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    • These Shrimp-Topped Oysters Promise to Make You Amazing in Bed

      These Shrimp-Topped Oysters Promise to Make You Amazing in Bed | MUNCHIES
      https://munchies.vice.com/en/articles/these-shrimp-topped-oysters-promise-to-make-you-amazing-in-bed
      February 9, 2016 / 5:00 pm
      BY JAVIER CABRAL

      If you ever see the words “to load up your rifle” underneath an oyster dish on a menu at a Mexican seafood restaurant, chances are that it has nothing to do with reloading an actual gun.

      That’s the case with “Viagra.com,” a boldly named oyster dish served at El Coraloense in the southeast LA neighborhood of Bell Gardens. There, the bivalves are served on the half shell and topped with cooked shrimp, avocado, and a Mexican-style ponzu that’s been spiked with Maggi seasoning sauce. People from Los Angeles and beyond make pilgrimages here simply for a couple dozen of these oysters.

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      “We sell upwards of 400 of these Viagra.com oysters on weekends,” Leo Curie, Jr. tells me. He is the one of the main cooks in the hole-in-the-wall restaurant and the son of its founder, Leo Curi, Sr., who created the dish a decade ago when El Coraloense was just a street food stand operating out of the trunk of a car. “Customers have told me that they’ve driven from as far away as Arizona just to come eat these,” Leo says as he shucks a dozen oysters with his mom Maria.

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      On a recent Saturday afternoon, there is a 15-minute wait for a table, and half of the them are filled with young couples eating mounds of ceviche, Mexican-style seafood cocktails, and those sexy oysters. I ask Natalie Curie—Leo’s sister, who also works the line—whether they live up their name. “We have couples come in and order up to three dozen just for themselves,” she tells me. “[The women] joke and say things like, ‘I better be careful tonight!’”

      The oyster selection at El Coraloense changes each day according to the seasons and availability. This sets the restaurant apart from many of LA’s Mexican seafood places that serve those weirdly juicy, metallic-tasting pasteurized oysters. When I visit El Coraloense, I’m offered some creamy Blue Points.

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      “Bro, they really work. Trust me,” Leo Jr. tells me as I slurp mine down. “We have this really old man who comes in with a different woman every single time, and he says it has worked miracles for him.”

      I take his word for it and bring a dozen of the prepared oysters back home to share with my girlfriend. After all, nothing says “will you be my Valentine?” like a plate of shrimp-topped oysters named Viagra.com.

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    • Wood you do it for me: A beginner’s guide to dendrophilia

      Wood you do it for me: A beginner’s guide to dendrophilia | drmarkgriffiths
      https://drmarkgriffiths.wordpress.com/2012/06/20/wood-you-do-it-for-me-a-beginners-guide-to-dendrophilia/

      Jun 20

      Posted by drmarkgriffiths

      Dendrophilia (also known as arborphilia) literally translates as a love of trees (in fact, I was originally going to try and get the words “pining for it” in the title of this blog but decided against it in the end). For me, human sexual contact with trees is not something that I think of as naturally going together. The only modern day “cultural” reference I can recall (an I use the word “cultural” in its loosest sense) was in the 1981 film The Evil Dead when the character Cheryl is attacked by trees possessed by the demons, that then come to life and brutally rape her (a scene that director Sam Raimi has since regretted including in the film).

      However, the word ‘dendrophilia’ has now been adopted by some in the sexology field to refer to those who have a fetishistic or paraphilic interest in trees (i.e., individuals who derive sexual pleasure, sexual arousal and/or are sexually attracted to trees). This may involve actual sexual contact with trees and/or (as Raymond Corsini notes in his 1999 Dictionary of Psychology) veneration as phallic symbols. In his 2009 book Forensic and Medico-legal Aspects of Sexual Crimes and Unusual Sexual Practices, Dr Anil Aggrawal (Maulana Azad Medical College, New Delhi, India) defines dendrophilia as arousal from trees or fertility worship of them” whereas Dr. G.R. Pranzarone in his online Dictionary of Sexology says it is the love of trees. But categorically states “it is not a paraphilia” (but doesn’t give any reason as to why).

      Dr. Brenda Love in her Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices writes about dendrophilia and notes that trees were ancient symbols of fertility and that on designated holy days, men had to go into the fields and ejaculate onto the trees. She also cites the work of anthropologist Thomas Gregor who studied the South American people of Mehinaku (a village of the Amazonian Xingu tribe) and described the following folk tale of a dendrophilic act in his 1985 book Anxious Pleasures; the Sexual Lives Of An Amazonian People:

      “I have been able to find only two other stories of masturbation, and in both, men are the principal actors. In one tale we learn of a man who found a remarkably gratifying hole in a tree, which he began to use to the exclusion of his wife and girlfriends. In the second story, a man made an artificial vagina of leaves to which he became similarly attached. In both myths, the culprits were seen by other villagers who hacked away the hole with an axe and tore the leaf vagina to shreds. In both stories, the masturbators behaved as if their leafy companions had been real women. They wailed for the deceased plants, cut their hair short, and took off their belts as a symbol of mourning”.

      Just to put these observations into context, Dr. Theodore Lidz in reviewing Gregor’s book for the Journal of the American Psychoanalytic Association, notes that the Xingu tribe are a small society that not only permits extramarital promiscuity (to an extent perhaps never before recorded), but the promiscuity promotes rather than disrupts the societal integration.

      A fairly recent British case of dendrophilia came to light when 21-year old Scottish man William Shaw received a lifetime ban from Airdrie’s Central Park for attempting to have sex with one of the trees (with The Sun winning the best headline with “Fancy a treesome?”). He dropped his trousers and underpants and simulated sex with a tree while in the visitor attraction in September 2009. 
he was subsequently charged with an act of public indecency at the town’s sheriff court.
 The Sheriff (Frank Pieri) released Shaw on bail on the condition that he did not set foot in Central Park again. I also feel duty bound to point out that there was also a YouTube video posted in March 2012 showing a very intoxicated woman trying to have sex with a tree.

      Willow Monrroe in her regular ‘Fetish of the Week’ column also briefly examined dendrophilia (although none of her claims were supported by any evidence). In relation to this fetish she claimed:

      “I can see it. The metaphors are obvious and long over-drawn. And experience has proven that sex and the wild world of nature go together like cheese and wine, one being the natural complement of the other”…Dendrophilia is considered a pathology. There are documented cases of persons seeking and receiving treatment for what’s perceived as a psychological disorder. For example, one psychologist reported treating a man who had a long running affair with an oak tree”

      The Deviant Minds website also featured an article on dendrophilia and speculated about the condition’s origins. The article asserted that dendrophiles “go beyond simply looking for new textures, for under their hands and other regions. It may involve deep emotional bond towards nature only a few might understand”. However, as with most online articles, there is absolutely no empirical evidence to back up a single claim made, and as far as I am aware, there is not a single academic or clinical study published – not even a case study.

      Dr Mark Griffiths, Professor of Gambling Studies, International Gaming Research Unit, Nottingham Trent University, Nottingham, UK

      Further reading

      Aggrawal A. (2009). Forensic and Medico-legal Aspects of Sexual Crimes and Unusual Sexual Practices. Boca Raton: CRC Press.

      Corsini, Raymond J. (1999). The Dictionary of Psychology. London: Psychology Press.

      Daily Telegraph (2010). Tree sex man ordered to leave park. Daily Telegraph, January 21. Located at: http://www.dailytelegraph.com.au/news/weird/tree-sex-man-ordered-to-leaf-park/story-e6frev20-1225821689910

      Deviant Minds (undated). Dendrophilia. Located at: http://www.deviantminds-central.com/articles/fetisharchives/dendrophilia.php

      Gregor, T. (1985). Anxious Pleasures; the Sexual Lives Of An Amazonian People. Chicago: University of Chicago Press.

      Love, B. (2001). Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices. London: Greenwich Editions.

