Tag Archives: chicken

Recipe Goes Here. A Bloggable Chicken Salad?

Is there any point in posting shit? I go back and forth on this a lot. Do my recipes need a point? My last post was about cooking my last meal in Hong Kong in my kitchen. If you are … Continue reading →

Win Fail: Half a Chicken Caesar Salad.

12 Jan ’11

My first post of the new year is a study in duality. Why? Because that’s what the new year is all about right? We desperately embrace new habits, convincing ourselves that this year will be different. In the mirror, we … Continue reading →

The hell that is putting soup in a biscuit.

14 Nov ’10

I am sliding this blog post into home plate. Just hours shy of the weekly deadline. It’s been a long, painful week. Actually two weeks of pain since my first attempt was a complete fail. There’s no recipe this week … Continue reading →

What says Macau on a plate? An African Chicken Sandwich.

29 Oct ’10

Before we left for Macau, I thumbed through the guidebooks to get a sense of what else we might find beside casinos. When it came to the food, there was mention of a heavy Portuguese influence as well as a … Continue reading →

Chicken Stew with Pancetta, Carrots, and Chickpeas

20 Mar ’10

Day 5 and the “no carb, no dairy” saga continues. There is something strange about cooking on a restricted diet. It actually makes things surprisingly simple. I’ve noticed there’s a reoccurring theme to most of these recipes. Olive oil, lemon, … Continue reading →

Balsamic Roasted Chicken Thighs with Chili Courgettes

15 Mar ’10

While Tom is off frolicking in the mountains, it’s become my responsibility to keep the blog rolling. Rather than just come up with random recipes for the week, I thought I’d assign myself a task. This time, a new direction. … Continue reading →

Southern Style: Fried Chicken, Mac ‘n Cheese, and Spinach with Parmesan and Cream

4 Mar ’10

I am not Mario Batali. I am not Anthony Bourdain. I am not Marcus Samuelsson. I say this not because I cannot cook. I say this because I cannot cook and then party like a rockstar afterwards. Batali used to … Continue reading →