It is only within certain specific parameters that the following recipe can exist. First, my life is not like yours. I submit the entirety of this blog as evidence hereto. Secondly, my kitchen is not like yours. I live alone. … Continue reading →
Biscuits seem like the first apt metaphor right now. But let me digress with the second: I’m starting to recognize that I see life as the molten interior of a well-composed pot pie. Don’t get me wrong: I’ll get after it. With … Continue reading →
Well, aren’t you just… precious. Your pages are glossy and guided, your cover is padded with embossed lettering, you come in your own box, swaddled in a piece of aubergine tissue paper. And you have this… way about you. This… … Continue reading →
Like most classical comedies, this begins with a hapless struggle, and ends with a party. But, for the record, I am not… completely hapless. I do, admittedly, hide behind schtick. I joke about barely being able to dress myself, and … Continue reading...
Still here. Still struggling to match my socks and still haven’t bought light bulbs and still ranting about truffle oil and still prone to dribbling all over myself. But life is peachy. A lot to cover. Let’s do a speed … Continue reading →
Okay. This post, even by my standards, is going to be a little bit… strange. Don’t say you weren’t warned. Please indulge the following thought-experiment: Suppose, just suppose, that you and your date have snagged a prime two-top at the … Continue reading...
The method by which a gentleman handles eggs reveals much about him. Can he grapple with nuance – recognizing that pans should be neither too hot nor too cold? That there should be some butter but not too much butter? … Continue reading →
Failure is often very useful. I have never been one to allow the unique demands of the Jeff Lifestyle to crimp my culinary range. I don’t begrudge the extra time I spend waiting for the bus, the smaller kitchen … Continue reading →
A recipe with digressions… So. Ethical dilemma. If you were to take, say, ten shallots. The bigguns. And chop them. Couple of garlic cloves, too. Don’t have to get all Robuchonny and follow the grain…. just chop. And then spread … Continue reading →
So that was fun. This was not a “Raptured into Heaven” burger. The burger did not teach me Krav Maga, weatherproof my home, breeze through the final level of Diablo II, get me a new job, or straighten things out with my … Continue reading →