      Monroe, W. (2012). Fetish of the week: Dendrophilia. ZZ Insider, January 6. Located at: http://www.zzinsider.com/blogs/view/fetish_of_the_week_dendrophilia

      Pranzarone, G.F. (2000). The Dictionary of Sexology. Located at: http://ebookee.org/Dictionary-of-Sexology-EN_997360.html

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    • This Is What $1 USD Gets You In Food All Around The World

      This Is What $1 USD Gets You In Food All Around The World

      http://www.buzzfeed.com/spenceralthouse/one-dollar-in-food-around-the-world#.aqkgAn0axv
      posted on Feb. 6, 2016, at 3:01 a.m.

      Spencer Althouse

      We asked the BuzzFeed Community what they can buy in their country for the equivalent of $1 in America dollar. Here are the insane results.

      1. Hungary — a whole bottle of wine


      Hungary — a whole bottle of wine

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: maitsetv

      —Anna Csépányi, Facebook

      2. Hong Kong — one slice of plain bread


      Hong Kong — one slice of plain bread

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: lierne

      —Katie Chan, Facebook

      3. Netherlands — 10 pancakes at the supermarket

      Netherlands — 10 pancakes at the supermarket

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      —michellehearttaylor13

      4. Norway — one package of instant ramen


      Norway — one package of instant ramen

      Twitter: @Karinabob70

      —Margrethe Alvilde Antonsen, Facebook

      5. India — six cups of chai


      India — six cups of chai

      Flickr: ironypoisoning

      —angelj468

      6. Shanghai — 10 vegetable dumplings from a food stand


      Shanghai — 10 vegetable dumplings from a food stand

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: wwny

      —Rachel Aaron, Facebook

      7. Australia — a McDonald’s slushie


      Australia — a McDonald's slushie

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      —Tarah Batts, Facebook

      8. Egypt — one can of tuna


      Egypt — one can of tuna

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: mikewise

      —Marah Gasser Gamil, Facebook

      9. Italy — an espresso or cappuccino


      Italy — an espresso or cappuccino

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: markbridge

      —Alexandra Klus, Facebook

      10. Nigeria — a can of soda and a bag of chips


      Nigeria — a can of soda and a bag of chips

      Twitter: @sunsetsselfies

      —Temitope Barakat Lawal, Facebook

      11. Czech Republic — one and a half bottles of beer


      Czech Republic — one and a half bottles of beer

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: linder

      —magdalenas

      12. Malaysia — a dozen eggs


      Malaysia — a dozen eggs

      Twitter: @saroki19

      —Izaddin Syah Yusof, Facebook

      13. South Africa — two McDonald’s cheeseburgers


      South Africa — two McDonald's cheeseburgers

      Twitter: @Burger_Lad

      —shandre

      14. Philippines — two cans of Cheez Whiz


      Philippines — two cans of Cheez Whiz

      instagram.com

      —neziahemma

      15. France — one baguette

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      France — one baguette

      Twitter: @SelfieRobot

      —gottabeclo

      16. Colombia — three empanadas


      Colombia — three empanadas

      Twitter: @madamepicada

      —_lalagalindo

      17. Vietnam — a bowl of pho


      Vietnam — a bowl of pho

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: hmoong

      —brookew16

      18. Honduras — 11 bananas

      Honduras — 11 bananas

      Twitter: @MlNlON

      —hernandojosej

      19. Indonesia — 67 pieces of gum

      Indonesia — 67 pieces of gum

      Twitter: @utaminila22

      —rachnapaliath9

      20. Croatia — a large coffee

      Croatia — a large coffee

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: desatur8

      —irmab478

      21. Poland — one shot at a bar

      Poland — one shot at a bar

      Flickr / Creative Commons / Flickr: rubber_slippers_in_italy

      —emiliaw4

      22. Cairo — a falafel or shawarma pita

      Cairo — a falafel or shawarma pita

      Twitter: @dobbernation

      —kimf4d9

      23. Holland — six apples

      Holland — six apples

      Twitter: @EndFoodWaste

      —marjonvandere

      24. Finland — a whole pack of hot dogs

      Finland — a whole pack of hot dogs

      Twitter: @SamuelSorainen

      —laurak4e

      25. Switzerland — three pieces of gum

      Switzerland — three pieces of gum

      Twitter: @andrewpollock27

      —vikky

      26. Uruguay — one liter of bagged milk


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      —Natalia López, Facebook

      27. And the United States — a huge can of Arizona iced tea

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      And the United States — a huge can of Arizona iced tea

      Twitter: @MyMindRacing

      —miker4524

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    • Samantha Bee’s ‘Full Frontal’ Premiere: Finally, A Late-Night Show With Lady Bal

      Samantha Bee’s ‘Full Frontal’ Premiere: Finally, A Late-Night Show With Lady Balls
      http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/02/09/samantha-bee-s-full-frontal-premiere-finally-a-late-night-show-with-lady-balls.html

      FULL FRONTAL02.09.16 2:16 PM ET
      Samantha Bee’s ‘Full Frontal’ Premiere: Finally, A Late-Night Show With Lady Balls
      After 12 years as a Daily Show correspondent, Samantha Bee becomes the only woman in late-night. And the Full Frontal premiere proudly flashed its hilarious lady balls.
      It’s been just about six months since Jon Stewart left The Daily Show, departing with a promise that his grand and necessary tradition of political satire would live on proudly.
      Finally, his successor has arrived. And she’s got a mean set of lady balls.
      With Trevor Noah’s The Daily Show making only a muted impact on the most ludicrous and terrifying election in recent memory, and the rest of late-night’s punny pundits competing for their voices to be heard amid the banshee cries of Donald Trump supporters, Samantha Bee’s Full Frontal finally premiered Monday night on TBS, brimming with the keen, brutal sense of satire that made her mentor Jon Stewart the most trusted man in news.
      “For months I’ve been just sitting here with no show just yelling at a wall while the most deranged electoral shitshow in a generation passed me by, and it has been killing me,” Bee says. Little did we know, it’s been killing us, too.
      Making fun of the coven of crazies bewitching America on the campaign trail is certainly rampant practice in late-night. How could it not be, with such easy targets? What’s been missing, however, is some bullseye precision—a point of view.
      What’s been missing is Samantha Bee. Also, a woman. But mostly just Samantha Bee.
      Addressing the audience from her studio that very conspicuously does not have a late-night desk, Bee addresses the elephant in the room within the first few seconds.
      At a mock press conference, she fields questions from reporters: “Is it hard breaking into the boys’ club?” “What’s it like being a woman in late night?” “What’s it like being a female woman?”
      She’s both celebrating and mocking the fact that not only is she now the sole woman in late-night, but that the topic has also been such an obsession of the media—hell, we’re guilty, too. Bee hasn’t shied away from that conversation at all, graciously acknowledging its importance while power-blasting it with the same turbocharged sense of satire that fuels every other tenet of her comedy.
      The tagline for Full Frontal, for example? “Watch or you’re sexist.” The theme song? Peaches’ “Boys Wanna Be Her.”
      She’s said that her show will lean into important issues from a unique, personal perspective, and that means it’s steeped in her “woman-ness,” as she says. That doesn’t mean that it’s “for women only.” Anyone who surmises that is more dated and exhausting than this conversation itself. The show takes on a perspective that is so rich and and ripe for exploration that the material is sharper and, because of that, funnier.
      “You know what it took?” Bee says in the mock press conference. “Hard work. A great team. And maybe a little bit of magic.” Flashback to Bee howling in the middle of some Satanic ritual, convincing us that a woman is capable of manning a late-night show. “It’s true. We’re all witches.”
      Bee’s 12 years on The Daily Show, the longest of any of the series’ rotating cast of correspondents, was characterized by her scorching field segments—reported pieces that pointedly popped and deflated airhead delusions, all while showcasing an unhinged battiness that complemented her studied eviscerations of the news’ lunatics.
      Full Frontal comes alive when that goofiness explodes, setting Bee apart from her stuffier late-night colleagues strait-jacketed behind their desks perhaps even more than her femaleness does.
      No one but Kate McKinnon has better lampooned Hillary Clinton’s faux humility about the fact that she’s running for president and has to be vetted and prove her qualifications… again. Bee’s reaction to such manufactured humbleness: “Oh, fuck off!”
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      No one’s critique of Bernie Sanders’s reflexively misogynistic finger-wagging at Clinton has packed as much bite—because none of the men covering it have lived the at the receiving end of the patronizing finger wag.
      And while her female perspective helps in those realms, it’s her machete-like humor, willing to go for blood—poor Marco Rubio, the casualty of Bee’s best takedowns in the premiere—that is her greatest asset.
      Those two things came together for the night’s most successful segment, labeled “Elected Paperweight of the Month.” The honor went to Kansas Senator Mitch Hess, who created a dress code for women testifying in front of legislators. It was a mad-as-hell dressing down that would’ve made Jon Stewart proud, the type we’ve been mad-as-hell about missing on our TV screens.
      The best part of Bee’s show is that it is truly her own.
      The decision to eschew the desk is just one way she’s bucking tradition. Guests will only be invited sparingly, if ever, saving us all from the tonal whiplash of going from political satire to celebrity interview, and the banality of Samantha Bee nodding along while Kate Hudson talks about the “true family” she built with her castmates on the set of her latest film.
      Those cutesy sketches manufactured for the sheer sake of going next-day viral, the late-night trick du jour by some competitors who have transformed the genre into more of a variety show, are also nonexistent. Instead, Bee treads in the realm that John Oliver has planted his flag in, the kind of topical comedy that doubles as some serious journalism.
      Bee’s field segments were the highlight of her time at The Daily Show, and the pieces she’s put together that premiered Monday night—a mini-doc on Jeb Bush’s mystical appeal to his sparse batch of supporters—and have been previewed for critics up the ante as far as the visceral reaction they should stir in those who watch her show.
      They don’t just elucidate wonky news conversations in stark, digestible terms, but they do so with a laugh and, more importantly, a point. A point that we need to hear but, in the clusterfuck of the cable news cycle, gets lost in the talking-head cacophony.
      Oliver has always been a bit uneasy at the suggestion that what he does is a form of journalism—we’d venture it most definitely is—and Bee echoes his sentiments.
      “Our process is similar [to journalists’], but it’s different,” she told me last week, during rehearsals for the premiere.
      “I didn’t go to journalism school,” she said. “The truth is that we rely on people’s actual journalism to tell our stories. So I don’t want to claim that hard work. We find our stories because we read ProPublica. We find our stories because we read longform New Yorker stories. We rely on others to do the heavy lifting, and then we just come in with the jokes after.”
      The “we” Bee is referring to is her staff of writers, the most diverse in late-night, boasting equal gender division as well thanks to a revolutionary blind submission process she used to hire them. The result is a show that is shinier, looser, and a bit more thrilling than the other topical news series in late-night, all carbon copies of each other when it comes to format and tone. It feels fresh.
      They say that it’s bad form to judge a new late-night series based on the first show. That at least a month of shows need to air before you get a proper sense of who the host is and what the show will be.
      That’s certainly true, and yet there’s a sense watching the premiere of Full Frontal that it has arrived fully realized. That Bee’s singular, pointed perspective is chiseling through some sort of glass ceiling and her voice is bellowing through it, full-throated and clear. That this is already the show that she wants it to be.
      Or maybe that’s just because it so clearly is the show we need.

