Lies, Damn Lies, and Appetizers
“Self, just order and appetizer as your meal. All you need. All you want.” Did I listen to myself? No. No, I did not.
Recipes and also issues… sometimes both at once…
“Self, just order and appetizer as your meal. All you need. All you want.” Did I listen to myself? No. No, I did not.
All this effort to have a new grease to fry them in seems empty and pointless when less of your customers experience the original simple dish America embraced.
It’s good with lamb, it’s good with chicken, it’s good just eating it from the container. AND IT’S SO FREAKIN’ EASY.
I dutifully have memorized the 14-word instruction to get my daughters favorite Starbuck drink juuust right
“Huh. I thought this would be spicier” And then…moments later…”Oh. There it is.” Soon, it becomes “I have made a terrible mistake.”
The following is the harrowing true story of a recent trip to the grocery store. It is a cautionary tale and might be too frightening for some audiences.
This is a recipe for Springtime. It’s lamb shank in a white wine vegetable braise; rustic osso buco. I’m a sucker for lamb shank
This post is about making meatballs, and how grandmothers are duplicitous, self-interested, conniving, and not to be trusted.
This is not the comfort food steam table stuff. This Salisbury steak is cleaner and satisfies a different hankering.
Does this way lie madness? Perhaps, but it also leads to some damn fine maple syrup.
I got a knife for Christmas. I used it to make beef stew. The beef stew was *GOOD*.
Given the choice between abandoning an imprinted notion of sexuality and this grilled spaghetti sauce, I chose the sauce.
Considering the ingredients, that should elicit a “Lé Fresca, Sherlock,” but given the hindsight obviousness of the combination, it was better than expected.
Over the last couple of decades I’ve played around with various versions of coq au vin, but I’ve always kept dominance over nature in mind.
I had a version of this Tomato Jam recently at a boule court and mason jar glasses bistro in Idaho. It was great. Here’s a recipe…
When a dish is as simple as beef Stroganoff it’s hard to sift through the claims of invention. It’s sliced beef in sour sauce.
These fires are so good. Every once in a while, I want them and I’m never disappointed. I have a sixteen year-old to do the messy clean up.
I don’t like just flaming a food place for being bad publicly, but a bad biscuit and offensive bacon is an aggression that cannot stand.
Lamb keema curry reminded me of something when I was a kid. The flavors are different, but we used to have ground meat over rice a lot.