tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post1196954252541779153..comments2023-09-15T02:40:58.916-07:00Comments on Move Along. Nothing To See Here.: Where'd That Week Go?Flintharthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17456024642528783549noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-75946947220725345122011-09-23T00:43:01.374-07:002011-09-23T00:43:01.374-07:00Hughesy: twice I've tried cooking the local bu...Hughesy: twice I've tried cooking the local bunny. <br /><br />First time was a little cavalier. I slow-baked it with plenty of herbs and veges, in a well-lidded dish. <br /><br />The bunny tasted like spoiled arseholes, and had a texture not unlike squid. Living, writhing, angry squid that doesn't really want to be eaten.<br /><br />The second time, I took more care. I jointed the bunny, and dredged it in flour, salt, and pepper. Then I sauteed some garlic, and then I lightly browned the bunny in the garlic/butter.<br /><br />Next, I took those browned bits of bunny and put them in a casserole dish, with a good lid. In went some fresh bay leaves, carrots, onions, potatoes, good red wine, celery and red capsicum.<br /><br />Four hours at low heat later, the smell rising from the thick, rich stew was heady and delicious. Unfortunately, the rabbit tasted like the Greater Oxford Tightassed Obsessive-Compulsive definition of "gamey", and it had a texture not unlike an old tyre.<br /><br />No more for me.Flintharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08862235828346393495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-54108886756431651262011-09-22T21:14:23.129-07:002011-09-22T21:14:23.129-07:00Dearest Flinthart,
Would you be so kind as to fur...Dearest Flinthart,<br /><br />Would you be so kind as to furnish me with your email address? I seem to keep getting mail delivery failure notifications with your old one, and there's something I need to ask, old bean. Cheery-O!<br /><br />Dion. You know, that one that was in Launceston, but is now in Purgatory just near New Farm. Also, I don't own a Vespa yet, so at least I'm not fully infected.melmothianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02942109204748193063noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-15794441240322551092011-09-21T05:39:07.117-07:002011-09-21T05:39:07.117-07:00I'd be adding bunny to that menu if I had me a...I'd be adding bunny to that menu if I had me a huntin' cat.hughesyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09952271152178706348noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-2954317308437777852011-09-20T16:23:10.318-07:002011-09-20T16:23:10.318-07:00Of course they do, Mister Jay. EVERYBODY knows tha...Of course they do, Mister Jay. EVERYBODY knows that!<br /><br />Bondi - sorry about that. But... I'm the cook, and I'd get bored as batshit if I had to do a really limited routine. I actually enjoy the occasional visits from my lactose-intolerant or gluten-intolerant friends, because it gives me an excuse to mess with new ingredients, and to see what I can get away with. <br /><br />If it's any comfort, I think it's at least partly a pathological reaction to my mother's cooking. Over the years, my sister and I managed to veto her soggy Brussels Sprouts and the so-called "lambs-fry" that was cooked until it cracked... but that just meant the repertoire of food got less and less. <br /><br />Fortunately, we got lots of fresh vegetables, salads, and fruit salads. You don't have to cook those suckers, after all...Flintharthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08862235828346393495noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-46107340235747181592011-09-20T09:10:28.666-07:002011-09-20T09:10:28.666-07:00Do differing flavours of sausage count?Do differing flavours of sausage count?Jyggdrasilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13103800860401813367noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2485469691062620401.post-19319961280950856612011-09-20T03:02:07.158-07:002011-09-20T03:02:07.158-07:00Good heavens I dislike reading your menus! I suff...Good heavens I dislike reading your menus! I suffer from equal amounts of food jealousy and guilt at my inability to go past about a dozen dishes...admittedly I get a little limited by the fact that my little bloke is allergic to dairy and sesame. So much for those cheesy/creamy etc. dishes. That and the fact that some evenings after getting home, doing homework, the boy having a standard 7.30 bedtime etc. my food creativity tends to suffer.Bondiboy66https://www.blogger.com/profile/03526870939619033169noreply@blogger.com