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    • Men, it's time to shave your butt

      Men, it's time to shave your butt
      http://mashable.com/2015/12/21/butt-grooming-guide/?utm_cid=mash-prod-nav-sub-st#jVgltoMd85q1

      'Tis the season to trim the tree. And by tree, we mean that tree.

      But before you start manscaping (here's a guide to doing that), keep someone else in mind: your friend from the other side. It's time to say hello to him, too.

      Yes, we're talking about your butt.

      "Thanks to Snapchat and sexting, people are more conscious over their appearance, and this includes the butt," says spa educator Ben Brown. Brown, who works at Bliss Spa, says shaving the buttocks region is hardly a new request, but has become more accepted and popular among men this year.

      Vanity and hygiene are two of the reasons. You're removing hair that could be caught with bacteria or areas that haven't been properly wiped; that alone, friends, deserves a trim under the chimney.

      "Not only are men finding that it's more hygienic, but it's also more sightly and attractive," Brown adds.

      Plus, it's more comfortable to sit on a bare butt. "Think about it: Clothing is a lot tighter now with men wearing skinnier things, like jeans," he says. "That's a lot of friction there. The more hair you have, the more uncomfortable you are."

      SEE ALSO: Men, here's your easy guide to manscaping

      If you think it's a little risqué, don't fear. It's becoming "the new norm" for men, says Brown. While seeking a professional is your best bet, he has a few DIY tips on doing it in the safety — and privacy — of your own home.
      Take a bath

      First things first. It may seem obvious, but cleanse the area properly. The easiest method is to sit in a bath and let things soak, allowing pores to open up. Trust us: It'll make things a lot easier in the end. Take time, luxuriate and clear your mind for what's ahead.

      Mirror, mirror

      Brown recommends taking a mirror to get through every crevice. Sit on the toilet seat — or even your bathroom floor — with legs open in a squat. Place the mirror below and start getting at it.

      Option 1: A close shave

      If you're going for the razor, make sure your blade is sharp. A dull blade will get the razor twisted and tangled — and nobody wants that. Lather yourself up with a nice gel or shaving cream and make sure your skin is taut.

      Keep the skin from folding by lifting one butt cheek at a time; generally, a quick shave-and-go method is best. Just make sure you're very careful and extra gentle with the "rosebud area," Brown says — that is, the anus and its surrounding area.

      Option 2: Wax on, wax off

      The best way to get all your hair off at once is using a wax, Brown says, like the Poetic Waxing kit (you can melt it in the microwave).

      Think of it like a Band-Aid: simply place, wait and feel for the wax to bond with the hair. Generally, you'll only have to wait a few minutes — then pull against the grain of the hair, Brown suggests.

      Option 3: Use an electric razor

      If you're clumsy and not into waxing, have no fear: An electric razor may be your best bet. Because of the settings on each razor, though, it won't trim past a certain point — so even if you're whacking away, the device will show restraint.

      Manage that itch

      It's natural to feel a little sensitive after a close shave or wax. To help cool things down, try jojoba lotions or essential oils.

      "Moisturizing right after is important," Brown says. That said, though, make sure that everything stays super clean and completely dry in the upcoming days. Moisture can cause bacteria and itching.

      Avoid hair removal chemicals

      Stay away from instant hair removal chemicals like Nair, and don't go tanning immediately. "Your pores are going to be super open, so lay off any tanning for two to three days as it's super sensitive," Brown says. Noted.

      Shimmy, shake, celebrate

      With your newfound freedom, it's OK to feel elated. You deserve it. Perhaps your dance moves will be a little more liberated or your squats at the gym a little easier to manage. Whatever the case, celebrate however you'd like: In a few months, you'll have the same process to look forward to.

      Have something to add to this story? Share it in the comments.

      TOPICS: FASHION, GROOMING, LIFESTYLE, SHAVING

      posted in Health & Fitness
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    • Sick Of Dating Real Men? Now You Can Virtually Date And Fall In Love

      Sick Of Dating Real Men? Now You Can Virtually Date And Fall In Love
      http://www.huffingtonpost.com/entry/sick-of-dating-real-men-now-you-can-virtually-date-and-fall-in-love_us_56bcafdae4b0c3c550503aa4
      "We all want to be loved."
      02/12/2016 08:13 am ET

      JamesMichael Nichols
      Deputy Queer Voices Editor, The Huffington Post

      Well, we guess it was inevitable – a new video game specifically designed for gay men is on the market that allows you to virtually date and fall in love with an A.I.

      "My Virtual Gay Boyfriend" creator Mike Amerson developed the game in response to the queer community asking him for their own version of Amerson's other games "My Virtual Boyfriend" and "My Virtual Girlfriend," which catered to a straight audience.

      The video game functions in levels, with the trajectory of the game operating around the mechanics of how real life relationships work after a player customizes their A.I. The early stages of the game involve a lot of small talk and flirting with your A.I., where the player determines the interests of the character and tries to develop a sense of compatibility. As the game progresses, the player does things for their A.I. that makes their heart meter fill -- with a full heart meter meaning a "level up."

