!

Good morning folks. Time to wake your asses up and smell the burger cooking. Shit man, could be worse ways to wake up. I would know. Sunday Gravy is going to be a little different this week. A little more "hardcore," a little more "grease in your face" and a whole lot

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Southern Style Smothered Pork Chops. Gracious!

Good morning folks! Welcome back on our whirlwind world-wide culinary adventure known as Sunday Gravy. Many thanks to brother TAJ for filling in last week. Trust me, you WANT to make those lumpia he shared with y'all. You really do. Of course it's been raining like a motherfucker this weekend and it's been

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Bringing the Smoke without the Smoker

Howdy howdy friends and neighbors! Glad to have you all back again. Got a right tasty motherfucker heading your way today. This menu worked double-time when I cooked it. It's been a ridiculously fucked-up winter, especially for LA. This weekend we got our asses handed down to us with rain and a goddamn

Sunday Gravy: The Return! Season nine premiere.

Hey everyone! How we all doing? How have you been? What the fuck am I even doing here for the NINTH SEASON IN A ROW! Welcome back to Sunday Gravy! One of DFO's blatant attempts to keep you entertained during the long, horrible and interminable off-season. With food! Lovely, homemade, delicious food! I must

It’s Monday Night! Let’s Do This Thing!

Welcome folks! It is I, resident Food Dude and your humble narrator yeah right. Our regular host Scotchy was unable to attend this evening. Simple matter of being quite busy with "holiday stuff." Oh yeah, does anyone know the best way to clean up pancreatic fluid? Just curious. Anyway. How have the

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Season Finale!

Holy fucking shit we made it. Season 8 is a motherfucking wrap! I don't even know where to begin. Firstly because I've been busy as fuck-all at work and second-ish because it was a long goddamn season. I'll remember season 8 for a few reasons. I'll always refer to it as the "Soup"

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: In-N-Out Burger and the “Secret Menu.”

Hello hello again everyone. We slowly but surely approach the return to my football viewing slovenly ways. I've got this. Just one more week of Season 8 and I hit my offseason. I confess to extreme burnout and laziness regarding todays post. The temperature just hasn't been friendly and it's only a

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Kulajda! Pro Vítězství!

Hey everyone! Damn good to see you all again! Sunday Gravy coming into the home stretch! We're midway through preseason week 2. As excited as I thought I was last week I was barely able to stomach a couple of series of plays watching my team. You can only get so excited

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Swedish Meatballs!

Hello hello everyone! Look at us. We're right in the middle of the NFL preseason and have been given the full slate-o-shit games for our viewing entertainment. In fact, later today my own team - well the players trying to make special teams and the practice squad - will be in Las

Sunday Gravy with yeah right: Special guest Star DJ TAJ! Let’s make some scratch made Mexican Food Again! WOO!!

Welcome back people. As we near the completion of another season of Sunday Gravy I've started to notice that I've hit my annual "Finish line is close and my ass is dragging" moment that inevitably hits me right around August. I blame the NFL for most of this since they're just teasing