May 2012
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Not born great
The thing that sometimes grinds me with blogs is that everything looks perfect. When someone posts a recipe with beautiful pictures, its not the first time they’ve made it. & if it is, everything is still composed in some way. Nice light on the strawberries, extra oil for that glisten, move that towel to curve around like it was just tossed…
What you don’t see is how things...
April 2012
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Stock
As I talked Love about Veal Stock in the last post, I thought I’d show how I made it. Its really easy & super cheap-I got mine from *Windsor Meats in my neighbourhood.
First, roast your bones. You can blanched them before too, to get some impurities out, but it’s a bit too finicky for me.
If you see at the top left hand corner, a couple bones filled with yellowish stuff-thats...
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While You Were Snoring...
You know those times where you cant see the end of the tunnel? The now is just endless, stretching on and on, suspending you marshmallow like in the hell that is upside down gelatin cake? On my last night in Seattle, the hostel dice tossed my room a snore-er. I’ve stayed in my share of Hostels, but this one took the cake. 3 hours had passed & I got no closer to sleep, so I decided to...
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Passion: The Basic Necessity
“You dont need a silver fork to eat good food” -Paul Prudhomme
As you are aware by now, I have two lives: I cook and I draw. Drawing, this weekend, took me over to Seattle where I attended the Emerald City Comic-Con. But what I was really looking for was the unexpected, the delightful: a good food experience.
I went to a sushi bar the first night in. I was very excited...
November 2011
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How Cooking Saved My Life: Part II
I went through high school aquainted with some literature and some fuzzy, backwater skimmings about art. Most of the interesting shit I learned about came from friends who, like me, didnt like school and blew it off to go to the library in the town over. In high school I was one of the promising ones. I even graduated with honors. I might still be on the wall, framed and everything.
Sad for me,...
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How Cooking Saved My Life: Part I
I owe a lot of money. Not exciting money. Boring money. School money. As of now, University’s served no immediate, practical purpose (read: a job). Yes, yes: I am socially accredited with doing some ‘right’ thing of ‘higher’ education. And of course, the way the last seven years of my life were—informing my present—are all due to the fact I was in and out of school. But as I stare down...
