Strawberry Shortcake After Dark
Hey you…you like-a the berries? Come closer, I give you a berry. I was not in Whole Foods today to buy strawberries, I was there to buy a pork product for this Thursday. No, I will not specify beyond that; I’ve already said too much and will now have to reach through the internet and ...
Spring Lamb By Way of Italy By Way of My Ass
My ass is due east of Suck On It, Tunisia. If I’m not cooking directly from a recipe or making one of my standby dishes, I’m trying to riff off someone else’s ideas. I can poach a mean egg and I have a decent sense of what goes with what (e.g., bacon goes with everything), ...
Thursday Night Smackdown: Ladies’ Night Poussin
Yes, I ate a baby chicken and no, I’m not sorry. Dinner tonight comes thanks to douche-baggy pretty boy Tyler Florence’s Eat This Book: honey and soy glazed poussin with curried green apples. I should state for the record that I have no real reason to believe that Tyler Florence is a douchebag. It’s just ...
And this quiche did my taxes.
Actually, it didn’t. This quiche had no fucking initiative. Work is busy this week and Brian is out of town at a conference for work*, and that usually adds up to one thing: cereal for dinner every night. On top of that, part of me doesn’t want to move on to a new post because ...
The Pancakes that Cured Cancer
And they are available to you for a co-pay of only $3475 per pancake. Toppings are extra. I know the title of this post may come off as just a tad flip. As someone who lost both parents to cancer (breast and colon) by age 26, who had cancer herself (Hodgkin’s Lymphona) in her teens, ...
Thursday Night Smackdown: I don’t think you’re ready for this jelly.
Prunes, prunes, the musical fruit; the more you eat, the more you shit uncontrollably. So I pretty much dream about prune-stuffed gnocchi with vin santo and foie gras every night. And often during the day, as well. So it’s a good thing that No. 9 Park gives out the recipe on request. And since Chef ...
Back to our regularly scheduled amateur food porn: Now with Hollandaise!
Coming up at 11: When Asparagus Attacks Some days, work is relatively stress-free and I get home by 5, excited and ready to cook up a storm. The other 364 days a year, I don’t. Unless each of my 6 readers starts loading this page 750,000 times a day each, I’ll be keeping my day ...