I seem to be on a role with the whole Snow White gig. And like the previous, this began as a cocktail, but, in all fairness, I’m a better cake baker than I am a bartender. Aaaand, a huntsman is more likely to drink his whiskey neat rather than mixed with fruits and herbs. Just as he’s more likely to…
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Lips red as the rose. Hair black as ebony. Skin white as snow. -Snow White Snow White has come out in full force in cinemas recently, and it only seems fair to whip up a cocktail to celebrate (just in case today being a Monday isn’t enough of a reason to drink up). This really is just that delectable white…
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I went a bit bizerk with the grill. I honestly thought I was just making smoked salt. And then I realised I could bake on the grill, and just like that, door thrown wide open and imagination ran amuck. But this is where it all started. Smoked salt.
Now, statistics prove that you’ve one birthday Imagine, just one birthday every year Ah, but there are three hundred and sixty four unbirthdays! Precisely why we’re gathered here to cheer A very merry unbirthday to you Now blow the candle out my dear And make your wish come true A merry merry unbirthday to you! -Mad Hatter and March Hare,…
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It was oddly exhilarating, the grand ambitions all these strangers had for my dinner party. These people thought that Julie Powell, with her yearlong cooking project, was sufficiently fascinating to draw the greatest lights of food celebrity chefdom, and maybe even some minor movie stars, to her crappy outer-borough apartment. Hell, maybe it was true. Maybe my Boeuf Bourguignon, the…
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