It's coming. The annual day of gluttony. And sloth. And liquor. And relatives that make you long for the bleak, silent emptiness of the void. But then, there's stuffing and as a bearded devil I know in Western Pennsylvania recently told me, "it's all about the stuffing." Amen ( Read more... )

I've long been in love with food and all things related to it, but I'm fairly new to the sourcing facet. I mean, I always cared where what I ate came from and had some strong, even pseudo-political feelings about what I wouldn't eat ~ no veal, boycotted certain over-fished seafoods, anti-unicorn eater, only fresh zombie...you know, the usual rules ( Read more... )

The most exciting time of year upon us, all in Goreyhaus are happily preparing for Halloween. The spiders have spun the most intricate webs in every corner, the gargoyles can barely get to sleep each day, and my kitchen is buzzing around the clock.

Since a dear old banshee friend stopped by with an oversized basket full of marrow bones - I just ( Read more... )

I know Cinco de Mayo isn't far off, but I can't wait any longer to get some alimento español on my table. I also have a wonderful witchy sister who just returned from south o'the border with some hilariously harrowing horror tales, and its got me all loco for some espicy num-nums.

Unlike nachos and fajitas, carnitas is not an American creation. It ( Read more... )

Pâté is really just meatloaf en francais. Of course it isn't made with the all-American ground beef and ketchup, but it really isn't that far off. There are many different types, and these should not be confused with fois gras which is also sometimes called pâté. Also, while fois gras is entirely liver, the organ does not have to be a major ( Read more... )

Although I could cower in the basement now that sunny spring is nearly here, I try to look on the bright side {pun intended}. My garden comes back to life; the gargoyles have many more critters to terrify chase around the yard; and grilling becomes so much more pleasant.

I'm a year-round griller, meaning I'm outside shivering by my gas-fueled ( Read more... )

Now that we've (here in the States) spent the last week basking in the glow of a Thanksgiving turkey, its time to throw the fowl aside and salivate over some red meat ( Read more... )

Fall has suddenly given way to winter's chilly grip in this part of the netherworld. This leads me to thoughts of temperamental snow gnomes, Jack Torrence slowly freezing to death in The Shining and my sweet comrades from the film "30 Days of Night" - oh, and liquor.

Our ancestors knew booze was warming, antiseptic, intoxicating and tasty - so let' ( Read more... )

It should come as no surprise that we are not vegetarians, after all I do have ghoul in my ancestry and the Dark Lord is as much a carnivore as any being could be. In fact, he has family ties to the southern hemisphere, where pork is ubiquitous and handled so expertly that even someone who cares not much for pig - such as myself; I like sea ( Read more... )

I had a depressed pal over for dinner tonight, to get him out of his house and feed him since he hasn't been eating.  I may be depraved and dark and laugh at tragedy but I am also a good friend, so when this lycanthropic lad called in distress because his lunar longings were tempting him (tonight's a full one, y'know) - I figured I'd have him over ( Read more... )