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Things we are bothered about

Food bloggers, listen up. The following must stop immediately: 1. Referring to food as naughty, sinful, etc. This isn’t the Dark Ages: I think we can stop tying values of good and evil to the freaking bread basket. These value judgements are not useful. Fer Christ’s sake — no, scratch that: for the sake of [...]

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Big Red Love

In my house there’s a big red pot and that big red pot gets more big red love than anything else in the kitchen. Okay, maybe not more. The wok and the enormous mixing bowl probably are equal contenders. But I love that dern pot. Originally bought for the purposes of making no-knead bread (you [...]

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“Well, what is there to eat?”

“Get off, Napoleon! Make yourself a dang quesadilla!” And so the legend was born. Inspired by Napoleon Dynamite, a friend of the awesome ilk invented the Dang Quesadilla. Take yourself some tortillas — homemade unless you’re a lazyboneroo, and I’ll get to that in a sec — and spread half with chopped banana and a [...]

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Claf goes plus good

Man, clafoutis, am I right? Yes. The answer is yes. Clafoutis, in case you just walked in and are too dumb to do the Google, is a French dish where you take raw, sherry-drizzled cherries and pour a thickened custard-type batter over the top, then bake until the custard cooks. Top with toasted slivered almonds [...]

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Why?

Why is this so great? Fucked if I know, but it was fast, easy, and they taste good. Plus I revelled in my independent adulthood and ate the jam straight from the jar. Stand back, bitches.

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Overhung

Food food food food food food food food. There’s a lot of it about lately. It’s December 30 today, which means we’re approaching the final hump before we can put aside obligatory festive gluttony. I’m starting to feel like I haven’t been hungry for a week: I have been either staying with family, had visitors [...]

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Claf your hands!

Goddamn, cherries: am I right? Course I am. Cherries are heavenly little crimson summer pearls. I love them. I will eat them until I am a little bit ashamed, and then I’ll go into the other room and eat more. So to preserve my self-respect, I decided to try my luck with cooking them. Passed [...]

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Not just a sometimes food.

I just made a huge batch of chocolate chip biscuits. Or cookies, depending on your vernacular. The recipe said “makes 18 large cookies” and I’m beginning to think the author and I are working on vastly different scales. Or, maybe a cookie and a biscuit aren’t different words for the same thing after all. Maybe [...]

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Names names names

Has anybody else noticed there’s some weird shit happening with recipe names? I keep coming across recipes with names that can only be described as whimsical and, frankly, it’s got to stop. I’ve been doing this long enough that I know it’s not a recent thing. I’ve cooked from my Nan’s cookbooks and come across [...]

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Unbaked!

If you’ve read, say, four posts on this blog, you’ve probably encountered at least one of my pet obsessions: the glories of breakfast. Oooh, wonderfullest time of the day. It’s magical. Now that I think about it there’s probably more written about it than any other daily meal. I can’t seem to go two pages [...]

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