What's-on-my-plate?
Night by night, draws on this monotonous cycle of culinary obligation... everyone has to eat, may as well enjoy it.
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Monday, March 05, 2007
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Monday, February 19, 2007
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Saturday, February 03, 2007
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Saturday, January 27, 2007
Friday, January 26, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Monday, January 22, 2007
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Saturday, January 20, 2007
Friday, January 12, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Saturday, January 06, 2007
Thursday, January 04, 2007
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Sunday, December 31, 2006
The last supper of 2006
We whiled away a fine evening in rustic surrounds... a very mellow way to see out a great year.
The buns were baked from scratch before our eyes, and the local venison sizzling from the BBQ was really very pleasurable to eat with the plum sauce. Lubricated by Otago's finest cider.
Rich chocolate cake with icecream heartily scoffed as the Gypsy Pickers started their gig in the marquee. Due to some indulgence in seconds, it was well over an hour later that we reached the dance floor for some boogying.
The buns were baked from scratch before our eyes, and the local venison sizzling from the BBQ was really very pleasurable to eat with the plum sauce. Lubricated by Otago's finest cider.
Rich chocolate cake with icecream heartily scoffed as the Gypsy Pickers started their gig in the marquee. Due to some indulgence in seconds, it was well over an hour later that we reached the dance floor for some boogying.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Tuesday, December 26, 2006
Monday, December 25, 2006
Hangdog ho-ho-hangi
A feral xmas dinner at the Hangdog rock climbers camp. The sun was beating down, making digging the pit for the hangi hot work. It had to be a big hole to fit enough food to feed thirty hungry climbers.
We cooked pork, chicken, and lamb forequarters which I boned out and rolled with garlic and herbs. The veges were from the local organic community garden.
Relaxing down by the river after a big feed au!
We cooked pork, chicken, and lamb forequarters which I boned out and rolled with garlic and herbs. The veges were from the local organic community garden.
Relaxing down by the river after a big feed au!