Unspeakably Posh Burgers

December 11, 2009 Leave a comment


A burger, yesterday. The Unspeakably posh burger is both more posh and more unspeakable than this example here. When I have saved up for the ingredients, I will replace this picture with one of my own, I promise. In the meantime, please visit this blog, http://crazydiamond.co.za from whence it was nicked 🙂

Warning: This could be addictive. If you eat these every day, be sensible and plan your funeral in advance because this recipe is pure, unfettered indulgence and as we all know, unfettered indulgence will cause your demise. Read more…


Oh My Aching Nerves!

December 11, 2009 Leave a comment

Not tonight dear, I have a headache.

To the hordes of loyal followers of this blog, all six of you, and the highly prized contributors, all four of you, I do apologise for the slow-down in posts of recent days. There’s a good reason. No, there are several good reasons: Read more…

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Sandy's Working Women's Whack-it-together Pie

December 10, 2009 3 comments

Like me, I am sure many of you work. Coming home late and preparing a nutritious and delicious feast in minutes, is just one of the many talents we acquire through necessity. And using up left-overs in increasingly tempting (yet affordable) ways, is another.
So – here’s a recipe to combine these talents and leave your family begging for more. In fact, you might find them cutting down on polishing their plates in an attempt to have left-overs for you to make pie with… Read more…

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“Japanese Omelette”

December 8, 2009 Leave a comment

This recipe kindly submitted by Paul A Murphy

OK, there is actually a Japanese term for this dish — Okonomiyaki — which means ‘whatever you want, grilled’ and there are restaurants devoted to it in all the major cities out there, but if you think of it as a ‘Japanese omelette’ in the same way you’d think of a ‘Spanish omelette’, you’d not be too wide of the mark. Read more…

Brussels Sprouts: The only way to cook them.

December 8, 2009 1 comment

Brussels Sprouts still on the stem, yesterday. Err Sunday.

Christmas is coming, a fact that may have escaped your attention. And with Christmas comes a load of traditional dishes, one of which is roast turkey served with all sorts of delicious things. And Brussels Sprouts. Read more…

Slow-Braised Chuck in Red Wine

December 8, 2009 Leave a comment
Chuck dish being served

Braised chuck, mash, steamed veg all bathed in the rich red wine cooking sauce

Oh woe is me. Forgive me splendid followers of this blog, all four of you, for I did not write an article yesterday. I was entertaining a rather rude set of headaches that occasionally come to treat me with disdain, disrespect and other words beginning with “dis”. Not an adequate excuse really, especially considering that they ceased moments before my client, the lovely shoe lady and her colleague arrived burdened with, you guessed it, shoes for me to photograph. For the ladies, these are truly fine shoes and I urge you to give up your plans of Christmas generosity (you’ll only buy him something he didn’t want anyway) and treat yourself. Gentlemen, unless you like embroidered wedges or little bejewelled flip-flops, then you’ll be disappointed. Buy some for your beloved. Read more…

A very impotent dish with prawns and pasta in a salsa sauce

December 4, 2009 4 comments
Prawns with pasta and a salsa sauce

Dead simple, quick to cook and delicious. Supposed to be garnished with basil leaves and Parmesan. Didn't have any. Sorry.

No, that’s not a misspelled word in the headline.

Several years back when I was still in Zimbabwe, I was attending a launch do in Bulawayo for a merchant bank client of mine. All the great (?) and the good  (?) were there. The place was crawling with bodyguards, government ministers, permanent secretaries and businessmen thieving bastards and their vile, grabbing wives who all, regardless of the obscenity of their wealth ill-gotten gains, busily stuffed their very expensive designer handbags with canapés, the odd bottle of Fanta (yes, you read it right, Fanta) and whetever else they could lay their claws on. It was quite a sight. Read more…