<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><rss xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>The Punk Rock Kitchen Blog</title><description>The &lt;a href="http://www.punkrockkitchen.com"&gt;Punk Rock Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;'s Connie Sewer &lt;BR&gt;drops some rock 'n' roll wisdom on yer ass.</description><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</managingEditor><pubDate>Fri, 8 Mar 2024 00:41:16 -0800</pubDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">168</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/</link><language>en-us</language><item><title>(Recipes Found in) Weird New Jersey</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2011/02/recipes-found-in-weird-new-jersey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 22 Feb 2011 18:06:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-8725229034812646437</guid><description>The Punk Rock Kitchen is relocating to a different (and much cooler) part of Jersey City soon, so I've been weeding through overstuffed drawers and doing some packing in preparation. 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Keep rockin' ladies!</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4136/4804683946_e73052ec3b_t.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Happy Customer</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-customer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:09:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-5102168868137255202</guid><description>How's this for a great message from a recent Cookie Chaos! buyer: "Thank you so much for shipping asap..received it this am..perfect..you rock..."Love it!</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>What I Dig About Christmas: Cookies</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-i-dig-about-christmas-cookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 3 Jan 2010 09:37:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-4785808656809632944</guid><description>I'm not always into the holiday spirit, and this year, honestly, was no different. But, I LOVE making these amazing Italian cookies each year. And this year was no different. I make the date-filled cookies (inspired by the classic fig-filled Italian variety) with my Rock-Out Cut-Out dough. That recipe is in the Cookie Chaos! booklet. I use that dough for the sesame cookies as well. Sometimes, if </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Slaughterhouse Live Ones</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/10/slaughterhouse-live-ones.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 17 Oct 2009 07:40:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-6560460658290629783</guid><description>Weird scene last night at Bar 9 in Hell's Kitchen. This stream of guys in suits walked in during the Live Ones set -- like 8 or 10 of them -- and while passing by the stage, one of 'em yells, "Fuckin' suits! I hate suits!" or something to that effect. Translation: I know we look like douchebags but, I assure you, we're actually cool.As they shuffled past towards the back room, they peered at the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>The Glam Rock Heathers</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/09/glam-rock-heathers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Wed, 16 Sep 2009 17:07:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-5204243918081300072</guid><description>The pop culture world seems to think it's the '80s again, but the rock/punk subculture in NYC seems to think it's the '70s. Maybe not, but hear me out.Last night, at the Zeros show at Southpaw (which was amazing despite the fact they didn't play "Girl on the Block"), there must have been five guys with the same ridiculous glam rock mullet (which I guess qualifies as a late '70s/early '80s thing).</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Mr. Music Industry Suit</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/06/mr-music-industry-suit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 08:13:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-1627410515423130313</guid><description>Like a lot of people, my day job involves working alongside people wearing suits. Hey, it's OK. It's what it is. I find that sort of apparel unnecessary for most occasions, but I also don't have ambitions to be a corporate exec, either. Still, I need to gripe about Mr. Suit. In particular, Mr. Music Industry Suit. At the Dinosaur Jr. show at Music Hall of Williamsburg this past Thursday, I got in</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Death Show - First Time, Only Time?</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-show-first-time-only-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2009 15:47:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-2977608203871844591</guid><description>I can't help but wonder whether last night's Death gig at the Joey Ramone tribute show at Irving was the only time I'll have ever had the chance to see them play. It sounds corny, but I feel really privileged to have seen and heard them live and in-person. Honestly, I got a little choked up towards the end of their 3-song set. They kicked it off with "Keep on Knocking," then went into "Freakin' </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Joey Ramone B'day Party featuring DEATH!</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/05/joey-ramone-bday-party-featuring-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 10:14:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-712482226779161267</guid><description>I suppose it's grimly fitting that Death is playing tonight's annual party celebrating Joey Ramone's b'day. I rarely go to the various commemorative Joey R events. (I went to one at Manitoba's a number of years ago during which, after stepping on his foot by mistake, I drunkenly told Ace Frehley he was just pissed off 'cause he's old.) But, I am going to the big bash tonight at Irving Plaza (now </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>ooey gooey</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/04/ooey-gooey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 16:28:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-8425419849337715502</guid><description>Today was around 90 degrees -- prematurely hot for late April, but a perfect excuse for a summery dessert. We had family over this afternoon, and to top off a great meal (homemade grilled focaccia with goat cheese, capers, and roasted red peppers; a salad of roasted fennel, white beans, couscous, cured olives, and avocado; blanched asparagus with orange butter; and grilled lamb for the meat </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>New Pets Song=Me Happy</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-pets-songme-happy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 10:21:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-8491845712947287131</guid><description>The Pets have a new song! If these guys don't put a smile on yer face and cause spontaneous bouncing around the room (or in your head), you ain't livin. Check out "Can't Pretend."