The fine meal wasn’t had by me, because I have yet to acquire a taste for tulips, or tulip bulbs. No, these are the remnants of what was apparently quite a feast, attended by every squirrel in the neighborhood. And an excuse to post a nice picture.
A Moronically Simple Chicken Dish
Ingredients and technique are the two things — really, the only things — that matter in cooking. Some will argue that without a good recipe, the highest quality ingredients and impeccable kitchen skills will be all for naught. And they would be correct, but Continue reading “A Moronically Simple Chicken Dish”
Alice Waters Can’t Catch A Break…
…mostly because she is a moron when it comes to things other than free-range broccoli grown by New Age hippies on communal land expropriated from THE MAN. But if you don’t think that I am scrupulously impartial, just take a look at this article in National Review Online.* The skewering is wonderful.
More seriously, I think she does this country a disservice by being so stunningly ignorant of the basic laws of economics, and the reality of the world outside of North Berkeley.
*Will, thanks for the link!
Rum Sazerac
I am sure that I have violated some basic tenet of New Orleans drinking culture by bastardizing their classic cocktail, but damn, it tasted great! So send your zombies, I can handle them, especially with a few of these drinks to stiffen my resolve. The original drink Continue reading “Rum Sazerac”
Indian Wine: Burnt Tire Really is A Flavor
India is an immense country where the number of potential viticultural regions dwarfs that of most wine-producing countries. The operative word is “potential,” because based on the sample I tasted last night, they should hold off on that whole “wine for export” thing. We saw a bottle of Indian Shiraz Continue reading “Indian Wine: Burnt Tire Really is A Flavor”
A Mano — Ridgewood, New Jersey
Real Neapolitan pizza? Yes. Yes! That’s all that is important. Oh, the other stuff is fine. Nice gelato, the espresso is good (the machine is obviously cleaned occasionally), and the sides are good. But there is no reason to eat at this place other than the pizza. Continue reading “A Mano — Ridgewood, New Jersey”
Liverpool House — Montreal, Canada
I hate rushing for dinner, but because of the ineptitude of the Canada Border Services Agency, we spent a not-terribly-interesting 100 minutes sitting in line at the border. Yes, that is one hour and forty minutes. And the worst part was Continue reading “Liverpool House — Montreal, Canada”
Montreal: Wow!
My lovely wife and I recently spent a long weekend in Montreal which, in case you haven’t been following geo-politics, is still in Canada. My Canadian food experience has been limited to drinking Molson beer and eating very good oysters from New Brunswick (I think). But that is going to change, Continue reading “Montreal: Wow!”
A Cheese Catastrophe
I ate three cheeses on Saturday night. The first was a lovely hard cheese that reminded me of Campo de Montalban or Zamorano — nutty and rich, with a great texture. Wonderful stuff.
And then everything came crashing down Continue reading “A Cheese Catastrophe”
And You Thought I Was Done Taking Shots At Alice Waters?
I found the link while reading another famous food authority who irritates me (but only sometimes), Mark Bittman. Don’t stop after reading the linked article; this is an interesting and well-written food blog.