Honey Fried Chicken excerpted from The Chicken Shack: Over 65 cluckin’ good recipes that showcase the best ways to enjoy chicken.
Entertaining a crowd? Serve up an impressive Garlic Butter Roast Chicken, or an appetizer of Chicken Caesar Sliders Wrapped in Parma Ham. Looking for some classic dishes for the family? Look no further than Grilled Chicken Burgers, Chicken Quesadillas, and Spanish-Style Chicken & Rice.
In search of something comforting after a long day? Perhaps opt for Chicken Noodle Soup, or Extra-Crunchy Crumbed Wings. Or if you want something hot and spicy, Red Hot Buffalo Wings and Jerk Chicken may be exactly what you need.
Take this book under your wing, and find chicken recipes for all tastes and occasions.
Salmon Niçoise Salad with Olive Vinaigrette, Apres All Day: 65+ Cozy Recipes to Share with Family and Friends. Photography by Ren Fuller.
For ski bums and non-skiers who enjoy the snow, here is a cozy winter cookbook of 65+ hearty recipes, plus beautiful photography that captures the après-ski culture and mountain town life.
Après-ski is more than just an afternoon beer in the lodge. It’s an opportunity to gather with friends and family over delicious food and drinks during the cold winter months.
This cozy cookbook invites home cooks of all levels to embrace the après culture all season long, whether they’re the first skier on the slopes in the morning or a nonskier who prefers to snuggle up by the fireplace.
There are recipes for every meal—because yes, you really can “après all day”—including Apple Pie Oatmeal as pre-ski fuel, Tater Tot Nachos, a.k.a. “Tatchos” for an indulgent snack on the couch, Classic Beef Stew with Cheesy Garlic Bread for a family potluck, and a well-deserved Kitchen Sink Skillet Cookie to end the day.
Chicken Mole Amarillo from Taste of Tuscon by Jackie Alpers.
A cookbook dedicated to the foods inspired by the region’s beauty and diversity, Taste of Tucson discovers through recipes and photos the unique mix of cultures that create Southern Arizona’s incredible cuisine.
Award-winning photographer and cookbook author Jackie Alpers shares her own inspired food creations in this book as well as her favourite restaurants’ dishes, while incorporating the history of the Sonora region, the mysticism and lore, and how it has contributed to the food of the people who live there.
Building from tried-and-true basics and tutorials on tacos, enchiladas, carne asada, and huevos rancheros, she divulges secrets to making Sonora’s most unique savouries and sweets, including Chicken Mole Amarillo, Adobo Pulled Pork, Red Pozole, Dark Chocolate and Coffee Figgy Pudding Cakes, and more.
I’m seldom this grumpy. Really, I’m not. I worship restaurateurs and chefs who push limits and thrill us with their passion and unique take on food. But then there are those who shamelessly copy, imitate and take something that was once highly original, misuse it and render it impotent and outdated. Here are eight tired restaurant trends that were once great, but must now be shown the door.
Small plates What’s going on here? It’s not OK to charge $16 for three minuscule meatballs even if they are made of sustainably raised elk and locally foraged fungi. Tapas and Dim Sum? You get a pass. You’re a well-oiled machine honed over centuries. But it seems that the all-appetizer phenomenon’s raison d’être is to charge an ungodly amount for mere morsels. And sometimes (most times), I’m hungry and I don’t want to share. There are many eateries that elevate small plates to an art form—bravo to them! But to everyone else, please hop on another (and preferably larger) bandwagon.
Mason jar cups I get the whole reduce-reuse-recycle business but having to sip my over-priced cocktail in a vessel meant for grandma’s apricot jelly is all kinds of wrong. I doubt this is what Scottish farmer John Landis Mason had in mind when he patented his food preservation container in 1858. Here’s wishing that this trend ends now so that I never have to drink from a pickle jar when a regular glass will suffice.
