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Jennee’s Sunday Spread… Thai feast a la David Thompson and her own brain
Jennee’s Thai spread, if you will. Now please remove your filthy little minds from the gutter and your hands from the top button of your pants as this is not the type of Thai spread that will be hitting fat Australian business men in the face with ping pong balls. This is a Thai spread…
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Paul’s Caul… Kris’ Birthday Quackalicious Jenga
Kris’ birthday quackalicous jenga. So I get the text saying that it’s “Kris’ 40th next week and I need some dinner suggestion?” This was from my wonderful sister Zoe, and Kris, as you can most likely piece together, is my brother in law… so this pleased me as I love them both dearly, and Zoe…
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Easter-ness
I know. I’ve been offline for over a week now and all I have to offer is the same ol’ tale of a man who works in the hospitality industry and is tied to the stoves during holiday periods. A man who loves the customers that demand so much of him during these times. A…
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Simple chorizo, chickpea and corn soup
This soup is simple. It is simple like the child of two cousins. Even if you are one of those less fortunate people who seem to display an unbridled level of devotion to the ancient art of fucktardery (when clearly your energy could be more wisely spent on the lesser arts of tapestry, or possibly…
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Foxy Bean Café (not Gunshop Cafe)
Foxy Bean Café, Wooloongabba Normally when we stay in Brisbane, we will venture out to Gunshop Café for a coffee or two and a good breakfast. But on this trip this would not be the case. It was time for a change and a new culinary adventure would be under taken. It was decided after…
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Chicken thighs with cavolo nero and corn pilaf… and a guy named Phil
First you need Phil. Phil is a guy I work with and he likes gardening. Phil grows vegetables and makes pickles and preserves, and makes his own butter, cheese and yoghurt to boot. And yes, Phil is available ladies! Phil also has the tongue of a salty old sea dog… mostly because he is a…
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Getting pickled… lentils and beans, that is
I love getting pickled. In fact, you could say that I have made somewhat of a career out of getting pickled. I don’t know if it is my German-Polish heritage rearing it’s ugly but lovable head, like the child peering around the corner while his parents are engaging in a little “special time”, but without…
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Almost healthy rocky road type thing
Do you like a bit of chocolate on the odd occasion? I like a bit of chocolate on the odd occasion. I don’t like to admit it though. I actually have some kind of phobia in my sub-conscious that prevents me from admitting I like chocolate (or anything sweet, really), hence the lack of sweet…
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Mexican Hangover Rolls
Mexican hangover rolls Firstly I would like to make it clear that you do not need to be Mexican or have a hangover to enjoy these rolls… you also need not have a Mexican hangover, even though I’m not quite sure how the hell that would work. But if you do want a hangover to…
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A Mexi feast that would make a Mexican proud… possibly… i don’t know any Mexicans I can ask…
Recently, at my place of paid employment, I cooked a Mexican fiesta for anyone and everyone to try… providing they had a burro for transportation, a fake big black moustache and the fare of six silver pesos to pay their way. After a day of sending out feast after feast after proud gringo Mexicano…
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