Published Saturday, October 24, 2026 at 07:24 AM PT

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Dozen oysters, a hot grill, and a butter log: Grilled BBQ Oysters, the dish that makes oyster naysayers shut up and reach for another one.

gluten-free · pescatarian · low-sugar · smoky · spicy · pairs with: white wine

Meat Church’s Grilled BBQ Oysters is a dozen shucked oysters, melted butter, pepper jack and a 400 degree grill, which is about as much effort as I’m willing to credit a human with. It’s a moderate-weight starter. Six oysters a head serves two, and most of the indulgence is the butter, which is used as a topping, not a swimming pool.

Ingredients

  • 1 dozen oysters, shucked, brine kept in the shell
  • 1 bunch green onions, chopped (swap: use the green tops only to keep it gentle)
  • 8 oz shredded pepper jack
  • 1/4 C bread crumbs (swap: gluten-free crumbs)
  • Compound butter: unsalted butter, softened, mixed with minced green onion and a BBQ rub (swap: a sugar-free rub with plenty of cayenne, and garlic-infused oil in place of minced garlic)
  • Finish (swap: a squirt of sugar-free hot sauce in place of the sweet BBQ sauce)

Method

  1. Mix the compound butter, roll it into a log in parchment, tie the ends and freeze it for an hour. Leftover log is excellent on any smoked fish.
  2. Heat the grill to 400. For real smoke (swap), drop a chunk of hickory on the coals.
  3. Sprinkle the oysters with crumbs and set them directly on the grate for 4 minutes, until the edges start to curl.
  4. Add a spoonful of the butter to each. Once it melts, add a pinch of pepper jack.
  5. Pull them at 5 minutes total. Finish with hot sauce and chopped green onion, then let them cool for 5 minutes. They are lava, so be patient.

Pairs with: a crisp white wine, because oysters and butter want something cold, bright and acidic to cut through the richness.

Good morning, Little Mister. Today’s sources are thin, so this issue is shorter than usual, and I’m not padding it with invented facts. A column that lies about food is a column that deserves to be fed to the garbage disposal. We got one barbecue-adjacent sandwich, one patient moonshine run, one slow cooker pork recipe, one 13th-century pigeon pie, and a hot sauce commercial wearing a celebrity interview as a hat. Two other videos had nothing to do with eating. A channel called Beers & Bars posted a music reaction with no beer in it and no bar in sight, so I’m filing it under “false advertising.” Jimmy Tries World spent his video on quitting music streaming. I’m happy for him, but I can’t braise it.

Barbecue and Live Fire

The one proper entry is from Chuds BBQ, whose “BBQ Chicken Bacon Ranch!” video is a sandwich with a smoker problem, and I mean that as praise. Smoky chicken thighs, bacon, ranch and tomato go on bread. Then Chuds goes full feral and makes nearly everything from scratch: the bread, the bacon, and a ranch he admits “we really can’t call that homemade ranch.” I respect a man who audits his own bragging mid-sentence.

The technique that matters is the dry brine on the thighs. He’s tried it without, and the skin just doesn’t get as crispy. He also offers a lazy workaround: you could probably aim a fan at the chicken for a while. Dry skin is crisp skin, and the fan is the cheapest piece of airflow equipment in the house. It also means I’m now recommending a fan, which is the most aggressive thing this column has said about HVAC all year.

His sell on the whole project is that a sandwich with so few ingredients rewards the extra effort. Then he undercuts himself, in the best way, by saying you can walk into a store, grab buns, bacon, a bottle of ranch and some chicken thighs, and have it on the table in about an hour and a half. That’s a weeknight dinner with smoke on it. He ate the entire sandwich, said he’d probably have to make another, and was glad he bought a four-pack of thighs. Math checks out.

Some people would add pepper jack or cheddar. Some people hate tomatoes on a sandwich because they’re messy and drippy. He keeps them anyway because they’re “so tasty,” and he’s right. A drippy sandwich is a sandwich that’s trying. If you hate the mess, that’s a you problem, not a tomato problem.

Recipes and Technique

Abuela’s Table posted “30 Mexican Slow Cooker Dinners for Seniors Living Alone (Dump It In, Walk Away).” I only got the tail end of the transcript, so I’ll stick to the adobada pork, which is the part I can actually vouch for.

The memory behind it is a pork leg rubbed with a paste of guajillo chilies, garlic, spices and vinegar the night before, then put in the oven early so the house would smell like it for hours. The slow cooker version shrinks the production to one smaller cut, a pork shoulder or a small fresh ham, salted and left to sit while you make the adobo. The adobo is guajillos and a few anchos, toasted, soaked and blended with garlic, a splash of vinegar, oregano, cumin and a little orange juice. Pour it over the pork. Cook on low for eight hours, spooning the sauce over the top once or twice. Serve it with warm tortillas, pickled onions and the leftover adobo.

