Tag: bacon
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The Black Sheep Espresso Baa, Cooly… not just a bunch of random words
The Black Sheep Espresso Baa… This place is a little hole-in-the-wall type set up, a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it little hobbit nook, sans Saruman, Lord of Isengard, which works for me as I am not eating breakfast in the company of that nasty prick, no thank you. You walk into this little shoe box café expecting to see…
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Stuffing a bird…
Are you sorted for Christmas? Or are you one of the peeps who starts their Christmas hustle now? Nothing like a good Christmas Eve scurry to really get those ventricles moving in the morning, eh. You hit the local shopping square (AKA hell) and quickly notice the musty aroma of anxiety and defeat fills the…
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Campfire (or possibly home oven) Chicken with Broad Beans and Bacon
“You may sleep like animals and smell like animals, but you shall eat like men”. Well, I heard through a friend of mine that that is indeed what Jesus said and by jeepers I do believe I agree with that man! I am more than happy to sleep on the floor with nothing but a…
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Mussels with bacon, apple cider and cream… and introducing “Matty mis en place”
Just yesterday I was going to get some mussels and cook them up for dinner. Mussels with bacon, onion, cider and cream, I thought. I’ve really been feeling the mussel lately… wait, I believe even I should re-think the wording of that one… Anyway, my mouth has been yearning for a dripping hot creamy mussel……
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Hangover breakfast… and lunch
It’s been a bit touch and go for the old Grazza McFilthy Mouth today. The precursor to this story if I may… Yesterday I was paid a visit by an old friend and fellow chef who, for the purpose of this anecdote, shall be known as Toodles (mostly because that is his name). We proceeded…
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Doma Cafe, Federal, NSW
We’d heard a bit of talk about this little café in a little village in the big hinterland hills of the medium sized town of Byron Bay in the relatively expansive Northern Rivers region of New South Wales. When I say we’d heard a bit of talk I really mean we’d had excessive amounts of…
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Punch and Daisy and Scratch Patisserie – two of Mullumbimby’s finest
I’m pretty sure Mullumbimby is going to be the next big thing in the Northern Rivers. Yeah, pretty bold statement eh. Well I’m a pretty bold kind of guy – I’m overly confident in myself and I have a little voice in my head that tells me it is OK to fling aspersions about the…
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The Sunday Sesh… with my old mate Toodles
This is a little suggestion for your next Sunday roast typed by the hand of my old friend, confidant and peer (Peer? What an ass spank of a word. Who the fuck created that word anyway? It sounds like a word that should be reserved for exclusive use by the royal family… although I guess…
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Burger Buns a la Stephane Raynaud’s “Gourmet Hotdogs”
I have had burgers before, not in the biblical sense, but a good burger is something I like to eat on a regular basis. It is not about the weather, or a mood thing, or to do with religion, I just like to eat burgers… straight into my face hole. During my last twenty years…