So I was on Amazon the other day spending some of my hard-earned kickbacks affiliate payments, and I took a look at some of what people were buying. All those of you who bought the Charlie Palmer book, good job. For whoever bought the Dungeons and Dragons books, don't worry because (1) Amazon doesn't tell me who you are and (2) I cannot judge you as harshly as I would someone who purchased, for example, a Rachael Ray book, as I have openly admitted in this very forum to having played Magic: The Gathering. I too have ...
Sometimes I'm amazed at the brain's ability to retain information. Like this: the last time I studied or spoke any French was my sophomore year of college. That was roughly 12 years ago.* Yet I only had to look up 3 of the 5 words in the post title, and I'm almost 70% sure it says what I want it to say.** Sometimes I amaze even myself. For my next trick, I will keep 15 plates spinning while playing the score to La Traviata on the recorder.
*OH MY GOD. And I'm starting to go white, for real; you don't have ...
Is there a more relaxing Monday night than sitting splayed on the couch with a camphor-and-menthol covered leg wrapped in plastic wrap and sitting on a heating pad, while you precariously balance a marginally functional 2001 laptop on a copy of Watchmen* on your other leg? I submit that there is not, especially since I don't watch Heros.** I'm doing it though, because (1) the leg thing actually feels really good once you get over the plastic wrap-weirdness and (2) the foodblogosphere must know about this quick, easy and cheap pasta and fish with spicy, garlicky, fennel-y tomato ...
Stop me if you think that you've heard this one before.* Pasta e lenticchie mediorientale. That is, pasta and lentils, a classic Neapolitan dish, with a Middle Eastern twist. As far as I can recall, unlike last week, I have not already written this post before. Go me! Short-term memory rules!
*Nothing's changed; I still love you, oh I still love you. Only slightly, only slightly less than I used to.**
**Not YOU. You, I still love exactly the same.
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Ryan, my haircut-needing nephew, is picking up lots of culinary-speak during his tenure at The Left Bank. No longer do we "fry that shit up in a pan" or "nuke the hell out of" anything; we use proper classical Fronsh terminology. For example, when microwaving the Velveeta with the Ro-Tel, I would instruct him to "nukez l'enfer hors de ce produit que reseembler á fromage mais non est fromage."* The word of the week is "confit" and it's relation, "confiture," which has replaced the more familiar but less ...
Not actually on, near, under, or down by a boardwalk.
I'm going to tell you right now: this post? Is not really funny. Feel free to leave if that's a problem, and we'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming later this week.
As you can imagine, it's been a bit of a rough weekend; I haven't really felt like cooking, let alone photographing and describing my meals in detail. Funerals and their associated activities are always kinda rough, and I'm not nearly far enough in the mourning process for my own father not to have all that shit get dredged up, ...
Do you listen to Aimee Mann? You should, she's really good. I have spoken.
For the second installment of Cheap Ass Mondays, I bring you variation #999,999,998 on rice and beans: Mexican-ish stuffed peppers. Can you really have a feature called "Cheap Ass Mondays" without featuring rice and beans at least 30% of the time? I'm still new here, but I'm guessing you can't.
These peppers appeared regularly on my table back in my vegetarian days (August 6th and 7th, 2000). Yes, I was once a vegetarian, for about four years. It will come as ...