I was sitting around one evening last week doing a whole lot of nothing when I was struck by a sudden and unyielding urge to eat a churro. What are churros and when have I been exposed to them in the past? I know you’re dying to know these things. Let’s back this story train up to the last station, shall we? (more…)
In the beginning God created the heavens and the Earth. He created the first man and named him Adam. When He was about to create a companion for Adam He addressed him and said, “Adam, I can create you the most beautiful of all creatures and she shall be your partner, but it will cost you an arm and a leg.” Adam considered, and then said, “What can I get for a rib?”
AHAHHAHA. Okay, I seriously hear that terrible joke in my head every time anyone mentions ribs in any context. You had best believe it was being hollered over and over in that echoey and empty cavern upstairs when I was making these bad boys. To drown it out I jammed my earbuds in, put Prince’s Very Best Of album on loop, and cranked it up.
I saw this recipe a couple months ago and immediately wanted to tackle it. It’s fairly labour intensive, so I needed to be in the right physical and mental place to do it. That day finally arrived last week. (more…)
Have you ever noticed how in the world of the Super Mario Bros. it is the humble mushroom—and not beef or milk or any other animal product—that causes Mario to grow and gain extra life? Yessir, mushrooms are the cat’s pajamas and I buy and consume a lot of them.
So when it came time for “What’s the in Fackin’ Fridge?” Friday, it was three varieties of mushrooms that fell into my arms first. I had a paper bag of hearty portobellos, a container of organic shiitakes, and even dug a couple of button mushrooms (erlack, I HATE them) out of my Mama’s stash. White button mushrooms are stupid and I refuse to eat them, but they met my ends here so I went with it. (more…)
I’m back, melonfarmers! I was away from the kitchen and the internet pretty hardcore for about three weeks as I finished rehearsals and then began performances for the Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo. Yeah, that’s right. I’m IN it. Hear the highest, highest, high notes that the 1st Sopranos in the adult choir sing? Hear that one person squawking them out? That’s right! This fackin’ guy.
So now that I am no longer living at the Metro Centre I have returned to the kitchen. And man oh man, how I have missed it. (more…)