Tag: cooking
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Salsa verde… a green sauce for steak and chicken and just about anything
Salsa verde. Literally translated this means green sauce. No mention of rocket science here so it kinda implies that even you’re going to be able to pull this one off! Also, with it’s literal name, the initials GS could also stand for “good shit”, as this is well and truly what salsa verde is –…
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Herby lemony garlic really good roast chicken
Today, I think we can all agree, is Sunday. A day synonymous with relaxing, god and the Sunday roast. I am going to help you out with a recipe for a really good roast chicken, the relaxing and god things you’re going to need to sort out for yourself. I could say it’s the best…
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Seafood chowder-esque type thing in a Vienna loaf
My brother is just about to head back to his humble grotto in Margaret River, Western Australia, after a mammoth stay of two months. That’s right, now I shall be in charge of my own mis en place again… and we will have to do our own washing… I’ll be sad to see him go,…
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Pulled pork Chinese styles for my ol’ mate Bretty B
So my old mate Brett, AKA Bretty B, sends me a message asking what the hell pulled pork is. I explained that my understanding of pulled pork is that it is a slow cooked piece of pork, with some kind of juicy marinade, that ends up being so damn heart meltingly tender that you can…
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Paul’s Caul… the Spanish cook off
For all those playing at home, I don’t have red hair and a beard and I’m not G-bags Mcfilthy mouth… no, I am not the father of this blog, I’m perhaps best described as this blogs estranged brother that likes to drop by unannounced and expects every thing that’s great about writing a blog whilst…
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Paul’s Caul… Life’s Good
For all those playing at home, I don’t have red hair and a beard and I’m not G-bags Mcfilthy mouth… no, I am not the father of this blog, I’m perhaps best described as this blogs estranged brother that likes to drop by unannounced and expects every thing that’s great about writing a blog whilst…
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The pumpkin risotto that I never thought I would cook
I never feel the urge to cook risotto. Never. And I especially never feel the urge to eat risotto. OK, maybe once, but I’m pretty sure I was under the influence of LSD or some other mind expanding/altering substance and I was actually under the impression that I was eating fried chicken, which I was…
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Warm salad of squid, chickpeas, olives, tomato and herbs with nutty za’atar
It is difficult to conjure up a cracking meal with what can be only described as eff all. I am not a magician; I don’t even have the skills to do a basic card trick and I certainly do not possess the powers of alchemy. What is not difficult though, is creating a cracking meal…
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Chicken thighs with beans and asparagus ala Matty
My brother is staying with us at the moment. His name is Matt, so for the purpose of this story I shall call him Matt. Matt lives in Margret River on the west coast of Australia and we live near Byron Bay on the east coast of Australia, so as you may or may not…
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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…
