<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 10:01:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Free Food</title><description>Food without boundaries</description><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-6890480589753819012</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 18:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-01-05T10:55:38.384-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Turkey Breast Resolution</title><atom:summary type="text">




I haven&#39;t posted in awhile, but with the New Year approaching I am felt inspired. With the smell of resolutions in the air, I made something healthy that I could use for lunch throughout the week. Save on calories. Save on money. . .



Smoked Turkey Breast!





1 - Bought a 2.5lb turkey breast at the local Fresh Market





The Fresh Market

2 - Brine



4 cups of Apple Cider

4 cups of </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2013/01/a-turkey-breast-resolution.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW1lMIeRl-Tkjh9ULmChRowATW9THiyf-AtNuXLIAQElv1gzrCNRD6lvVVEBDta7eoevn51oWOwJ6nYo22nMkFQ08EdArUO3mLQ1TLGx2Nb6l6BAsChzZN3pdL3Q2klZybAry1dg/s72-c/served.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-7209310072308537721</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-02T16:09:00.363-07:00</atom:updated><title>Put a little shoulder into it . . .</title><atom:summary type="text">

This past Memorial Day weekend I had a friend from Kansas in town. We don&#39;t get a lot of visitors, but to have one for a long weekend and from a rival BBQ region. What else could I do? I had to show him what real BBQ tasted like.

In Memphis, we love pulled pork and since I have been smoking a lot of ribs lately. It was time to smoke some butt. That&#39;s right, pulled pork come from an area of the</atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2012/06/put-little-shoulder-into-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Lo3cwdDdpeoivycrrnhofIZ0UsJCAAfQV8gzfItsUk2lBuEWmRrIJSF_fGAsf6k6ZXX-J07aVbLNDzodw3aMhdhhBljM_tWwQzoU06VuNNLS_40KZQ9pgyOju4vJIs2bTQBNTg/s72-c/finalshot.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-2360398019105124163</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Apr 2012 17:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-14T10:08:40.073-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Devil Inside</title><atom:summary type="text">

It has been a long time since my last post. Apparently life (or work) must have gotten in the way. As Easter represents rebirth, this Easter themed write-up represents the rebirth of my blog.


Deviled Eggs

Deviled eggs may not seem like the most exciting thing to write about, so I had to spice things up a bit. I tried three different recipes and put them up against each other for my </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2012/04/devil-inside.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC76OjZoFnIvY_Mk2lfVvEyiXq-aNez2UQ70Xlk22SLxINpJUGaUWgbDm01Ijy5aV9Xf13ymEirNHSwpcLnME-ZsjnhqqGcGNuuYCie0wLVnR6rPxejV9pSvP2ENyEIBipGZY6JA/s72-c/DeviledEggs.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-460618261819567182</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jan 2012 00:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-22T16:34:38.131-08:00</atom:updated><title>Burger Time!</title><atom:summary type="text">




Do any of you remember the game &quot;Burger Time?&quot;

I think I used to play it on Intellivision when I was a kid in the 80&#39;s. Basically, you are a chef that has to build hamburgers. However, you are being chased by hot dogs and eggs that are trying to stop you. I highly recommend it. You can easily find a Flash version online.


My wife raves about my burgers. I think she just likes all burgers </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/burger-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYUi2SQlee3MW5YyCd7nsLFwku2iO6qnHYMOlst7e_9rT8ECpfJ7ZJsfZ_7pg9Oxxe5TkMv2OB8FU0ef7hN7_clTVGAk16mH3wWLk7cdCvbfpZn5dxZXrwT4tao4TYJ1mPA_mNA/s72-c/Hotburgers.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-306501371718859728</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Jan 2012 15:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-08T06:58:21.129-08:00</atom:updated><title>Pastravaganza</title><atom:summary type="text">





For my wife, giving me cooking toys for Christmas is a mixed blessing. On the good side, she gets to eat what I cook. On the bad side, she gets to clean up what I cook. I actually do try to clean up most of my messes, but I always miss something: &amp;nbsp;Oil splatters all over the stove. Some sort of sauce caked on the ceiling of the microwave. A ring around the bowl of something I put in the</atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2012/01/pastravaganza.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkN7WFo4Y6kdgDKwT_vaW8-OvbD4zMRT0Arvwa85SrcGX5NgRKBjUPpSEkVJgUmCVa7oPk1_Z4xqNR6InkVINx1HEAjYQdzOz2R8euqLMpqvySjOA9iwGWdjGPRRkDihb_kUCWog/s72-c/FinishedGnocchi.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-2653301097752543283</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Dec 2011 16:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-17T08:48:04.036-08:00</atom:updated><title>My first whiskey review: Corner Creek and Collier &amp; McKeel</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Are you sick of your parents&#39; traditional overcooked turkey? Do you want to give your turkey day a little boost? Something your relatives will go home talking about? &amp;nbsp;Do you want to do it without the risk of burning down your house as could happen when you fry your turkey in peanut oil? Your solution is Green Egg Gobble Gobble otherwise known as a Smoked Turkey on the Big Green Egg.

</atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/green-egg-gobble-gobble.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwBo2hPlgwQljlOBHPtfEZmQnNk8HIyCilgELS0w1XdG_oIC9vKRKWaCOPfb9R__R53GBvwhOknetfJYnBpwg9GMbL1jJji87f93O1DuNZYqyDmlkznSGYqZUSkTCBnO9v5T9IWw/s72-c/DSC00782.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-4490299827816059810</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2011 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-12T13:57:15.282-08:00</atom:updated><title>Susan, Todd and Kristin Cook Paella</title><atom:summary type="text">Today I have the privilege of posting a write-up from my mom (Susan), my step-father (Todd), and my sister (Kristin). My mom is a better writer, my step-father a better photographer, and my sister a better cook, so this should be good. Bon appetit!



Susan, Todd and
Kristin Cook Paella.



Earlier this year, Todd and Susan went to a paella cooking
class at a local winery, La Serenissma.&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/susan-todd-and-kristin-cook-paella.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFnmGoLB_pLSgy-y6xGLo5_BnF5yC1IdEos_TykFSkEhFlejimP_LXmeskSRQ2UQt0GA47qxiBeqUA4KC9ndlArIamlMaC93d89GoWJk7AY-wpK5FJk2gF06dt26z7hUU4w-J6Dw/s72-c/pic1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-3866045532058374700</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Nov 2011 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-09T16:40:24.028-08:00</atom:updated><title>Grilled Chili</title><atom:summary type="text">







Chili is probably the reason I like cooking so much today.
It was the first thing that I made where I began experimenting with the recipe.
I started with trying one of those 5-alarm chili packets and just moved on from
there. 



About 10 years ago in NYC, my friend John and I would have
friends over, try different recipes and see what worked the best. We even won a
chili cook-off at bar </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/11/0-false-18-pt-18-pt-0-0-false-false.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOBRNRf0TmBHZjJWd0N4iivrpJXdhMHZKg0Ay6EVoAYA1MrGplqq_q_R8ZVz8cBYfX2GkJNGs5Q71K5CE1KfBzPGxxXt_InRTOFX4EFltS4qfK1ayqu9A9-LqHbfLRl_xOrBDYA/s72-c/chilidone.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-2056685818726536444</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Oct 2011 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-30T16:39:35.650-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oktoberfest Stew</title><atom:summary type="text">The Packers have a bye week, so I needed a project for the day. To be honest, I didn&#39;t feel like looking up a recipe or coming up with some clever experiment to test out. I also was craving beer. What could I make that would be relatively simple and included beer?

Stew! The best thing about stew is that I could put just about anything in it. Growing up my parents would make a stew anytime they </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/packers-have-bye-week-so-i-needed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbDXHKJqFB9AWKBdVEbumipor2Qfklad0MpzKrO6-Tzrv92OlAp4EVjfD68fiw-4ec9FiNgW4MWee4mxT0h06F8RM8FGX-E8j9cAMHKYW3X-hVbjeUzkDIYTEkm0BeCGNpqGp3Xg/s72-c/spaten.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-2791594712125316609</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Oct 2011 19:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-29T16:15:52.918-07:00</atom:updated><title>The hunt for pizza . . . in Memphis</title><atom:summary type="text">

Pizzeria Bianco - Phoenix


Ahhh pizza. I love pizza. You love pizza. Everybody loves pizza.



However, I really love pizza. I have been known to make&amp;nbsp; people wait over six hours so I could have one of my favorite pizzas at Pizzeria Bianco in Phoenix.  They have a pizza called the Rosa, which is fairly simple with red onion, pistachios, and parmasean. However, the flavor is intense and </atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/hunt-for-pizza-in-memphis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcYPuHYgexK0z7kJQg4yHx8Fyd8QnsMDYtH0xsjbKCr3vJsbl4MmaK3mhFQj_Ehc4BzJ_-Gs4ZwMUWVnwcyDR31TmDr2JCeodirmFD0Xrr5S2a_INZNH0wICVXlyv7v0j7mBQS_Q/s72-c/IMG_0122.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Memphis Memphis</georss:featurename><georss:point>35.152345 -89.913937</georss:point></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-1731297226426069722</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Oct 2011 02:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-24T09:25:44.207-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thomas Keller and Short Rib Stroganoff</title><atom:summary type="text">



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I was supposed to be traveling this weekend for work. When that got cancelled, I needed a good project for the weekend. I thought about raking the leaves, cleaning the attic, catching up on my bills and finally decided to smoke some cheese.

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This past weekend Meat, Drink and Be Merry (my BBQ team) entered a contest in Arlington, TN. This is the first time anyone on our team has ever entered anything outside of MIM (Memphis in May), so we had no idea what to expect. 

It was much smaller. Only 30 teams entered in all. Many of these teams were professional teams that had multiple trophies to show off. We were a bit intimidated with</atom:summary><link>http://foodwithoutboundaries.blogspot.com/2011/10/arlington-bbq-festival.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Mekeel)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEnW4cepeE6ckN19d6XdTmGbTVm79DUNt31E9US0gM0PETQIdWKTTlSVe81CyToTYZoq6ZuxDbxi9SyRseKnlDDCrpXKRhegVP5ZH6MC0MvN-Szlf3JxtTR7dbpFt_Ro7asvQ3Aw/s72-c/DSC00105.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25728431.post-8193154988458068358</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Oct 2011 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-09T10:30:49.741-07:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m back!</title><atom:summary type="text">
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