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This is swai, over quinoa and wilted rocket, fresh salsa. It’s a thing! Sure it’s a trash-fish. But that doesn’t mean it has to look bad or taste bad. In fact, it’s surprisingly delightful. Just not firm like ocean fish. But healthy and rockin’, especially for the price! […] I’ve been a bit busy lately, and I suspect my fellow cohorts in things gastronomic have similar issues. Thus, I bring onto you a new series: Quickies! Essentially it’s an excuse for me, and any of us eHos to get busy posting, or get busy dyin’. I’d love to keep delivering hugely, in-depth coverage of […] Gais. SRSLY. I shouldn’t be able to make stuff like this. Look away, it’s pornographic! This is butternut shrimp scampi with rosemary linguini and nearly-garden peas. Parmigiano-Reggiano wisps atop for extra slut points. This shouldn’t have occurred in my brain. It’s too advanced. Hold me! If I do anything like this ever again, […] We’ve already established that Jacques Pepin is a boss. And his pimp, Julia Child, kept her pimp-hand strong by letting us all know that, “a well roasted chicken is the sign of a really fine cook.” Shut up baby, I know it! The problem, however, is that I’m notorious for completely messing up every roast […] I’ve received a whole lot of shit over the last few weeks regarding my attitude toward zucchini; vile, squelchy, vindictive zucchini what tries to hide itself wherever I choose to eat. Enough I say! Stop hiding it places! Enough with it always! Let us be honest with each other: zucchini itself has absolutely no flavor. […] I’ve got a new obsession. And it’s kinda like big butts in some of the more obscure dialects. But I cannot lie. In fact, it’s called Lucky Peach (Momofuku if you nasty), and it’s contents are collected by the wonderful bunch over there at McSweeney’s and a few other guests. It occurs quarterly and looks […] As much as I enjoy grocery shopping, said task properly executed is an endeavour that must be undertaken with great patience. It is a task that cannot be accomplished in an hour by any craft that we here possess. It’s black gates are guarded by more than just the Salvation Army bell ringer. […] There’s an awful lot of talk about food additives, flavorings, colorants, and thangs that are added to foods, beverages and whatnot. I’m shocked. Oh, sorry. I forgot to add the sarcasm tags around my sarchasm (ha!). There’s a lot of things added to processed foods that we totally don’t need anymore. Preservatives aren’t needed when […] I may or may not have had an epiphany in that I really, REALLY love the west coast. Now, I knew this before, but after spending two weeks total bouncing from San Francisco (CA), to Bodega Bay (CA), into Napa (CA), over to Sonoma (CA), into Healdsburg, multiple dinners in Sebastapol (CA), then up to […] Disclaimer: In no way do I claim to have experience, nor even aptitude, for using heat and ingredients to effect a comestible (refer to my brief bio on this site). Proceed at your own risk. Despite my growing collection of cookbooks, including a drink mix guide I picked up at an estate sale for only […] |
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