First, check out my depth of field, yo. Our children is learning!
Second, I'm sorry about the aspic. But the Smackdown must ever explore the new and exciting, or in this case old and vile.
Fourth, Lillet (a French apertif wine) on ice, maybe with a spritz of seltzer, is my new official drink. The shiznit.
Also, I really am sorry about the aspic.
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The bar for bleak soups has been raised. Gauntlets have been thrown. RISE TO THE CHALLENGE! Name your bleak soup for a chance to win a copy of Sunday Soups.
Leftovers are AWESOME. Also ice cream makers. And wine.
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No one really wants to read about Hell's Kitchen. You do, however, want to read this, from Jodi at Pistols and Popcorn, the woman who defeated me in the Bloggies because she has a fat brother who rides a bike. Also because she's more interesting than me. But mostly the fat-guy-on-bike thing. When you’re done, why not read the week's guest posts from some other kick-ass bloggers, if you haven’t already? Which you should have. (If you’re wondering why all the guests: go here.)
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You like warm beverages. You like ink. You wish your morning venti double whip whip iced vanilla-caramel mochaccino could look more bad-ass.
I know I do. I'm always walking to work in the morning all, "This mochaccino is NOT projecting the image i wish to project. I want a mochaccino that says I WILL CUT YOU, MOTHERFUCKER yet also shows that I am environmentally sensitive and supportive of local artisans."
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I mean, I'm willing to eat some questionnable foodstuffs. But I like to be somewhat prepared before I actually put them in my mouth.
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You are cold-hearted poeple who enjoy reading about failure, so I was going to appease your horrifying bloodlust and go all Thomas Keller on your asses. On my ass. On someone's ass. Whatever, there was going to be food and probably horrifying failure. And ass. Lots and lots of ass.
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Tiny martini glasses: cute presentation, or painfully twee?*
A few weeks ago, The Kitchn highlighted an old Bon Appetit recipe for wine-marinated grapes. Because while fruit is tasty on its own, it is almost always improved by being soaked in booze.
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Speaking of appropriating: currently on my TV is a commercial for the Mohegan Sun casino with a jingle sung to the tune of "My Sharona." Clever, or harbinger of the end of culture?
Cinco de Mayo: A day where office workers everywhere can gather at Mexican chain restaurants for happy hour and get smashed on frozen strawberry margaritas in honor of Mexican independence. Olé!
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Three bananas, to be exact. Oh, did you need more than that? Tough.
You know you have them: excess bananas, malingering on your kitchen counters and gradually outliving their usefulness. Unless you're one of those locavore people who only eat food produced within 1.3 miles of your Berkeley home*, which you built by hand from local stone carried block by block from your homemade quarry (it was a fun family weekend project!). You can go back to steaming your fresh-picked asparagus in the sparkling spring water little Timmy just gathered from the stream running behind your renovated ...
Clementines refresh the palate... and the loins.
I've always wanted to try the Nigella clementine cake, the flourless one with the whole boiled and pureed clementines. Nigella is sometimes too precious for me; she uses phrases like "give a blitz" and "ferrous tang" while I'm more likely to give instructions like "fry that shit up in a pan," or "fuck you." Still, there's no denying the comforting yumminess of many of her recipes (she also looks like she would give a good hug, if you were the huggy type), or the fact that clementines are all over the place ...