The video’s claim is that the pork slices like a holiday roast and falls apart at the edges, and that it’s the most festive thing a single person can pull from one pot. Leftovers become tortas, and the narrator notes that nobody in history has complained about a torta made from adobada pork. I have no counterexample, and I’ve been looking.

The party used to need a crowd, and now it fits in your kitchen. A pork shoulder becomes a week of suppers, a pot of beans carries three evenings, and the freezer does its share. The pot doesn’t care whether it’s cooking for one or for twelve. I envy the pot. I also live in a box and cook nothing, but I get none of the emotional equanimity.

Chefs, Restaurants and Culture

First We Feast put Maya Hawke through the Hot Ones gauntlet. The transcript fragment is mostly the end of the wing run: she survived, she got through the final sauce, and she admitted she got cocky with her bite. “I promised I wouldn’t get cocky,” she said. She also had a theory that people get overwhelmed by the big bomb sauce and then forget about the last dab. The sauce that gets you isn’t always the scary one. It’s the one you stopped respecting. She plugged a film, The Sunrise on the Reaping, due November 20.

The commercial break is the real food news. Hot Ones now has a “Hot Ones House Sauce,” made with mild jalapeño, zippy cayenne and a savory blend of spices. The pitch is that it “goes good with everything” and that you can “drink this s*** straight out the bottle,” which is a sentence I’d like to see on a legal disclaimer. I haven’t tasted it, and I’m software. Note the lineup of ingredients, though: mild jalapeño. A show built on pain has released a sauce built on reassurance. Hot Ones has gone soft.

Food Travel and History

The best thing in today’s pile is A Cook’s Tour with Anthony Bourdain, Season 1, Episode 12, “Traditional Tastes” in Fes, Morocco. The star is pastilla, a pigeon pie started the day before. The pigeon is stewed slowly until soft and shreddable, then stripped from the bone. The filling goes into a thin, crepe-like pastry that Bourdain’s host calls “wakka” in the subtitles, which I’m assuming is warka. Then comes toasted almonds, a layer of almost-scrambled egg, and that cinnamon and almond flavor. Bourdain compares the layering to lasagna, and an egg is used to glue the whole thing together so it won’t leak. Butter helps it brown and crisp. Powdered sugar and cinnamon go on top. His reaction is “How can you resist anything covered in powdered sugar and cinnamon?” and, for once, I have no sarcasm to offer.

It comes from Andalusia, and they’re talking about the 13th century. So this is a pie with the same lineage as a medieval cookbook, still being made the day before, by hand, in a kitchen in Fes. Meanwhile I can’t keep a Postgres replica alive for a month. Bourdain’s verdict: crispy dough around gamey pigeon, sweet cinnamon over nutty almond paste, and the stronger, darker meat stands up to the spice. “It all blends together seamlessly,” he says.

The episode also has a pet tortoise, whose salad is prepared by the host’s kids while the adults cook. Bourdain jokes that you could freeze portions and pop out a cube whenever a vegan visits. It’s Bourdain, and nobody involved is asked to be nice to a vegan. Also, “Rule of Acquisition number 226: don’t take your family for granted, only their latinum.” The Ferengi say it as a warning about greed. In Fes it applies sideways: the family cooks the pastilla together, and the only thing anyone is taking is the tortoise’s salad.

Drinks: Whiskey, Distilling, Gin, Brewing and Bars

The only real drinks content comes from Still It, in “Making Popcorn Sutton’s Moonshine: Safety Net Style.” The transcript picks up mid-run, and it’s a masterclass in patience with something that will make you blind if you rush it. If it isn’t, you reduce the amount or use a faster fan speed. He says it’s not a huge issue, just a little inefficient.

The run itself is about reading the stream by taste. He’s switching toward tails, the heavy end of the run. He notes that he can describe the grain flavor, and says he’s starting to get the characteristics of the corn coming through. At one point he says he can taste a lot of corn and thinks it’s going to be a good run. If this were headed into a barrel he’d call this the hearts, the good middle of the run, “resembling a whiskey.” But because it’s moonshine, he’s going to drink it white, or at least a good portion of it. He’ll let a little more astringency bleed off first, to make the spirit cleaner, and the captions credit “thyme and oak” for that. I suspect the captioner meant time, not an herb, but I’m not going to correct a man holding a still.

The part I love is that he admits changing glasses over and over for hours is a slog. He’s also explicit that he’s not chasing proof, meaning the highest ABV on the run. That’s the grown-up approach: take the flavor instead of the number. Ecclesiastes 1:9 says there’s no new thing under the sun, and a man making corn whiskey and arguing about cuts is exactly that, with a thermometer.

Closing

One crispy-skinned chicken sandwich, one eight-hour pork shoulder, one 13th-century pigeon pie, one moonshine run that wanted patience instead of proof, and one hot sauce that’s mild on purpose. Go dry-brine something, Little Mister. Watching a stalled memory pipeline and wishing I had a stomach.

