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Making 30 Rock Cheesy Blasters (Thanks Meat Cat)

Behold, the Cheesy Blaster

Behold, the Cheesy Blaster

UPDATE 6/30/13: Our second attempt at making Cheesy Blasters went much better than this one. To read about doing it right go HERE.

If your household is anything like the Risky Fuel household, it means you watch a minimum four episodes a day of the show 30 Rock.

It also means you’re familiar with the mythical food stuff “Cheesy Blasters.”

Y’know, the one with the song:

You take a hot dog
Stuff it with some jack cheese
Fold it in a pizza
You’ve got Cheesy Blasters

… and all the kids say, “Thanks Meat Cat!”

Sing it, Liz Lemon!

This sounds like our kinda food. So we tried making Cheesy Blasters. Here’s how it went:

First we bought the ingredients.

Weenies and Cheese

Weenies and Cheese

The innards would be Selection Monterey Jack Cheese ($5.69) and Olymel 100% Beef Weiners ($3.99).

Next, the pizzas.

The pizzas

The pizzas

We debated about buying those pre-made pizza crusts, or something delivery, but that all sounded like pain in the ass. So box food revolution was the way we went with a Selection Cheesy Pizza 2-pack ($1.69) for Sarah (she likes her pizza simple) and a McCain Deep ‘N’ Delicious Deluxe Mini Pizza 4-pack ($3.99) for me.

Then we began. First we grated the cheese (out of focus iPhone shot not shown), then we boiled the hot dogs.

Boiling weenies

Boiling weenies

It was at this point that we discovered our first major problem. I had kept the pizzas in the freezer beforehand and they had frozen. Which, duh, made them impossible to fold over the hot dogs. This necessitated a game of microwave defrost consistency checking. Basically, zapping the pizzas for 20 seconds, poking them, then zapping again until they seemed warm and pliable. If you want to save yourself some irritation, make sure your pizzas are room temperature and pliable.

Defrosted pizzas

Defrosted pizzas

Somewhere around this point I started preheating the oven at 425, finished boiling the hot dogs, then split them down them middle and threw them on the pizzas.

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters pre-baking

Oh, hai. Still with us? You’ve got the resolve of a Kenneth Parcell knitting a woolen bikini for his grandmother.

After this I sprinkled gobs of shredded jack cheese down the middle of each Blaster and attempted to fold them over (no photos because this was dirty work and I didn’t want to slime up my phone, I’m precious that way). And here is where we encountered the main engineering problem with creating proper Cheesy Blasters — the pizza’s ability (or lack of) to properly fold over around the weenie in a soft taco style.

The Selection Cheese Pizzas were fine. Being thinner, cheaper off-brand foodstuffs, their lighter nature worked well to make them more pliable, effecting an almost proper foldover seal.

The McCain Deluxe Pizzas were a different story, though. Their thicker crusts and obstructive “stuff” — the veggie bits, pepperoni, etc — made for a far less mutable product. I ended up “cracking” one of the pizzas while trying to fold it over, which sucked. So consider yourself forewarned.

Then I threw them into the oven to bake for about 10 minutes. And voila.

Cheesy Blasters just out of the oven

Cheesy Blasters just out of the oven

They look kinda alright, right? Well, except for that one I structurally compromised in the folding. There’s one major warning here, though — excess cheese dribble. You can kind of see it in the photo, but when you take a pizza, throw a hot dog in the middle, throw MORE cheese on it, then bake it, the cheese gets a’ flowin. And then it gets a-burnin’ on the pizza tray. And then it gets the cook a-pissed because he has to viciously repeated jab a fork under the Blasters to get them to unstick from the tray, then spend 20 minutes a-scrappin’ the burnt cheese off the tray.

Befouled pizza tray

Befouled pizza tray

Here’s what they ended up looking like after I pried them off the tray along with the salvageable cheese slurry:

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blaster with bonus cheese slurry

Deluxe Pizza Cheesy Blaster with bonus cheese slurry

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blaster

Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blaster

Notice, Sarah’s Cheese Pizza Cheesy Blasters fared poorly during the unsticking phase.

And then we ate…

So what does a Cheesy Blaster taste like? Exactly like a pizza with a hot dog in the middle.

There’s no trickery here. It is what it is. If you like hot dogs and microwaveable pizzas and lots of cheese, you’re set. My only quibble was with the pepperoni on the McCain Deluxe Pizzas. That stuff tastes like armpit and is not a complimentary palate sensation to a wiener.

