Bloodthirsty Go now! Go find ‘em! Get thee some blood oranges now! One of Jeff’s best cocktail inventions ever. Inspired by Bluecoat gin….oh yeah!Read More
Another reason to love Italy: Tarocco blood oranges.
Taroccos make sweet, low acid juice, which are perfect for your morning antioxidant, low calorie, breakfast of champions. Tarocco’s have the highest vitamin C content of any orange, and are high in fiber. How can something taste so good and be healthy when it comes in crazy Fred Flinstone vitamin colors?
We opened the door and the house exhaled. As though it had been holding it’s breathe since we closed the door last fall.
First things first, we flung open the windows and let in sunshine and fresh breezes; in the process we woke up a few sleepy spiders and sent dust bunnies flying.
Finally, it was Kitchen Assault day.
“I don’t have time to cook.” How many times have you heard this or said it yourself? It really isn’t about time, is it? It’s about priorities. I get it. Twitter is an addictive time suck, but you have to fight the cravings if you want to eat ravioli.Read More
An Ode to Moe, the Butcher.
I’m heading home, walking down Elizabeth St, it’s late and I have to pick up something to make for dinner. I’m dreading having to go to the Gougers Garage, when I spy a small Alabanese butcher store. The little bell tinkles as I open the door and step into a kinder, gentler, funnier world.Read More
Fried food extravaganza Let’s face it. Fried food tastes good. A few times a year I need a fried food fix and I don’t think it’s the end of the world.
Preparing a fried food extravaganza takes a little planning, but if it’s done right, you only have one pot to clean and some collateral splatters.Read More
What goes on in the world of food media and marketing? Are we content to be treated as mindless children? walking wallets? elitist foodies devouring endangered species?
Alice Waters included sharks fin in her wish list for a final meal and was soundly berated for being insensitive. Hell, I want some of those Ortolan little birdies that Mitterrand ate for his last meal. I want them…but I’m not getting them. People, could we please just get a grip?
Let’s face it, if you live in North America, we’re still in Root Season: potatoes, turnips, parsnips, carrots, celery root. Perhaps the spring smelling breezes are making you long for fresh ramps and fiddle head ferns, but the reality is, it’s March, and we’re still eating roots. One of my favorite tuber pick-me-ups is the parsnip. It just never gets the love that other tubers get.Read More
High Atlitude Chopped I’ve got at least 20 years of experience under my belt, or in my ski boots, whatever the case may be, but I still think high altitude cooking is a royal pain. It’s like playing an endless game of Chopped. Fresh food ebbs and flows depending on if anyone has gone down into the valley to shop, or has someone passed along some mountain stash, or is it time to break out the frozen vegetables? If we tap into Kevin’s stash of canned goods, then things are dire.Read More
For centuries, for millennium, olives were picked the same way: grasp a branch and lightly running your fingers downward, gently pluck and pull the olive away from the branch. Let the olives drop into a basket or a well placed net. At the end of the day, your hands feel soft and supple from handling the fruit, and your arms are a little stiff from reaching for the next branch. Picking olives is fun and romantic when it’s a hobby, but far more serious when it’s your life’s work.Read More