      Alternatively, the player can actually negatively impact their relationship with the A.I., which can lead to a break-up.


      MY VIRTUAL BOYFRIEND
      Your virtual boyfriend levels up based on the development of your relationship.
      "The game is different things for different people, but my intent when creating it was for people to just have fun and be entertained by it," Amerson told The Huffington Post. "The game focuses on a relationship and, just as in real life, it can go either way. Sometimes it works out, other times it doesn't – which is reflected in the game too."

      The A.I. will eventually declares its love for the player at level 35 -- that's only if the player makes it this far and the relationship doesn't result in break-up. After reaching level 35, the game either ends or can keep going with the A.I. continuing to level up -- though there is little new content for the player after reaching this point.


      MY VIRTUAL BOYFRIEND
      Virtual boyfriends are customizable.
      As for the critics that would claim the game is actually negatively impacting the ability of queer men to develop meaningful, healthy relationships, Amerson says he sees it quite differently.

      "We all want to be loved, and no matter how advanced or realistic an A.I. is, it cannot offer the authenticity that a human can," Amerson continues. "Not that all humans are authentic all of the time, but in a romantic engagement with that person we certainly hope they are being genuine. The game employs a bit of flirty romance intermixed with some humor to keep the mood light and fun. If anything I think this game contributes to relationships as you have to learn to practice patience and compromise to get to higher levels – just like in real life."

      Want to decide for yourself? The "My Virtual Gay Boyfriend" is available on Apple, Amazon and Google Play.

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    • ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ Is Still Great: Meredith’s Brutal Attack Is the Perfect Stunt E

      ‘Grey’s Anatomy’ Is Still Great: Meredith’s Brutal Attack Is the Perfect Stunt Episode - The Daily Beast
      http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/02/11/grey-s-anatomy-is-still-great-meredith-s-brutal-attack-is-the-perfect-stunt-episode.html

      Continuing in a 12-season tradition, Thursday’s huge event episode proves why the long-running drama is still among TV’s best.
      There's lots to admire about the evolution of television, with the rise of prestige dramas, series created for bingeing, and all the creative and narrative liberties they afford.
      But there's also something to admire about the event episode. The big, fat, broadcast TV stunt that is advertised with blaring sirens and neon flashing lights. Ludicrous, implausible, utterly random acts of God that terrorize your beloved characters, in turn riveting you to your TV.
      Shonda Rhimes knows her way around a stunt.
      In the grand tradition of NYPD Blue, ER, and Law & Order (particularly of the SVU variety), Rhimes is a skilled maestro, masterfully conducting the loud, bombastic swell of the stunt episode, the must-see TV event.
      She crashed a ferry. She crashed an airplane. She killed McDreamy. She blew up Coach Taylor and made her poor damn cast sing for an hour.
      And Thursday night? She proved not only that she's still got the touch, but, for a series that's been on for 12 seasons and many people have written off as a broadcast relic in an age of streaming cable, that Grey's Anatomy is still capable of a first-class viewing experience.
      "The Sound of Silence," Thursday's night blockbuster episode of Grey's, certainly made due on the first requirement of quality stunt television: promote the goddamn hell out of it.
      Footage of Ellen Pompeo's Dr. Meredith Grey being beat up by a patient and left for dead on a hospital room floor has been promoted with the admirable aggression of, well, a network promoting an event episode.
      There's a cheapness to stunt TV, sure. But there's also a crass beauty to it.
      It's a high-risk creative gamble that only pays off when the series has properly built a universe of characters we are so invested in that we can forgive the implausibility of the larger-than-life situations we're about to find them in. Characters that we care so deeply for that the ludicrous scenario we're about to watch doesn't reek of a ratings grab or audience exploitation, but instead delivers a dramatic payoff.
      It's a kind of television that the slow-burn cable drama or the even slower-moving atmospheric television that has become all the rage in the age of streaming and binging can't get away with. It's television that you can't just watch at your leisure. It demands that you watch it right now. In an age of on-demand viewing, it's the last remaining TV that has any sense of urgency.
      And on all accounts, "The Sound of Silence" delivered.
      A standout performance from Ellen Pompeo, who for over a decade has been one of TV's most criminally underrated actresses, spotlighted a daringly directed (by Denzel Washington!) episode that just didn't shock for shock value's sake, but had meaningful things to say about female power, victimization, forgiveness, and resilience.
      Even though it still ranks as one of the highest-rated dramas on all of television, the most common response I get when I mention something about Grey's Anatomy is, "Oh my god! That's still on?" Thursday's episode proves why we should be so glad that is—and it reminds us why we fell in love with it in the first place.
      The episode began with Dr. Grey narrating a monologue on the gender politics of ambition in the professional workplace.
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      Underlining the theme of the episode, she says, "In this world where men are bigger, stronger, faster, if you're not ready to fight, the silence will kill you." This, of course, is an episode where we all know that Dr. Grey, a highly intelligent female surgeon, is about to be attacked by a man whose sheer strength overwhelms her.
      Is it heavy-handed? God yes. But this is Grey's Anatomy. It's supposed to be.
      A major thing that is lost in television criticism is the concept of audience. Is Grey's Anatomy, or any Shondaland creation for that matter, high art? Couldn't be farther from it. But does it expertly execute a tricky balance of camp, soap, and culturally provocative drama? Better than anyone in the game, and that's why it has value.
      The handling of the big attack scene in "The Sound of Silence" proves it.
      Dr. Grey is treating a patient who wakes up after a seizure disoriented and confused. She is alone in the treatment room with him and, because of his brain trauma, he starts beating her when she tries to get him back into bed. The door to the room is closed and the blinds are drawn. Dr. Grey is helpless.
      In a remarkable directorial decision, the most brutal parts of the attack aren't actually shown. This is another way this broadcast TV stunt differs from a cable series. The graphic images are left to the imagination instead of being shown as some Game of Thrones-esque violence porn.
      I'd argue there's a greater creative payoff because of it. The way the attack is presented akin to a scene in a horror film. What you don't see is scarier than what you do.
      There's not enough credit being given to ABC for the bold storytelling freedom it grants its content makers.
      You look at a series like American Crime, which will air an entire episode of two-person dialogue scenes, often times not even cutting to the perspective of the minor player in the conversation, and then cap the whole hour off with a five-minute interpretive dance.
      There's a similar provocative mode of storytelling at play here. During the attack Dr. Grey's eardrums burst and she was made temporarily deaf.
      Making the harrowing decision to play most of the episode from the perspective of Dr. Grey—thus viscerally portraying her fear, confusion, and distress as she heals from the trauma—most of the episode plays out without any dialogue, instead soundtracked by the unsettling siren sound that Dr. Grey hears and sometimes even silence.
      Sound, then, becomes the first indicator that she's getting better. Denzel Washington, eh? This guy's got a future.
      Ellen Pompeo was spectacular in the episode, given the arduous task of acting without being able to speak, conveying the myriad emotions a person victimized in this way feels without the vehicle of speech to express them. Still, she manages to telegraph the conflicted feelings a person has as a victim of an act no one can be held truly accountable for. She portrays the burden of being a good patient.
      Sticking true to a narrative that's defined Meredith Grey for over a decade, Pompeo continued to explore the idea of likability, and whether that should matter in the portrayal of a lead television character. Grey wasn't a noble or accommodating patient. She was a raging bitch and looked like shit.
      It was beautifully messy. Meredith Grey is still imperfect. It's hard to watch. And it's fantastic.
      In terms of Grey's history of event episodes, it's unlikely that "The Sound of Silence" will be remembered as iconically as the ferry crash or the bomb episode. But it may actually be the more valuable than both.
      That's the other benefit of stunt TV: it's a clever way to remind casual viewers of a long-running series' relevance.
      There was a time that Grey's Anatomy was a religion for me. I was one of many devout followers. Over 12 seasons, we've lost our faith a bit. We've become lapse worshippers. But once in a while we still return to our church.
      Like a Christmas-and-Easter Catholic, we're conditioned to return on major occasions. Stunt episodes are our religious holidays.
      We find that it is possible to return now and again. We don't know who the hell half the characters are at this point, and can't give a crap about who's boinking whom. But when Meredith, or Alex, or Bailey have a crisis, we're invested. They're our people. We haven't seen them in a while. But they're still our people.
      And Grey's Anatomy? It's still our show. We picked it. We chose it. And we still love it.