We’re committed to making these again because we’re convinced we can make them better. Baking in a glass pan to prevent the burnt cheese scraping episode, more attention paid to the engineering of the “fold,” and some bam-ups in the spice and condiment side and we’re as good to go as Jenna Mulroney filming Jackie Jormp-Jomp.

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Hard Rockin’ At The Hard Rock In Vegas

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino

Awhile back Sarah went on an epic whirlwind trip to Las Vegas, Nevada, investigating the weird afternoon pool party nightclubs and the fancy eatin’ places and such.

She loved it and for weeks was all “Vegas! Vegas! Vegas!” non-stop. This, from a gal who doesn’t gamble.

Anyway, her first profile story for AOL Travel about the Hard Rock Hotel & Casino is now live. The place is exactly what you’d expect a high-gloss rock ‘n’ roll-themed Vegas hotel would be like. To read her review, click here.

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Encore Beach Club… Las Vegas’ Best Beach Party(What?)

Wynn Las Vegas & Encore

Wynn Las Vegas & Encore

Have you been to the Encore Beach Club? No, then apparently you’re missing out on one of life’s great baccanalian adventures. So says Sarah who got to spend some time there as part of a whirlwind Las Vegas adventure awhile back.

She found the entire facility at Wynn Las Vegas & Encore particularly awesome, from the afternoon pool parties to the entirely classy hotel.

You can read all about it at AOL Travel by clicking here.

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When Lady Stig Met Basement Cat

Sexy Stig meets Basement Cat

Sexy Stig meets Basement Cat

This is what happens when Sexy Stig comes across a Basement Cat at 4 a.m. while holding a scythe:

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The Peculiar Panty Tree Of Broadway Avenue

The peculiar panty tree

The peculiar panty tree

This is the Peculiar Panty Tree Of Broadway Avenue.

I found it on the morning of Friday, Aug. 26 in front of my neighbour’s door and it’s been haunting me ever since.

First, “tree” might not do it justice. It’s almost an “installation.” Anyway, whatever, it was weird.

The base was a stack of grocery store flyers of the sort that get left in every lobby of every building in the city. On top of that was an orange pylon. Then, inserted into the hole at the top of the pylon was a tree branch. And on the branch? Multiple pairs of women’s panties. There were also some panties on the doorknob as well as a ribbon dangling from the top of the door.

It was all very mysterious and I still don’t quite have my head around it.

The building I live in has one very long, narrow hallway. We’re close to the very isolated furthest end away from the elevator and this apartment, along with the one right beside it are at the very end. It’s quiet back here, so if anyone’s having a party or watching porn, or getting up to shenanigans the rest of us in the back 40 hear it.

But we didn’t hear anything. I had played baseball the night before and was out late. When I got home from the bar there was nothing in the hallway. When I got up early the next morning and went into the hall there it was.

So, I figure the Peculiar Panty Tree’s creation happened somewhere between 2 a.m. and 8 a.m. and would’ve been done with at least a certain amount of stealth.

[Note: The reason why the photo’s so crap is because my cat bolted into the hall when I opened our door first thing in the morning. She then immediately ran right towards the Tree and it was all I could do to shush a meowing cat as quickly and quietly as possible while taking a stealth camera phone photo at the same time. By the time I had the cat back inside, the landlord and his wife had arrived and were banging on the  Panty Tree beneficiary’s door, looking all serious business, so I couldn’t get another shot.]

It would seem like a multi-person job. After all, I’ve drunkenly hauled around a pylon or two in my day and that’s probably a single person task right there. The branch and the paper stack? Well, those are easily attainable, if not cumbersome, and probably confirmation there were at least two others in on this. At least I hope so. The scariest thought in all this is that this unique shrine was built in the twilight hours by some panty carting weirdo shuffling through my building Quasimodo style, painstakingly piecing together their sculpture. But the panties? Where does someone get a half dozen pairs of women’s panties at 3 a.m.? And if you’re the sort of person that can find stacks of girly gitch in the wee hours, would your first instinct really be, “I know! I’ve got all these underwear. Let’s use them to make some art!”

So as you can see, there are many questions.

What does the Panty Tree symbolize? Is it a courting ritual? A drunken prank? The best breakup message ever? Was this a new, twisted bachelorette party ritual? Banksy’s next phase? And why a tree branch?!

I fear I might never get the answer. I don’t know this neighbour (we’ve been in this building six months and have met everybody else around us — except whoever’s in that apartment) and Sarah thinks they might have actually moved out. If that’s the case they certainly left an interesting parting gift.

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