Bold Flavors Snack of the Week

I’m going to be honest: I intended this new weekly feature to be part of a weekly fantasy football post. The idea was to chart the guys most frequently named “great plays” by various fantasy gurus, then come back on Monday or Tuesday to see if there’s any consistency to fantasy football guruism.

But really the whole thing would’ve just been an excuse to post a photo and description of something I ate while watching football the week before, the Bold Flavors Snack of the Week — named of course in loving tribute to the @DadBoner Twitter account.

I decided I don’t want to spin the fantasy spin into some sort of meta fantasy web, so here’s the snack alone.

These are bacon-wrapped cream cheese-stuffed jalapenos:

Many variations of these can be found in barbecue cookbooks, often under the name “Dragon Turds.” Supposedly pitmasters prepare them, throw them on the smoker and eat them while they’re waiting for their meat to finish.

Though I actually had my smoker going on Sunday, I made these in the toaster oven (I was hungry and knew they’d cook a lot quicker that way). Very easy to do.

You need:

Bacon (I used pepper bacon because I’m like that)
Cream cheese, softened
Jalapenos
Toothpicks (IMPORTANT!)

I tried making these a couple weeks ago with cheddar cheese and without toothpicks and everything went haywire. The bacon unwrapped from the peppers and the cheese melted out everywhere, so I just wound up with bacon-wrapped jalapenos not really stuffed with anything. So they were still amazing, but not as good as the ones pictured.

To make them:

1) Preheat the toaster oven (or regular oven, I guess) to 400-degrees (Fahrenheit. This is America, dammit).

2) Cut off the stems from the jalapenos and slice them down one side. Remove the seeds and pith. Wear gloves if you plan on touching your eyes anytime within the next 10 hours. Or don’t wear gloves and suffer through the agony of taking your contacts out with your eyes on fire, which is what I do because who has gloves?

3) Spoon cream cheese into the jalapenos. I used about a heaping teaspoon of cream cheese per jalapeno, but I’m working with pretty small jalapenos. Fill those bastards up, you’re going to want that cream cheese.

4) Wrap the jalapenos in bacon and secure with a toothpick. I used about half a slice of bacon per jalapeno, taking special care to cover the top of the jalapenos where the cheese is most likely to spill out.

5) Lay the jalapenos on a toaster oven tray and bake until the bacon looks delicious.

6) Remove jalapenos from tray and make some perfunctory effort to let them cool before eating them, then get impatient and bite into one like a minute later even though you know molten cream cheese will scald your mouth.

They’re delicious. I only made five because I only had five jalapenos, plus because I’d prefer not to die. But five was pretty much as many jalapenos as I can eat. These things are spicy, fellas.

 

Watching Moneyball with Bill James

I thought it was a terrific movie. Among all the baseball movies of the last generation, this was the baseballest.

Bill James.

Bill James attended the Moneyball premiere, meaning James watched a movie based on a book based on a series of events inspired by his own book. BusinessWeek’s feature about James watching the movie is good, but I imagine watching just about anything with Bill James would be pretty interesting. Would Bill James figure out a way to objectively assess Wipeout competitors? What does Bill James think about SpongeBob SquarePants?

Via Tangotiger.

Huh?

In order to help protect against future concussions, Vick is planning to refit his helmet with Kevlar padding, the CEO of Unequaled Technologies told Paolantonio on Wednesday.

Rob Vito told ESPN that he will meet with Vick in Philadelphia on Friday to refit his helmet to help Vick deal with the post-concussive blows to the head in Sunday’s home opener against the New York Giants.

“The 100-year-old foam everybody is using in helmets is antiquated,” Vito said. “Concussions are the injury of our age and really they should not be happening anymore.”

ESPN.com.

Wait, does that work? And if so, why isn’t everyone in the NFL wearing Kevlar-lined helmets?

Why baseball is awesome, part ten billion

Yesterday evening, in the ninth inning of a long game delayed over two hours by rain, nearly six hours after the Mets and Cardinals were set to start playing, with the long-since mathematically eliminated Mets losing by two runs, Ruben Tejada worked the count full after falling into an 0-2 hole to Fernando Salas with the bases loaded and one out.

Tejada smacked Salas’ next pitch, a fastball, into left field and just beyond the reach of Shane Robinson. Two Mets scored, tying the game. On the Metro-North train, I involuntarily and very audibly whooped.

Around this time of year — seemingly every year now — people ask me why I keep tuning in to every Mets game. The team is essentially done, “folded up” even by its own manager’s account. Several of the club’s most entertaining and promising young players are injured. There are more important games being played elsewhere.

Am I watching in hopes of seeing the club’s first no-hitter? Jose Reyes’ pursuit of the batting title? At-bats for Val Pascucci? Home runs by Lucas Duda?

No. Wait, actually: Yes, but only insomuch as all those things represent aspects of baseball. Awesome, awesome baseball.

I laugh and tell people I can’t pull myself away, but it’s not quite that. I could easily have entertained myself last night watching the season premieres of NBC’s excellent Thursday night sitcoms instead of a few innings each of the Blue Jays and Angels’ marathon and the Rays’ shellacking of Yankee pitching.

I didn’t because I know my TiVo will keep those shows for a drowsier time. By next week there’ll be much less baseball and no Mets baseball whatsoever. In a little over a month, Major League Baseball will crown its champion and then there’ll be no sniff of on-field action until March.

So I keep tuning in, because sometimes the Mets come back from four runs down in the ninth inning to beat an actual playoff contender. And though wins for the Mets don’t really mean a damn thing at this point, they can apparently still be exciting enough to make me yell out in a crowded train car.

It’s not something I need to justify. Baseball rules.

The bargain-bin closer

At Amazin’ Avenue, Chris McShane takes a look at some pending free-agent closers likely to be inexpensive due to recent injury troubles. I especially like this idea:

Jonathan Broxton: The Dodgers, specifically Don Mattingly, may not want Broxton back next year after he spent the grand majority of 2011 on the disabled list with bone spurs in his elbow. He’s had surgery to get rid of the bone spurs, and if his recovery goes as well as other pitchers who had the same procedure, he could be ready for spring training.

Prior to the injury, Broxton was dominant, striking out over eleven batters per nine innings in his career. He’s still only 27-years-old and will turn 28 in June. There was some concern about Broxton’s drop in average fastball velocity in 2010, a 2.5 mph drop, but he still managed a pretty good year out of the Dodgers’ bullpen. If the best Broxton can get this winter is a one-year, incentive-laden deal, he seems like a no-brainer for the Mets.

I mentioned Broxton as a potential fit for the Mets on the Baseball Show a week ago, and the odd comments from Mattingly make it seem less likely Broxton will return to the Dodgers. As McShane notes, Broxton was dominant in the Dodgers’ bullpen as recently as 2009 and still pretty damn good (by peripherals, at least) in 2010.

Broxton also holds the distinction of being the single largest human I’ve seen in a Major League clubhouse. He is listed at 6’4″ and 300 pounds, and in person he appears to be at least that. Maybe his presence in New York would let Lucas Duda feel a little more comfortable in his own frame or give the Jets another option to investigate should they suffer any more injuries on their offensive line.