Sunday, August 11, 2002

Update on the RECIPIE CORNER:

Update on the RECIPIE CORNER: Last night we had pasta with anchovies and hazelnuts in a garlic-oil sauce; it was brilliant and filling but you gotta get the good anchovies.  Kel had chocolate banana brownies waiting for me when I got home from Happy Hour on Friday; molten but irresistable.  And HelenJane told me about the maple syrup disaster, in which her precious stock of hand-tapped syrup drained all over the inside of her suitcase and onto the suitcases of her fellow air travellers; she had never marinated a pork chop in syrup (with cayenne or black pepper) before broiling it; serve with mashed boiled yuca (even better if you fry it after it’s been boiled). 

HelenJane had brought beef sticks to happy hour.  Sure.  She called them beefstix but by the way she tore open the package with her tidy incisors, I could see these things would unleash the inner carnivore.  They were as thick as my pinky and taller than my beer, and they glistened and swayed provocatively in the dusky light.  They tasted like campfires, bacon and sweat - a combination that works just fine for me.  After I finished my stick, it started in on me.  Had I not been pummelling it with beer, things could have gotten ugly.