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    • Lady Gaga’s Fabulous, Super Gay Super Bowl National Anthem

      Lady Gaga’s Fabulous, Super Gay Super Bowl National Anthem - The Daily Beast
      http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/02/07/lady-gaga-s-fabulous-super-gay-super-bowl-national-anthem.html

      Campy, theatrical, and queer-as-hell, Lady Gaga’s super gay, super patriotic ‘Star-Spangled Banner’ at the Super Bowl is a sign of the times. Of changing, acceptant times.
      Lady Gaga is my America.
      I just can’t believe that now it’s yours, too.
      Dressed mutedly—this is Lady Gaga, every thing is relative—in a shimmering red pantsuit, her eyelids beglittered to match, and her hair teased up to be closer to God (or closer to the planet she’s beamed down from, take your pick), our Mother Monster looked like a fancy lady who stuck her finger in an electrical socket. And then she electrified us with a campy, full-voiced, theatrical-as-hell rendition of the national anthem at the Super Bowl.
      And she did it at the biggest, most American, and, arguably, most conservative showcase an entertainer can be given.
      Ever since Whitney Houston set her vocal cords bursting in air in 1991, a beacon moment for the melding of patriotism and melisma, the singing of the national anthem prior to the Super Bowl has been not so much a showcase for the diva of the moment’s belting fireworks (though it very much is that) as it has been a reflection of our cultural times.
      Saint Whitney’s epic 1991 performance turned patriotism into art.
      The Persian Gulf War and fears of a terrorist attack loomed over Super Bowl XXV like a dark cultural cloud. Houston’s high note on the word “free” remade our country’s signature song into a motivational speech, an act of defiance, a salute, and, perhaps most importantly, a comfort blanket.
      We’re all American. We’re all together. We’re all singing this song… we’re all OK.
      So much did we need her, the America she—dressed in a tacky-ass red, white, and blue jogging suit with her Jersey-born smile—represented that the song skyrocketed up the Billboard charts. Crooning your allegiance to the land of the free and the home of the brave was no longer just a ritual at worst, an emotional experience at best. It was commercial.
      Chart the years since Houston and you see the choice of Super Bowl performer reflect the times he or she is singing in; a byproduct of pop’s current climate and buzz. You can, for example, count four former American Idol contestants among the performers. Heck, last year saw Frozen mania surface an invite for Idina Menzel.

      But you can also read into the choices for what they represent. Alicia Keys, in the months following the Newtown school shooting, provided the gravitas our country needed. Billy Joel in 2007, the nostalgia. Or, in the case of someone like Kathie Lee Gifford in 1995, the kitsch.
      You see all of America when you look at these performers, be it the tween-dreams of the Backstreet Boys, the country pride of the Dixie Chicks, or the cheering for second chances, with Christina Aguilera performing in 2011 at the height of her career’s second act (though botching a few lyrics).
      Since Whitney, performing the national anthem at our country’s most-watched televised event means something, so much so that you know producers spend months debating and arguing over who to invite. Who is “now,” but represents a timeless, traditional America.
      My god, they chose Lady Gaga.
      It might be hard to remember, what with her recent transformation into classic Hollywood glamour queen, but Lady Gaga represented—and continues to represent—the outcasts. Specifically, she represents the outcasts that the heart of America, its mainstream, has tended to cast away.
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      Mother Monster, with her meat dresses and disco sticks and middle finger basking in being “Born This Way,” wasn’t the American Idol. She was the idol for the weirdos. The mistreated. The misunderstood. And, truly, the gays.
      In front of the most heteronormative, traditionally homophobic population in the country—the NFL and its diehard fans—our gay hero sang the national anthem. And we got to sing along, too… we’re going to be OK.
      It’s perhaps a bit disheartening that it took Gaga’s normative reinvention to get an invite like this. While she’s been leading her band of misfits for years, it took crooning with Tony Bennett and singing Julie Andrews at the Oscars for the rest of the world to catch on to the transgressive powers of her talents.

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      It would have been powerful for our dear, queer, fearless leader to be belting the national anthem in one of her old, infamous ensembles. What a statement that would have made.
      But she made that statement in other, subtler ways.
      Of course, you could hardly call a sequined pantsuit and that Morticia hair subtle. It’s certainly the gayest outfit I’ve seen on the football field.
      But it’s her performance where she gave it to us.
      With all eyes on her, Gaga sang a national anthem that was so earnest that it ascended to camp. This wasn’t Faith Hill schmaltzing about the rockets’ red glare. This is a Broadway babe singing to her fans, her misfits, her gays like the theatrical drag queen she is.
      To you, maybe she seemed traditional. To us, she was serving.
      She sounded phenomenal. It’s the plight of the Little Monsters: dress yourself up too much or over-embrace your weirdness, and you’re suddenly a distraction. Lady Gaga has always been one of our most talented pop vocalists, but as just one component of an act that included a costume, a mentality, and a put-on-a-show production, those vocal chops somehow got lost.
      It was only recently, when she stripped away the trappings, that many have taken notice.
      Still, for those who knew all along, there’s a power in her being given this showcase. You might assume we’re reading too much into this, and that may be the case.
      But at a time when gay rights, LGBT struggles and queer violence, depression, suicide, and acceptance dominate political and cultural conversation, it speaks to the America that, if not the one we have now, is the one that we may be heading toward that it was Lady Gaga, our queer hero, who was the one to sing for us.
      That it was Lady Gaga who sang for not just us, but us, an entire country as we seized our patriotism and embraced our Americanness: by pledging to our flag and then gathering en masse around a television set to eat an obscene amount of food.
      Maybe it was just a talented singer performing a solid rendition of the national anthem. But maybe, pray to Saint Whitney, it was also a sign of the times.

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    • Listen to Beyoncé’s Surprise New Song ‘Formation’

      Listen to Beyoncé’s Surprise New Song ‘Formation’ - The Daily Beast
      http://www.thedailybeast.com/articles/2016/02/06/listen-to-beyonc-s-surprise-new-song-formation.html
      HOT FIRE02.07.16 5:35 AM ET

      Listen to Beyoncé’s Surprise New Song ‘Formation’
      Who run the world? Queen Bey does.
      Bey is back!
      The day before she's scheduled to perform during the Super Bowl 50 halftime show, Beyoncé dropped a new surprise single called "Formation."
      The track features a swampy, springy beat from producer Mike WiLL Made-It, and is packed with biographical lyrics about her proud ties to the south—"They'll never take the country out me / I got hot sauce in my bag / Swag"— and how much she simply slays the competition.
      In the accompanying music video, Beyoncé is seen lying atop a partially submerged New Orleans police car, dancing in an antebellum Big Easy home with various outfits of the era, and generally looking like the Queen of the Creole South. Bounce-music icon Big Freedia and Beyoncé's daughter Blue Ivy Carter both make brief cameos.
      Later in the video, a line of police officers stand opposite a dancing child in all-black clothing; they put their hands up and a wall tagged with the words "stop shooting us" appears—a serious nod to #BlackLivesMatter.
      The song is available for free download, via Tidal, and is her first new release since the 2014 release of Beyoncé: Platinum Edition. Fans can also check out her new line of "Formation"-themed merch, including a shirt that says "Hot Sauce."

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    • Mark Hix recipes: Our chef turns game into rich winter treats

      Mark Hix recipes: Our chef turns game into rich winter treats | Features | Lifestyle | The Independent
      http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/features/mark-hix-recipes-our-chef-turns-game-into-rich-winter-treats-a6864376.html
      Game is a great dish for this time of year, from rillettes to wild duck pastilla
      Mark Hix @HixRestaurants Saturday 13 February 2016

      Game Rillettes are handy as a starter for a dinner party, or to take on a picnic, shoot or fishing trip Joe Woodhouse

      I'm in the fortunate position of being able to acquire game during the shooting season, which I then store in the freezer. I normally just quickly pull the feathers and skin away from the flesh on the carcass, then freeze the breasts, thighs, and drumsticks separately, to make rich winter treats such as the ones below. This is what we have butchers for, but whatever way you prep it, game is a great dish for this time of year.

