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Abbreviated Edible Fellowship: Turkish Delight From The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe

Posted on June 10th, 2011

Who didn’t read the C.S.Lewis classic late at night by the reedy glow of a nightlight and drool, wondering how to get one’s hands on some Turkish Delight? Never mind the burning question: What WAS it? Delight as an adult in this centuries’ old sweetmeat at long last, at any time of the day you choose. Eating whilst inside of a wardrobe strictly optional. As is waiting for Mr. Tumnus. (recipe care of Saad Fayed) Prep Time: 15 minutes Cook Time: 1 hour, 10 minutes Total Time: 1 hour, 25 minutes Ingredients: 4 cups granulated sugar 1 1/4 cups cornstarch 1 teaspoon cream of tartar 4 1/4 cups water 1 tablespoon lemon juice 1 1/2 tablespoons rosewater 1 cup confectioners sugar Vegetable oil or…

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June Bug Lust: Adventures of a Gastronomically-Inclined Field Botanist

Posted on June 8th, 2011

What a week. I got a sunburn that may warrant a trip to the dermatologist’s office, leaving me with cracking and peeling on my ears, and shoulders that feel like they spent a fortnight moving refrigerators. Monday was mostly a travel day, but offered a couple of charming joints. Johnson’s Drive-In in Acampo sported a somewhat limited menu (that magically included an ostrich burger that’s to die for). A take-no-guff old broad took our orders, and we paid cash and had to futz around a bit with getting our receipts straight for our expense reports. The burgers came after the ten minute wait that was spent making eyes with the handful of grass farmers who came in for a visit and a shake. My…

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Ask Rennie Vol. 6: Secret Gardens

Posted on June 8th, 2011

Dear Rennie,

I’ve never been particularly adept with the ladies, but, I’ve heard that food can work to disguise one’s own shortcomings in the woo department, if done properly. I’ve figured out how to break into the private garden of that flat up the road, I’ve got a laundry hamper on stand-by as a picnic basket, and it’s supposed to be a fine evening tomorrow night. What do I bring for food? It has to be able to be packed swiftly, should we have to leave, uh, abruptly. I need your guidance! And possibly a blanket, if you have one I could borrow–my mate claims that this Star Wars bedsheet is ‘tacky’.

Sincerely yours,

Notting Hill Old Boy

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Early Morning. Big Sur.

Posted on June 3rd, 2011

Big Sur is where I’d go mad, if that was how it had to be. Big Sur is almost like a madness, in and of itself. These were the two things that I was thinking, listening to the boom of the surf through a hole in a wall of rock, surrounded by the arthritic gnarls of a wind-bent evergreen, cold sand between my toes, the sense that I was being watched by something somewhere putting little cold hands between my shoulder blades as I sat on a sea-thigh of driftwood. Fog and spice. Sea-sharpness and deep green breath. Full-bladdered tangles of kelp, spelling things out in the sand in a language only for the natives to know and understand. Big Sur, I thought, was…

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