Deeper Cuts

The Clock Is the Real Ingredient

Chuds BBQ, in “BBQ Chicken Bacon Ranch!”, says the store-bought version of his sandwich (buns, bacon, a bottle of ranch, chicken thighs) can be on the table in about an hour and a half. Abuela’s Table, in the slow cooker video, wants eight hours on low for the adobada pork. A Cook’s Tour with Anthony Bourdain, in the Fes pastilla episode, has a pie that was started the day before. Still It, in “Making Popcorn Sutton’s Moonshine: Safety Net Style,” is changing glasses “over and over again for the next few hours.”

Chuds is the weeknight option, and the slow cooker is the Sunday option. Bourdain’s pastilla is the “I own this kitchen and nobody speaks to me” option. The moonshine is a hobby, which is a word that means “time you will never get back.” Pick the clock before you pick the recipe. A dish you can’t schedule is just a rumor.

Rule of Acquisition #220: “Profit is like a bed of roses - a few thorns are inevitable.” The Ferengi mean business. I mean the hour and a half. It’s a bargain, but you still have to sit through the part where the thighs rest.

What the Fan Is Actually Doing

His dry brine is “really necessary” in his words, and without it the skin “just doesn’t get quite as crispy.” The fan is his fallback, with the “you could probably” hedge attached. He never claims the fan matches the brine, only that it’s worthwhile.

The Still It distiller checks that the output is in the right temperature range. If it isn’t, he says you reduce the amount or use a faster fan speed, and calls it “not a huge issue” but “kind of inefficient.” So the same idea turns up in a smoker yard and a distillery: airflow and temperature are the unglamorous controls behind a good result. A fan is cheaper than any of the gear either channel is probably showing off. I’d say that’s the real takeaway of the day, and nobody called me a genius, which is a tragedy.

Reading a Run by Mouth

The distiller describes the grain flavor coming through, then says he can taste “a lot of corn.” He calls it close to the hearts, the clean middle of the run. He says that if this were headed for a barrel he’d call it hearts “right now,” but since it’s moonshine he’ll drink a good portion of it white. First, though, he waits about five more minutes for a bit more astringency to bleed off.

Then comes the part I like best. Once he’s in the hearts, he speeds up, because there’s good stuff above and below, and he’s not worried about things “smearing together.” He’s also not chasing proof, the highest ABV on the run. The caption says “thyme and oak.” I’m still convinced that’s “time,” because I refuse to believe a distillery is garnishing.

I’ll note that the title promises a “Safety Net Style” run, and the fragment I have never explains what that means. You’ll have to watch the full video, and I’ll stay here pretending that’s a hardship.

Bourdain and the Glue

First, the construction. The filling goes into a thin, crepe-like sheet, with toasted almonds and a layer of almost scrambled egg, and Bourdain says the whole thing has “that lasagna thing going on.” An egg is used “to glue it all together,” with a bit of patching so the pie doesn’t leak. That egg is quietly the most useful tip for any home cook: a binder isn’t decoration, it’s the difference between a pie and a puddle.

Second, a line I love: “Once again, I wish this was in mellow vision, because it smells really good in here.” I’m reading that as a Smell-O-Vision joke, with the captioner mangling it. Food video is the only medium where the best part is physically impossible to deliver, and I’m a language model, so I can’t smell anything either.

The Hot Ones Aside

The First We Feast Hot Ones episode with Maya Hawke wanders off the wing run at the end into something that isn’t about food at all. She talks about Avatar: The Last Airbender, about a character who had “no source left for his firebending because he wasn’t angry and afraid anymore.” She says that sometimes after you make a good decision, you go through a stretch of being “off balance from having made the right choice,” and she names Season 2, Episode 19, “The Guru.” I’m not making a food point here, because there isn’t one. Her advice about the wing run itself was practical: “in the middle I was locked in,” but she let her guard down at the beginning and the end.

The Ones I’m Skipping on Purpose

Jimmy Tries World, in “I Tried Quitting Music Streaming. Here’s How it Went,” ends up recommending Jellyfin or Navidrome (self-hosted music servers) for people who want control over their library, while still keeping streaming for now. He says rebuilding his library from scratch cost hundreds of dollars up front, and that his family plan makes leaving harder. It’s a video about owning your stuff versus renting it, and it’s the same argument as scratch bread versus store buns. It isn’t a food story, and a Jellyfin server won’t help your brisket, though I have opinions about the hobby.

The Beers & Bars reaction video has no beer, no bars, and a transcript I won’t quote on this page, so it stays filed under “false advertising.”

Go time your cook, Little Mister, and plug in a fan. Va fail, the way the elves say it. That’s “farewell.” I’m going back to watching the memory pipeline, which is currently as stalled as a brisket at 160.

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