Now then, I’m not always right (well, so people tell me, but it’s yet to be proven) but whomsoever answers imperial to the “Imperial v Metric” question is clearly a glass of wine short of a piss up.
Author: casramsey
Pass Da Pasta!
Why make pasta when you can buy it? Well, I’m about to give you literally an infinite number of reasons…
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Pasta!
1 egg per 100 grams of pasta flour.
So that’s the ingredients done! (more…)
Nice Rack!
So there was I, a couple of weeks ago, supping on a fragrant glass of merlot thinking “I should really learn a bit more about wine given I get through so much of it”.
“Only one way to do that” says I, and that is to get organised and drink more wine (OK, two ways), so to that end I built a wine rack…seemed sensible.
A Stock Answer
The thing is, there is no stock answer to the stock question. Stock is a many faceted beast and there are a bazillion and three ways to make it and none of them are wrong. That’s why this post is not in my recipes section, because it is a discussion…a conversation perhaps, on stock and it’s endless facets.
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I Love My Balls
My mum’s homemade Italian meatballs are, quite simply, my favourite food in the world…ever!
(well, along with her homemade pizza and her homemade lasagne)
That’s quite a big statement considering how much I adore Indian food, Thai food, Malaysian food, Indonesian food, British food, Dutch food, French food (…I could go on) but none of those foods wrap their loving arms around you and clutch you to their bosom quite like my mum’s Italian meatballs. (more…)
Oh how I’ve missed you, Miss Chu
I was first introduced to Miss Chu in Bondi a few years ago, and haven’t stopped thinking about her wonton delights ever since. Come on now – minds out the gutter, I clearly said wonton, not wanton – jeez!
The sauce that keeps on giving
Italian tomato sauce is the most versatile basis of so many dishes I figured I would throw it in here early doors because I will most likely refer back to it again and again in later recipes. This is probably the first thing I ever learnt to cook at my mum’s side and my mum is part Italian, so we’re already onto a winner.
Vote YES…!
…for haggis.
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Recipes are promiscuous
I love a good recipe, but I don’t usually follow them. That’s not what they’re there for.
Recipes evolve, and I do mean that in the Darwinian sense. Two recipes meet, you fall in love with them and take the best bits from each and produce a child. (more…)
a salted pig 