      Game rillettes

      Serves 6-8

      Rillettes are always handy as a standby snack or a starter for a dinner party, or to take on a picnic, shoot or fishing trip.

      500g game meat, cut into 2-3 cm chunks
      500g pork belly, rind and bones removed, cut into 2-3cm chunks
      200g duck fat
      5 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed
      ½tsp ground nutmeg
      2tsp freshly ground black pepper
      2tsp flaky sea salt
      2 bay leaves
      6 juniper berries, roughly chopped
      1tbsp fresh thyme leaves

      Preheat the oven to 150C/gas mark 2. Put all the ingredients into a heavy-bottomed ovenproof dish with a lid, pour in 150ml of cold water and gently bring the contents of the pan up to a simmer. Cover with a lid and put into the oven for 3-3½ hours. Stir occasionally and add a little more water if the liquid has evaporated. The rillettes are done when the meat is falling apart.

      Empty the contents of the pan into a colander or sieve over a bowl. Allow to cool a little and remove the bay leaves.

      With a fork or very clean fingers break up the pieces of meat into shreds; any large remaining pieces of fat will have to be chopped up with a knife or broken up in a blender. Transfer to a clean bowl, then mix in enough of the strained fat to form a creamy paste. Add a little more salt and pepper if required.

      Transfer the mix into sterilised preserving vessels such as Kilner jars. Spoon a little more fat on top and seal. Refrigerate for up to six months.

      Wild duck pastilla

      Serves 4

      If you've been to Morocco you may have come across pastilla. It is their native pie, usually made with pigeon along with almonds, sugar and cinnamon – which may have originally been used to disguise the gaminess of the birds.

      2-3 wild ducks with the meat removed from the carcass, skinned and cut into rough 1-2cm chunks
      Bones from the duck carcass
      1ltr chicken stock (or use a quality cube)
      6tbsp olive oil
      1 medium onion, finely chopped
      4 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed
      A good pinch of saffron
      1tsp powdered ginger
      1tbsp chopped parsley
      1tbsp chopped coriander
      1tsp freshly ground black pepper
      1tsp salt
      1tbsp icing sugar
      100g butter
      About 20-24 warka pastry leaves or sheets of filo pastry, about 18cm square
      60g melted butter
      5 hard-boiled eggs, chopped

      For the sugared-almond mixture

      350g ground almonds
      5tbsp icing sugar
      3tbsp orange-flower water or 4tbsp water
      1/2tsp ground cinnamon

      To serve

      Icing sugar
      Ground cinnamon

      Preheat the oven to 200C/gas mark 6. Chop the duck bones and simmer them gently in the chicken stock for 45 minutes. Strain the stock through a fine-meshed sieve and discard the bones.

      Heat the olive oil in a heavy-bottomed pan, and fry the pieces of duck for a couple minutes on a high heat until nicely coloured, stirring every so often. Add the onion, garlic, saffron, ginger, parsley, coriander, pepper and salt, and stir well. Add the strained stock, bring to the boil and simmer very gently for 30 minutes. Add the tablespoon of icing sugar and the 100g of butter and simmer for another 20 minutes. The meat should be tender now and the cooking liquid quite rich and flavoursome, and just coating the meat. If not, simmer a little longer. Break the meat up a little into the sauce with the back of a spoon and leave to cool.

      To assemble the pastilla, first take a straight-sided tart or cake tin with a removable base (or a bottomless flan ring on a baking tray) measuring 18-20cm across by 5-6cm or more deep. Brush the bottom and sides with some of the 60g of melted butter. Lay a square of pastry on the base. Then lay on another 5 sheets all round the tin, overlapping the central sheet on the base, then going up the sides of the tin so half the sheet overhangs the edge ready to be folded over later.

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      Mark has swapped pigeon for duck in his pastilla (Joe Woodhouse)
      Mix together all the ingredients for the sugared-almond mixture and spread half of it on the base of the pastry, leaving about 1cm around the edges. Place 2 more sheets of pastry over the sugared almond mixture. Mix the chopped eggs with the duck mixture and spoon all the filling over the pastry.

      Cover with 2 more leaves of pastry. Spoon the rest of the almond mixture over the pastry then cover with a couple more leaves. Brush with more butter and fold the overhanging sides up and towards the middle. Cover with one more sheet and firm down the top with your hands.

      Bake the pastilla in the oven for about 20 minutes until golden brown. Carefully run a knife around the edge to loosen the sides, and place a serving dish or flat plate upside down over the tin. Carefully invert the pastilla on to the plate and then slide on to a baking tray or the base of the tart tin without the sides.

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      Brush all over with melted butter, return to the oven and cook for a further 15 minutes. If it's browning too much, cover with foil and turn the oven down.

      Remove from the oven and leave to cool a little. Then, using a fish slice, carefully transfer to a serving dish. Cut some long strips of paper about 1cm wide. Dust the top, preferably with a dredger or fine sieve, with some icing sugar then lay the strips a couple of centimetres apart and dredge with the cinnamon to create brown and white stripes. Serve hot cut into wedges.

      Planning ahead tip: you can cook the filling for this a couple days in advance and assemble just before cooking.

      Polenta with game ragu

      Serves 4

      You can use any game for this wonderfully hearty dish, perfect for February.

      A few tablespoons of vegetable oil
      300g game meat in a rough 1cm dice
      1 large onion, peeled and finely chopped
      4 cloves of garlic, peeled and crushed
      100g pancetta or smoked streaky bacon, cut into a rough 1cm dice
      1tbsp plain flour
      2tsp tomato purée
      2 sticks of celery, peeled if necessary and cut into a rough 1cm dice
      1tsp chopped thyme or oregano leaves
      100ml red wine
      750ml hot beef stock
      1 small can of chopped tomatoes

      For the polenta

      750ml milk
      1 clove of garlic, peeled and crushed
      1 bay leaf
      Salt and freshly ground white pepper
      A pinch of nutmeg
      75 g quick cooking polenta
      100 ml double cream
      75 g freshly grated parmesan

      Heat a little vegetable oil in a large, heavy frying pan. Season the game meat and fry in a couple of batches on a high heat for 3–4 minutes until nicely coloured, then add the onion, garlic and pancetta and continue cooking for 3–4 minutes without colouring. Stir in the flour and cook on a low heat for a minute. Stir in the tomato purée, celery and thyme, then gradually add the red wine, beef stock and tomatoes, stirring constantly to avoid lumps forming. Bring to the boil, season, lower the heat and simmer gently for about an hour or until the meat is tender.

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      Mark Hix recipes: Our chef shows how to make chicken interesting
      Meanwhile bring the milk to the boil in a thick-bottomed pan, then add the garlic, bay leaf, salt and pepper and nutmeg.

      Simmer for 5 minutes then whisk in the polenta and cook on a low heat for about 10 minutes, stirring every so often so that it doesn't stick to the bottom of the pan. A simmering plate is useful for this. Add the cream and parmesan and cook for a further 5 minutes. To serve, spoon the polenta on to warmed serving plates and spoon the game ragu on top

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    • How to make a pancake, according to the experts

      How to make a pancake, according to the experts | Food and Drink | Lifestyle | The Independent
      http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/pancake-day-recipe-how-to-make-a-pancake-according-to-the-experts-a6862596.html

      Pancakes with strawberry sauce and strawberries Rex

      Everyone loves pancakes and wants to know the secret of cooking them. And that partly depends on whether you’re after the thin, crêpe-like European style or the thicker ones more popular in North America as each requires a different approach.

      When you make pancake batter you are mixing a whole range of different chemicals (so all sorts of reactions take place in the cooking). The dry ingredients contain flour and sugar, as well as salt and maybe either baking powder or baking soda. Flour supplies protein, molecules made of lots of amino-acids joined in chains, along with starch, which similarly is made of lots of simple sugar molecules joined in chains.

