French Fry Coated Bacon on a Stick

When Brillat-Savarin said that “the discovery of a new dish confers more happiness on humanity than the discovery of a new star” he perhaps hadn’t spent much of his time near the deep fryer. This dish confers on humanity nothing but moral decline. Watch the best porn movies here porno gratis. I present to you… Continue reading French Fry Coated Bacon on a Stick

The outing of Camy Shanghai Dumpling House’s secret

When salmonella went feral a few years ago at a favorite Turkish restaurant, hospitalising a wardful of unlucky diners, I felt the urge to eat there out of solidarity with the owners but sadly, the health inspectors had put paid to my plans. The joy of returning to a previous favourite restaurant is built entirely… Continue reading The outing of Camy Shanghai Dumpling House’s secret

Five links on ummm…Sunday

Sorry…I made a quick trip to Sydney and forgot that I was meant to be posting this on Friday. Enjoy your long weekend, Australians. We must hunt the elephants to save them – "Sustainable use" doesn’t make for great bumper stickers, but "I shoot ferals" does. Food trends: Wet Market Diplomacy – Celebrity chef and… Continue reading Five links on ummm…Sunday

Kimchi jeon (김치전)

I’ve personally eaten half a kilo of kimchi this week. There have been no ill effects. Something about the idea of Korea’s national obsession being shot into space has piqued my tastebuds. Their mastery of the controlled fermentation of coleslaw is no longer earthbound. A recipe for kimchi jeon is about the laziest that a… Continue reading Kimchi jeon (김치전)

Great balls of chicken rice

The apparent simplicity of Hainanese chicken rice is what makes it an addictive comfort food. It looks like simple steamed chicken and with fatty, chicken stock-cooked rice but is so fecund in people’s memories at it is impossible to begin to judge it. There are objectively bad plates of chicken rice replete with ropy strands… Continue reading Great balls of chicken rice

“The only reason to move to Sydney would be to kick Bill Granger in his white-panted balls”

Which was how my friend J summarized my decision to move back to Melbourne. I personally have nothing against Bill Granger and he has nothing at all to do with my decision to not move anywhere near him. The other reason to move to Sydney seems that in my absence, the rental property market in… Continue reading “The only reason to move to Sydney would be to kick Bill Granger in his white-panted balls”

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