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Category: Fodderblog
Pinolata
Over the weekend, I treated myself to a day in the kitchen.
A quick way with chicken for a weekday meal.
I've always worked unusual shift patterns, which mean I get days off in the week. At least one of those is a cooking day, where I cogitate over a bubbling pot of deliciousness. Those days are gone.
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Return Of The Fodderblog: Cauli Mac And Cheese
I love food. I love writing. Why shouldn't the two mix?
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Tale of the Ale: X&HT Visited The Robin Hood Beer Festival
There are beer festivals. And then there are beer festivals.
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That Perfect Morsel: X&HT Saw Jiro Dreams Of Sushi
In a tiny, ten-seat restaurant tucked into an unprepossessing corner of Tokyo's Ginza Metro station, a man called Jiro is quietly making the best sushi in the world.
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A Tomato Sauce for Autumn and Winter
As the cold weather hits, I start to think about autumn food, and tweak my go-to dishes accordingly.
Tanglefoot Rice
In the unlikely event that I ever make it onto Desert Island Discs, there’s one decision with which I would struggle massively. Not the music – a heady mix of northern soul, chiming indie rock and squelchy electronica. Sod that one book nonsense – I’d be taking a Kindle fully loaded with William Gibson, Ray Bradbury and Kurt Vonnegut.
It would be the luxury item that would give me pause. Although the notion of a fast satellite uplink feeding a hot-rodded MacBook Pro appeals, I think in the end I’d have to plump for a rice cooker.
Food In Montpellier
It would hardly be the most mind-boggling revelation to say that the French love their food. It’s intertwined in the culture, part of the national psyche. The French get food at a pure, primal level. In the UK we’ve come along in leaps and bounds in our understanding and appreciation of good food in the past twenty years. I’d argue that English cheese has the better of la fromage francaise, and there’s no such thing as a decent French pork pie. But food and eating are an intrinsic part of French daily life, and our weekend in Montpellier gave us quite a few different examples of that fact.
Of Session Beers
If, like me, you enjoy a nice ale from time to time, then the question of the perfect session beer has come up more than once in conversation. If, like me, you’re a wine and spirits drinker, then you probably have no idea what I’m on about. Allow me, dear Readership, to enlighten you.
EXCUSES AND HALF TRUTHS 