      Much of the protein in flour is gluten. When you mix the flour with eggs and milk, the gluten molecules get more flexible and can bind to each other forming networks. The mixing causes carbon dioxide gas from the air to be trapped by these networks, which causes the pancake to rise (just like bread does) and creates its chewable texture. Eggs give you more protein, while sugar and butter give tenderness to the texture and the fluids help the mixing process and enable chemical reactions to occur.
      Raising standards

      Thicker pancakes need a raising agent which produces carbon dioxide by itself when heated. This is typically sodium bicarbonate (baking soda) or baking powder, a mixture of sodium bicarbonate with a weak acid like cream of tartar. You might remember from chemistry lessons at school that when you mix an acid with a carbonate, you get a fizzing. This is the carbon dioxide gas.

      Professor Peter Barham of the University of Bristol is one of the great experts on the science of cooking and he has some good advice about getting things right when making pancakes:

      For a start, cooks always use too much batter' and that the pan should be hot, but not too hot ‘almost smoking - but not blue smoke’ and should just have a smear of butter or fat.

      He goes on to say that a “standing” period of between one and three hours before cooking is vital.

      It is important to beat the mixture hard, so that gluten forms, for the mixture to then stand to allow the starch to swell and any air bubbles to pop. Unless you do this, the structure of the pancake will be weak and it will be full of holes.

      Nigel Slater says that you don’t have to let the batter stand, but half an hour is probably best. It’s also important to remember that if you add buttermilk, which is slightly acidic, it will also react with the carbonates, and leave the batter too long, all the gas bubbles will have escaped, and your pancakes will be flat.

      Most chefs do not suggest a particular cooking temperature (moderate heat seems the norm). The pan should be hot enough for the pancake to brown in less than a minute, but not so hot that the batter “sets” when you put it on the pan, before it has time to spread. But all seem to agree on the importance of getting the right pan -– a nice heavy, flat one, which will hold the heat well.

      Browning off

      The aroma and colour of pancakes originate in the same chemical reaction, known as the Maillard reaction, after its French discoverer, Louis-Camille Maillard. It is caused by hot sugars reacting with amino-acids, generating a wide range of small molecules that escape from the mixture and carry their smells (such as nuts, bread or coffee) to your nose. Some of these brown compounds, also found in bread and coffee, are called melanoidins.

      If you are just a bit mathematically inclined, you will appreciate how university researchers have shown you can even use formulae for making pancakes – whether to work out how much batter you need or how to get the perfect flip. At a more complicated level, these formulae bring in factors such as the cooking time and the temperature of the pan to get as near perfection as you can. But ultimately, for all the formulae, advice from chefs and scietific tips, there’s only one thing for it – start mixing that batter.

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    • How Tasmania became Australia’s newest gourmet hotspot: This island could become

      How Tasmania became Australia’s newest gourmet hotspot: This island could become a pit-stop on the Michelin circuit | Australasia & Pacific | Travel | The Independent
      http://www.independent.co.uk/travel/ausandpacific/how-tasmania-became-australia-s-newest-gourmet-hotspot-this-island-could-become-a-pit-stop-on-the-a6855986.html
      It was once nobody’s choice as a gourmet destination, but Tasmania’s rich produce has turned it into a Michelin contender. Mark Ellwood explores, spoon in hand
      Mark Ellwood Monday 8 February 2016

      It was the fresh fruit in Alistair Wise’s ice cream that convinced me. “My favourite is raspberry-rhubarb sorbet, rippled through vanilla – it reminds me of an English summer,” swoons the Tasmania-born chef, dolloping out another serving.

      Six years ago, Wise returned to his home island after apprenticing in London with Gordon Ramsay’s protégée, Angela Hartnett. He opened the bakery in which we now sit, Sweet Envy, on a quiet residential street in north Hobart. Perched at a wooden table in the all-white space, with his shaven head and sleeve of tattoos, Wise more resembles an army reservist than a chef – at least, until he starts raving about food, specifically desserts like that home-made ice cream.

      His cooking on the island benefits from the superb fruit here, grown in the cooler Tasmanian climate; it makes berries and stone fruit less sugary but gives a richer mouth feel. The price helps, too: blackberries cost just a quarter of what they do in London, he explains, so he can affordably pack ice-cream full of fruit.

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      “It’s not a cream base that’s tinted with a flavour – it’s reversed, so it’s more like a vanilla ripple,” he says. Wise will often pick up superb produce at honesty boxes on the roadside groaning with juicy apples – a few dollars for a kilo, he marvels – he even relies on a network of cottage gardens, where individuals grow produce as a hobby. For reasons like these, and more, as an unexpected gourmet paradise, Tasmania is the Garden of Eating.

      It’s startling to realise that this island could become a pit-stop on the Michelin circuit. After all, among fellow Australians, Tasmania is known largely for its now-endangered namesake devil and rural, backward-thinking mores (homosexuality was decriminalised less than 20 years ago). In the past decade, though, Tasmania has quietly earned its culinary credentials and become a pilgrimage-worthy destination for dinner.

      Driving the lanes and quiet roads which fan out from the state capital, Hobart, Tasmania reminds me of northern California. The two areas share many attributes: lush, fertile land quilted with smallholdings where farmers lovingly cultivate heirloom vegetables, small batch wines or hormone-free meats. Both are blessed with a passel of microclimates, almost anything will grow and most crops thrive. Just as chefs like Alice Waters championed the produce of the Bay Area in the 1970s, kick-starting new American cooking, so folks like Alistair Wise have arrived in Tasmania to open small restaurants and develop their own distinctive style of cooking. Call it Country Australian.

      Take Steve Cumper, a true pioneer; he was one of the first to emerge here as chef-owner of Red Velvet Lounge just outside Hobart. It has just reopened after an extensive renovation in the wake of a terrible fire back in 2014 which gutted the century-old building in which it’s housed.

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      Sweet Envy Bakery
      Then there’s jolly expatriate Canadian Kim Seagram. She was so impressed by the quality in Tasmania while on a visit that she moved here. She set up not one but two thriving restaurants in Launceston: Stillwater, a high-end spot tucked into a historic flour mill, and the more casual Black Cow Bistro, the best place in Tasmania to sample island-raised beef. Unlike in mainland Australia, no growth promoters are allowed in cattle-rearing.

      Areas with a somewhat damp, English-style climate are ideal for traditional breeds such as Angus and Hereford. They are slower growing than some more mass-market breeds but offer meat that is more buttery with a stronger flavour.

      The fish from surrounding waters is exceptional, too; it’s served at new restaurants such as chef David Moyle’s Franklin, a raw concrete space carved out of an old Ford showroom in downtown Hobart. “Why does our fish taste so good? It’s the cold water, mate,” shrugs Mark Eather. The gruff but charming fisherman is one of the local restaurant scene’s secret weapons. Until the recent surge in new restaurants, he flew almost his entire haul to Japan – so high is the quality of his abalone, or king fish, that Eather’s long-time prime client was the exacting Tsukiji fish market in Tokyo. Now, though, he only exports 20 per cent, and the rest stays to be cooked and served on the island.

      Eather’s particular success also owes much to a stringent adherence to the principal of ikejime, a practice aiming to kill fish as fast and as painlessly as possible to stop stress hormones flooding the flesh and so tainting the taste. “I won’t even give them a fish that’s got a scar on it,” he says. No wonder he’s been nicknamed Perfection-San.

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      Oysters at Black Cow
      But nothing surprises me more than the calibre of Tasmania’s wine. Hobart is full of new bars where the backbone of their list is an impressive haul of local vintages – see Glass House, built on a pontoon in the town’s harbour and aptly named for the views it offers across the water; and Society Salamanca, which augments local wines with small-batch liqueurs made on the island.

      No sector better illustrates Tasmania’s concentration on quality over quantity than wine. There are just 200 or so vineyards here. In 2014, they produced less than 1 per cent of Australia’s total output. However, Tasmania supplied more than 10 per cent of the nation’s premium wine – indeed, none of the island’s vintages sells for less than the A$15 (£8) threshold to be considered A-grade.

