Laksa with Chicken and Pumpkin
You would think we only eat pork or poultry around here, and if stats are any indication, some of you are getting bored by this. Then again, you may be distracted by larger events. Maybe your country is leaving the European Union…or perhaps your country is leaving civilized society entirely….
Beef Poached in Rasam Broth
The mists of time (i.e. early October) saw your intrepid hostess driving to her local pharmacy. While waiting to fill her (ex) oral surgeon’s munificent 10-pill scrip, she hit the local bookshop, her intentions pure. You know, just window shopping. We all know where this is going. There on shelf sat…
Kitchen Note: Soup. Lots of Soup
So…hi. I opened the blog just now and was astonished to see people are still reading…I mean, the prevailing wisdom out there in blogland is post regularly or wither on the virtual vine. And nobody can say I’ve been posting regularly lately. Thank you for reading anyway. Where’ve I been?…
Soups Without Recipes
There is nothing like soup. It is by its nature eccentric: no two are ever alike, unless of course you get your soup from cans. Laurie Colwin, “Soup”, Home Cooking Even we are exhorted to hoard every leftover scrap of food to craft innovative meals in a thrifty cycle of…
Corned Beef Brisket After Jane Grigson
Before discussing today’s recipe, it is only fair to touch on the last post, wherein I ranted and raved about my failed attempt to enroll in an identity theft protection program. This was occasioned by the hacking of my former employer’s antiquated computer system. Alas, attempts to protect my identity…
Chickpea Chorizo Soup
This soup reflects continuing adventures in one-handed cookery while I struggle with Right Lateral Epicondylitis, whose onset last week was as abrupt as it was painful. I can’t pretend it’s been a good time, but people are stressed enough without my bitching. Let’s talk about Nigella Lawson for a minute…
Asian Noodle Soup
This will be brief, as I am experiencing an acute episode of Right Lateral Epicondylitis, or tennis elbow. After visiting a shockingly insensitive physician Thursday, I departed with a handful of steroids and useless instructions to “do nothing”. As doing nothing is not possible, the man insisted “do something about…
Chicken Broth: A Note
You know that terrible feeling of having forgotten something? A vague niggling that sends you checking for keys or glasses or even outside to make sure the headlights are off? That was me last night with the broth recipe. At 1a.m., my ever helpful brain woke me: You left the giblets…
Chicken Broth
One of rare disease’s more entertaining aspects is its unpredictability. There’s the gradual dawning that your body works differently than everyone else’s, and that differently doesn’t signify you’re the next Wayne Gretzky or Nadia Comaneci. Next comes the quest for diagnosis. Once you have a name for your special weirdness,…
Soothing Squash Soup
It hasn’t been two weeks since a recipe for Autumn Squash Soup appeared here. So what gives? We’re still reeling around here, and obviously will be for some time. On Saturday, after John headed off to soccer practice, I decided a soup was in order. Not the Autumn Squash…