A Simple Dinner Party

One of the things my wife and I don’t do enough of is entertain. When the opportunity presents itself, I am all over it! She called the other night and asked if we could host a dinner for a prospective new hire and her family. It’s a great chance to meet new people, help introduce them to the area, make them feel cared for and comfortable, and to just make good food to share with good people. Continue reading “A Simple Dinner Party”

I Would Relish Your Condiments About This Chutney

(See Bourbon Cranberry Orange Relish)

A man takes his son and fiance to dinner. The evening is going pleasantly, and the conversation is unhurried and comfortable. As they eat the father notices that his soon to be daughter-in-law hasn’t touched any of the relishes or chutney’s. Continue reading “I Would Relish Your Condiments About This Chutney”

The Bastard Child… Ketchup

Some people think I am crazy for making things that I could easily buy. There are a lot better reasons for thinking that than my cooking habits. I question their reasoning anyway. Can you really buy good tomato ketchup in the Super Market? I can honestly say that I was blown away by the flavor of my tomato ketchup. Sure, I will probably still buy the old stand by, but I will always try to make a batch or two a year of my own. Because of the spice level in my ketchup, it makes and excellent sauce for shrimp cocktail! Continue reading “The Bastard Child… Ketchup”

Colonel Mustard Did It In The Kitchen…

…with a Szechuan Peppercorn!

I am not an intellectual. An intellectual is someone who looks at a sausage and thinks of Picasso, whereas I just say ‘pass the mustard’.

                                                                                                       -Sebastian Horsley

szechuan mustardI suppose we could be accused of over thinking our food, of making more of it than it is. Yet, to think of food as only fuel for the body misses the majority of what food is. To me, asceticism is as great a sin as gluttony, and perhaps an even more profound sin. I guess it all depends upon the intent behind the action. I’ve always considered food as a communion. Even when I eat alone, there is an intimate tie to other people, even people I have never met or heard of. Continue reading “Colonel Mustard Did It In The Kitchen…”