      As one bartender explains, thanks to the cool nights and warm days of Tasmania’s autumn, growers can leave fruit on the vine for longer; that chillier overall climate is ideal for pinot noir and chardonnay, which form the majority of the grapes grown here. A few of the most impressive sparkling wines are exported overseas, including the UK, such as Jansz, an enterprise co-founded in the 1980s by Louis Roederer.

      I’m also impressed by the high standard of cooking and enthusiasm on Tasmania, a contrast with the somewhat careworn effect of Hobart itself and the rustic, countrified landscape elsewhere. It’s a local food writer, Matthew Evans, who helps me best understand the shift. He was lured here from Sydney by the burgeoning gourmet scene.

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      “Tasmania was widely known for having the best produce in the nation, but the worst chefs,” he explains. This began to change a decade ago, when cheaper domestic flights on budget airlines helped better connect Hobart with the mainland. It made commuting to, and holidaying on, the island far easier, and siphoned fresh visitors down to explore one of Australia’s quieter corners. Among them were several chefs who ended up making Tasmania their permanent base.

      Next time I visit, I’m determined to refine my techniques via a day or so at one of the island’s new cooking schools such as Agrarian Kitchen, run by Rodney and Severine Dunn. In a process they call Paddock to Plate, the couple task students with spending the morning foraging and picking produce, before cooking what they’ve retrieved together in class during the afternoon.

      On this trip at least, though, I’m focusing on working my way through Alistair Wise’s entire dessert cabinet at Sweet Envy. Just as he hands me another scoop of ice cream, he stage-whispers his excitement at his latest ingredient. “You can even get fresh yuzu here now,” he says, a nod to the stringent controls on produce imported to the island. “A woman ate a yuzu to bring the seeds in, and then pooped them in the garden.”

      Getting there

      There are no direct flights from Britain. Connect from Melbourne, Sydney or Brisbane on Jetstar (jetstar.com), Qantas (qantas.com) or Virgin Australia (virginaustralia.com).

      Visiting there

      Agrarian Kitchen, Lachlan (00 61 3 6261 1099; theagrariankitchen.com). Classes from A$385 (£190)pp.

      Black Cow Bistro, Launceston (00 61 3 6331 9333; blackcowbistro.com.au).

      D’Meure vineyard, Birchs Bay (00 61 3 6267 4483; dmeure.com.au).

      Franklin, Hobart (00 61 3 6234 3375; franklinhobart.com.au).

      The Glass House, Franklin Wharf, Hobart (00 61 437 245 540; theglass.house).

      Stillwater, Launceston (00 61 3 6331 4153; stillwater.com.au).

      Society Salamanca, Hobart (00 61 6223 1497).

      Sweet Envy, Hobart (00 61 3 6234 8805; sweetenvy.com).

      Staying there

      The Moorilla wine estate at Mona (the Museum of Old and New Art) in Berriedale has eight standalone modernist cottages  with views across the water (00  61 3 6277 9900; mona.net.au).  Prices start at A$650 (£322), including breakfast.

      The only downside to staying in one of the sumptuous but minimalist suites at Saffire Freycinet, on the east coast, is that you won’t want to leave the room (00 61 3 6256 7888; saffire-freycinet.com.au). Doubles from A$1,950 (£965), all inclusive.

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    • The Flitch of Bacon, restaurant review: An explosion of talent in a corner of Es

      The Flitch of Bacon, restaurant review: An explosion of talent in a corner of Essex, where every dish is superb | Reviews | Lifestyle | The Independent
      http://www.independent.co.uk/life-style/food-and-drink/reviews/the-flitch-of-bacon-restaurant-review-an-explosion-of-talent-in-a-corner-of-essex-where-every-dish-a6864296.html

      The village pub in Little Dunmow has been rescued from obsolescence and dusted off for the 21st century

      If you've read your Chaucer, you'll know about the Dunmow Flitch, a side of bacon awarded in Essex to any couple who could prove they hadn't argued or regretted their marriage for a year and a day. History shows that the flitch was successfully claimed only six times over three centuries, a fact that will come as no surprise to anyone who has sat in a restaurant on Valentine's night surrounded by glum couples playing Candy Crush on their phones.

      Like the medieval tradition it's named for, the village pub in Little Dunmow has been rescued from obsolescence and dusted off for the 21st century. New owner Daniel Clifford is the Michelin-garlanded chef-patron of Midsummer House in Cambridge, and two-time finalist on Great British Menu. Despairing of finding somewhere decent to eat in his area, he bought his local and set about doing the full Tom Kerridge on it, transforming a moribund pub into a destination restaurant with rooms. Heading up the kitchen, is the prodigious Danny Gill, a Midsummer House alumnus who scored first head chef position – at Pimlico's Roussillon – when he was only 23 years old.

      It's a dusty corner of the world for talent of this order to pitch up in. If a village within an hour's drive of central London can feasibly be described as "in the middle of nowhere", Little Dunmow would be that place, buried deep in that surprisingly rural quadrant of Essex bisected by Stansted airport and the M11. To attempt to find the Flitch without the help of satnav would test the fondest of marital relations.

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      Talk about vaut le voyage though. Confident good taste is encoded in every aspect of the Flitch, from the flagstoned bar with its delicious Scandinavian ladderback armchairs and velvet settles, to the exuberant floral wallpaper in the dining room. The gloomy hand of Messrs Farrow & Ball has been banished – the only Dead Salmon here is on the menu, and heritage comes in the form of the Penguin Classics wallpaper in the bathroom.

      The kitchen is very much part of the smallish dining room: designed to give fans of Great British Menu a ringside view of maximum Dan-age. The guvnor is on the pass the evening we visit: in these early days, he's dividing his time between the Flitch and Midsummer House. "All set, boys and girls?" he calls to his brigade as service begins.

      Set they surely are: every dish that leaves the kitchen, with rat-a-tat timing, is superb, from the warm sack of limber, loose-textured sourdough, to the cocoa-dredged pistachio soufflé, tall as a chef's toque, with a quenelle of chocolate sorbet to stir through its shimmering depths.

      There's nothing particularly pubbish about the dinner menu, apart from beer-battered pollock and chips with mushy peas. Presentation is polished without tipping into fussiness. There may be microherbs and puréed dots and dabs gilding a chicken liver parfait, but they don't detract from the main event, the collision of that silken, huge-flavoured pâté with airy, griddle-striped brioche. Beetroot, baked on open coals to distil all its earthy sweetness, is showcased by a sweet marmalade of golden beets and friable hazelnut biscuits.

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      Plump mussels, heady with cider and garlic, depth-charge an otherwise subtle assembly of crisp-skinned stone bass and puréed parsley root. In the land of the flitch, local pork – from Dunmow food heroes Great Garnetts – is a must-order; a trencherman, bone-in pork chop comes with a finger of confit belly and a heap of lardon-spiked shredded cabbage. This, and an indulgent side of gratin dauphinois, suggests the Flitch would be a fantastic place to come for Sunday lunch.

      The dining room is small – in the summer, garden seating will double the size – but tables are huge and generously spaced, and fans of TV cooking shows will enjoy the theatrical calls for service which punctuate the mood music. One particularly energetic chorus of "Yes, chef" prompted my startled guest to gasp, "What's going on? If I'd wanted to hear a bloke yelling, I'd have stayed at home".

      But I'm clutching at straws here. Everything is right about the Flitch, from the warmly welcoming young staff, to the fact that the bar area still feels like a proper pub, albeit a pub that serves crispy quails' eggs as a bar snack. It may be too late to book a table for Valentine's Day tomorrow, but make a note of it for 2017. Telling your loved one you're taking them somewhere wonderful to eat in a year and a day should keep them happy enough to win you that side of bacon.

      Food ****
      ​Ambience ****
      Service ****

      The Flitch of Bacon, The Street, Little Dunmow, Essex CM6 3HT. Tel: 01371 821660

      Set lunch £18 two courses/£22.50 three courses. À la carte around £35 for three courses before wine and service

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