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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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Easy as…

The funny thing about pie is that it is never quite what I anticipate. It’s never quite as robust, never really a hand-held affair. In movies and such, people pick up fat wedges, take a bite and it doesn’t spill out the sides and all over their clothes. I don’t think I have ever had [...]

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Poolish Play Part 3: Pain

…remember those baguettes I made? Yeah. Still making my pulse race, still making my mouth water. These are fine times to be bethini, which, frankly, I am. But the dough that brought such happy times also brings humility. Remember thou art mortal. The shaping was easy: this dough was a dream to work with. Springy, [...]

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Poolish Play Part 2: Glory

Lotta pictures ’round here. As I mentioned previously, if anyone can persuade me to rock the slow-rise bread, it’s Bertinet. Having let my lush, silken dough rise for 90 minutes, it was time for shaping. I took about two-thirds of the enormous dough the recipe produced and divided it into ten lumps. After a short [...]

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Poolish Play Part 1: Anticipation

I think I’ve mentioned my enormous crush on Richard Bertinet. He’s the breadmaking bomb. Everything about his attitude, his relaxed savoir-faire and his kneading technique oils my breadboard. He is incredible. His kneading technique alone has been one of the greatest things I’ve learned to improve my bread. If you’re unfamiliar with Monsieur Bertinet, I [...]

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Supper

I love the word supper. It sounds cosy and uplifting, like a meal you would need after a hard night’s snowshoeing to rescue an injured baby moose. You stumble home, exhausted but jovial, and your waiting loved ones would bring you supper while you regaled them with the thrilling and humourous tale of how you [...]

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Questions I have, answers I not.

Etiquette: you have been out walking in your lunchbreak. You are listening to your ipod and generally grooving. As you return to your workspace, you realise a quick bathroom stop is in order. Do you (a) return your ipod to your desk and then double back to go to the bathroom; or (b) wear your [...]

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Bottled sunshine

When life gives you lemons: squeal like a tipsy pelican. These orbs of wonder were a housewarming party contribution, bless our friends and their tree. In the interests of making this a more blog-sexy pic, I briefly considered putting these babies into a basket, or getting a kitten to hold them or something, but they’re [...]

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