</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Death Full Length Out NOW!</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2009/02/death-full-length-out-now.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Wed, 18 Feb 2009 13:34:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-2481782885908935649</guid><description>Man, I can't wait to hear the full-length LP from Death, the band I raved about back in December. I'm still listening all the time to the two tunes downloaded from a Burlington Free Press article about them (which now seems to have disappeared -- here's the only trace. )Pick up the LP from Drag City.</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I Bake Good 'n' Stuff</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-bake-good-n-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 11:45:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-5331883381282990501</guid><description>Yes, I do.Here's the recipe. I followed it closely, using unbleached flower, regular dry yeast and baking on good baking sheets (right side up), sprinkled with cornmeal (see Filoncino, Classic Italian Bread)</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Bud Man as Cookie Sentry</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/bud-man-as-cookie-sentry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Dec 2008 08:02:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-4191743032663036454</guid><description>I spent last night making lots and lots of Christmas cookies 5 batches in all!). I've grown accustomed to doing two of my favorite traditional Italian cookies -- sesame and date-filled. The date-filled recipe originally calls for fig, but I prefer date. And this year, I used a little bourbon in the filling and icing. Yum. I also did a couple batches of these great orange pistachio biscotti I've </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Obits, Night Marchers, and the Venue from Hell</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/obits-night-marchers-and-venue-from.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 16:04:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-7530967286881769369</guid><description>OK, it wasn't THAT bad. But this new venue Santos Party House (which I'll definitely be referring to as Santos Party Hell from now on) is one extraordinarily annoying venue. Giant columns blocking views, bars set up in the worst possible locations, bathrooms buried in a maze-like basement, and a layout that worked against free and easy crowd maneuvering in just about every possible way.The sound </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>F Caroline Kennedy</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/f-caroline-kennedy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 15:42:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-4907965964542712055</guid><description>I don't know about you, but I really hope Jello Biafra is out there somewhere penning lyrics for an anti-Caroline Kennedy tune. I know I never get political on this site, and I don't intend to. I just had to let off a little steam about princess Kennedy. Apparently she thinks she's entitled to a U.S. Senate seat because she's a member of American royalty. Screw her and screw this culture of </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Feeding My Addiction to Death</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/12/feeding-my-addiction-to-death.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Dec 2008 15:48:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-5410325769634119804</guid><description>Don't worry. This post is the complete opposite of morbid. There are few things that make me feel heartened about the world around me, especially lately, but on Friday I found one. And it's Death.OK, OK, it's the name of a band. A pretty terrible name that really has no connection to their sound from what I can tell, and it may have prevented the early '70s pre-punk band from making the big time </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Road Trip, King Khan 'n' Kookies</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/11/road-trip-king-khan-n-kookies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 07:36:00 -0800</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-1492880620564891523</guid><description>Today we're headin' out to Rosendale, New York (kinda near Poughkeepsie) to what might be my fave house of all time for a super-cozy Thanksgiving get together. It's a semi-annual event held at Steve's Aunt and Uncle's place. It's a very eclectic, rustic kinda home, decorated in an early 1900s farmhouse style -- the kitty cats, the creeky wooden stairs, the dried flowers, the canned veggies, the </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Beet on the Brat</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/10/beet-on-brat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 13:18:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-1339351174358037219</guid><description>A couple weekends ago I had some beautiful golden beets from the farmer's market nearby my office in Manhattan's financial district sitting in the fridge. I'd also picked up some corn, and decided they'd go great together in a little early autumn salad.I roasted, peeled and chopped the beets, and after cutting it from the cob, sauteed the corn  with some onion and olive oil. I tossed it with some</description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Backyard Bash</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/09/backyard-bash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Sep 2008 14:58:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-3593055627925982703</guid><description>Well, the Punk Rock Kitchen threw the party of a lifetime last month. 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We did the requisite Buffalo thing -- tailgating in the rain, talking sports, drinking Labbatt Blue and mocking eachother. I brought a few cans of Boddingtons and looked all exotic 'n' shit. Our buddies brought their bean bag toss game and </description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Stumped in Seattle</title><link>http://punkrockkitchen.blogspot.com/2008/05/stumped-in-seattle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Connie Sewer)</author><pubDate>Mon, 26 May 2008 07:52:00 -0700</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8650981.post-5177148163050284420</guid><description>I had the pleasure of visiting Seattle a few weeks ago for work, and took an extra day to explore outside the city while I was there. I rented a car and drove about an hour out to Rattlesnake Ridge, a hiking trail. 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