It’s finally soup weather. We’ve gotten back to the sodden, gloomy, winter weather that makes people slit their wrists when they move here. I love it. It’s damp and moldy, and it smells like warm compost and fecundity again after all that stupid Arctic Blast nonsense. Snow and ice doesn’t make me crave soup, it…
Chicken and waffles. The first in a series I call Monochromatic, Yet Delicious. Some of my readers (particularly the ones who hail from exotic locales) have blank looks on their faces. It’s a real thing, I assure you, to eat fried chicken on waffles. And it’s really fucking good. Chicken and waffles is an American…
Working from home has its pluses and minuses. Minuses include feeling like you might literally explode from not having moved from the same few hundred square feet in more than 24 hours. Another minus is the constant distraction of cool shit like daytime TV, adorable cats and husband. A major plus, though, is being able…
…or, Snow Day We don’t get much snow here in Portland. We’re nestled so snugly between the Coast Range to the west and the Cascades to the east, and all that noise gets buffered out in our quaint little Willamette Valley. But once or twice a year, we get the veritable shit…er, snowstorm of Weather.…
You know when you’re feeling kinda tapped out, and multitasking isn’t doing you any favors, and you just wanna curl up in a bowl and call it a night? Yeah, it’s that time of year, isn’t it. Scott made this stew the other night (he actually cooked!) for when I got home from the field,…
This is such an easy way to run through that half-gallon of turkey stock you have gelling in your fridge, and it’s a nice change of pace from the casseroles and sammiches. I’m sick of eating turkey, bread, mashed potatoes and gravy, and I’m sure you are too. On Thanksgiving, we had a 16-pound turkey…
Okay, this is a total phone-in. I will give the concession that I used homemade chicken stock, and sure, I poached the chicken breast with lots of fresh ginger and garlic, some sake, mirin and sesame oil, then added sliced shiitakes, Sweet Nantes carrots and delicate pearl potatoes. I even threw in some heirloom Italian…
Yes, I fucking did it, so get off my back already! Actually, it wasn’t that bad. Contrarily, I might start viewing all foods through the Scottish “these’d be crakin fried” lens now (eh, Kittie?). This will spell ultimate doom for my figure. My muffin tops don’t need any help getting buttered, thankyouverymuch! I really don’t…
…or, Phoning it In Yes, that’s packaged ramen. For dinner. See? I can totally phone it in sometimes. And since I joined the Foodbuzz Challenge (as I’m calling it), my posts are going to continue to erode into the hastily-scrawled chicken scratch of a mad woman for the next four weeks. What is the Foodbuzz…
Okay, I really haven’t been around much, and I apologize for being such a flaky friend and not visiting enough. In my defense, I have been out of town for work, with a spotty-at-best wireless connection (I used the hotel lobby to reply to my comments on Thursday). Also, I have a huge backlog of…
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