…I brought Garam masala to a knife fight and won. After last weekend’s tempura-palooza, I had to find a way to kill the essence of fried shrimp that greeted me in every room of my house. It was almost manageable for a day, but by mid-week we still reeked of canola oil and regret. AndContinue reading “fight fire with fire…”
Author Archives: B. Armstrong Creative
curiosity and chemistry…
…fusing my umami faves. I have a history of being both a meticulous rule follower and a bit of a live-wire Aquarian. I like to call myself a complicated optimist and a lazy perfectionist, so I’m basically a swirl of apparent contradictions. Admittedly, that’s not really so special, but it took me decades to figureContinue reading “curiosity and chemistry…”
I got a wok…
…a real one, because it was time to get serious. I am not a musical snob and as such I will shamelessly cook/dance/sing to even the most cheesy ‘70s songs from my youth. Okay, I actually am a raging snob, but with a soft spot for the music I loved when I was growing up.Continue reading “I got a wok…”
the traditional route…
…holiday photos and musings. Early December… Soon after Thanksgiving I was fixin’ to get ready, as they say down here. I made my annual Egg Nog from a boozy 1920s recipe created by expats living in Shanghai, known as Shanghailanders. It’s so lethal it technically does not require refrigeration and becomes outrageously smooth after aContinue reading “the traditional route…”
switch up your cheese game!
Camembert for Mozzarella…what could go wrong? Hint: not a damn thing. Found a beautiful, shiny, ripe eggplant at the market this week and was determined to make Ina Garten’s Baked Eggplant Parmesan. But necessity (read: expiration date) called baked Spaghetti Squash to the front of the cue, so I used up all my fresh mozzarella.Continue reading “switch up your cheese game!”
oh, harissa…
…you stained my favorite white shirt, but I love you anyway. I’m a little reckless in the kitchen – I sling hash, I toss salad, I dash far too liberally and I never, ever fail to miss the trash can. I can be standing right there, RIGHT THERE, and still miss. Anyway, out of sheerContinue reading “oh, harissa…”
yes, my boys will eat tofu…
…especially if it’s just a wee bit fried. I cooked, served and devoured a lot of meat in 2021. Red meat, white meat, the other white meat and all things piscine. My pandemic food porn page confesses it all – there was neither moderation nor discretion in this girl’s kitchen. And I regret nothing. ThatContinue reading “yes, my boys will eat tofu…”
what on Earth possessed me?
…how it started The running joke in our house was always my wildly self-deprecating assessment of my checkered career (snort) path. After college I just never seemed to find my groove, having been too lazy to pursue graduate school and too stubborn to run back home to Savannah. I bounced around from the New YorkContinue reading “what on Earth possessed me?”
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