( All spatchcocking, all the time... )

We've been very bad this evening...

We felt like having pizza, but I really wasn't interested in take-out, because, while it's convenient for some nice individual to bring your pizza to the door, it's damned expensive, and, for me, there's always something that's not on the pizza that I think would be pretty good ( Read more... )

How to make a beer can chicken without the beer can...

( Cut for some rather bizzare and kinky pictures of a naked chicken... )

Fried chicken and baked beans is traditional Sunday supper fare in the U.S., but it ain't so bad when the recipe is from Florence, either...


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I was feeling just a tad experimental tonight, so I just foofed around in the kitchen a bit, playing with my food again ( Read more... )

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This is NOT my recipe--this is a Rachael Ray recipe, and one that promised a wonderful outcome because she said she first had it in Montalcino, where she got married. She also promises that, because of that, it would be what she makes for her anniversary every year...which is a pretty good recommendation as far as I can tell.

And it was.

( This is a Rachael Ray recipe, but it ain't no burger and fries... )

( Behold the lowly chicken breast... )

So the chicken thighs finally thawed, and, due to the drudgery of the day and the need to keep my mind and hands occupied as minor drama unfolds, I decided I needed to cook something new and different.

So I did.

( Cinnamon Spiced Chicken Thighs with Channa Kari...Sort of )

Some of the best curries I've ever had, I've had in South Africa. From mild yellow to Thai Hot Red, it was a food I came to LOVE ( Read more... )