Bistro-chic decor Reclaimed wood, exposed light bulbs, chalkboards and plastic moulded Eames chairs. It’s hip, cool, edgy and groovy and it’s been copycatted to nauseating extremes. Labouring to read dodgy calligraphy off of a smeared chalkboard menu is not hip. Having to rest my tuckus on a backbreaking alibi for a chair is not cool. Being bathed in the blinding glow of an uncovered light fixture is not edgy. Eating off a barn door to feign a mod rustic ambiance is not groovy. As for the next trend in restaurant design, I’m hoping for daring AND functional. This bistro-chic decor just makes me weary.
Parting is such sweet sorrow. I turned to you to feed countless dinner guests and you never failed to come through for me. You baked at a uneven temperatures but I learned to adjust. Your coils were crooked but I didn’t care. You were never the prettiest but I loved you anyway. You roasted countless turkeys and cooked foie gras, lobsters in beurre monté, cookies, cakes and pies. You made me happy and better yet, you made the people in my world happy. And for that I thank you. I have loved you for so long but it is now time to say goodbye. Thank you for the years of service. Go and be amongst the kitchen angels. May you rest in peace and know that you will never be forgotten.
I’ve noticed that chefs and foodie types tend to be a little on the obsessive side. Nothing wrong with that. The food arts often demand a military-like precision and an unparalleled focus on detail. But I (normal guy) have been able to make it through life rather unscathed without exhibiting psychoneurotic behaviour. I’m not a slob by any means and I can focus on detail when needed. But growing up in a family that emphasized constant order and exactitude made me lean the other way.
This post was inspired by my (OCD) sister and brother-in-law’s “everything has its place” cupboard. In a random poll of my entourage, most cited my sister’s cupboard as the standard that they admired. Hmm. While I often made fun of my sister’s clear need for psychiatric help, my informal survey led me to think that perhaps I’m the one who needs assistance. Maybe an insanely ordered cupboard is what I should be trying to attain? Help me out here. What do you think? While the cupboard on the left is clearly desirable, is it in fact…normal? Vote below.
Should we try to attain the standards of the cupboard on the left or is the cupboard on the right perfectly “normal?”
I am a pretty big tennis fan. And this weekend just happens to be the final weekend of Wimbledon. Nothing is more iconic of Wimbledon than strawberries and cream, a tradition at the Big W since the tournament’s origins in the late 1800s.
Photo courtesy of Reuters
According to the New York Times, legend has it that King George V introduced strawberries and cream to courtside crowds. But the tradition actually dates from around the time of the first Wimbledon tournament in 1877, according to Audrey Snell, a librarian at the Wimbledon Lawn Tennis Museum. The strawberry season just happened to coincided with the arrival of the tournament.
Check out a few other facts about the strawberries and cream served at the All England Club. Enjoy the tennis!
Served in a cup containing not less than 10 strawberries.
8,615 cups of strawberries are consumed per day.
28,000 kg of strawberries are consumed over the two-week tournament, served with over 7,000 litres of fresh cream.
To ensure the utmost freshness, strawberries are picked the day before being served. They arrive at Wimbledon at around 5:30 a.m. where they are inspected.
The price for a cup of strawberries and cream at Wimbledon 2012 is £2.5 or CAN$4.90.
Do you have a friend that has a stellar signature dish? I do. Latkes and ribs. Now the latkes part makes sense. My friend is jewish. The ribs part, not so much. But who am I to judge? He’s never shared the recipe. Doesn’t tell us how it’s done. But man, am I glad that on a semi-regular basis I’m invited take in his generous offerings. Check out the rib fest I recently partook in. Delicious!
I’m often sullen on Father’s Day. My dad passed away a few years ago now and even though I miss him every single day, this day in particular is more difficult. When my niece invited me over to her house for a BBQ to spend some time with the family, I was happy to oblige. Family time is always nice. Family time plus a BBQ meal is a no brainer. Grilled vegetables, a big ole steak, some time with the kinfolk and sharing memories about my dad made for a very good day.