Is the FoodBeest, like the unicorn, a mythical animal?
The new baby takes her first breath. She opens her eyes and tries to focus on her new world. And then she latches on.
Food is instinctive. It is sustaining. It is nurturing. It is life. It is love. It is a gift that we give one another and ourselves. It is of the earth. The preparation of that food is a self-expression. It is the only art form that utilizes all five senses.
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Nothing compares to Tuscany. It has a particular light and a particular calm that we have not seen anywhere else. If there is a heaven, Fellow FoodBeest, this would be exactly what we will find there.
A Taste of Italy: Design; Good Food/Bad Food; Rules for Finding Restaurants; Neopolitan Pizza; Workability
It had been a terrible, horrible, awful, no-good, very bad day in Sicily, when we were reminded of the magic that good simple food and good company can make.
“Wouldn’t it be great to spend a few months in Italy?” I said. “Set up housekeeping. Find out what’s it’s like there.”
“What would we do there,” asked Mr. FB. “You could cook. What would I do?”
No wonder people don’t like to cook. If you don’t have the right tools, it’s not only hard, but the result is disappointing. May as well order a pizza. You simply can’t recreate the result you want.
Well, until this week my answer wouldn’t have been “more shoes than I can wear” or “three gallon-sized serving bowls (two white; one glass)” or “60-some containers of herbs and spices.” Now I’m not so sure.
We are “downsizing,” Fellow FoodBeest. Moving into a space about half the size we are used to and purging tons of goodies that can’t come with us. Oy.
The Little Goat Sunday Family Supper exceeded all of our expectations, providing an embarrassing abundance of extraordinarily good food. You could say it was a foodie paradise. Certainly a food bloggers dream
I love that ramen noodle stuff that comes in the plastic wrapper – you know the one. It’s a flat, dried noodle patty and a little sodium bomb packet that you mix with hot water for a super-cheap, super-fast, super comforting lunch or dinner. But this: this is the real deal.
I’m kind of a hit-and-run sweets eater, Fellow FoodBeest. I don’t make or eat cake very often. Too sweet. Too much of a commitment to actually sit down with plate and a fork. So this olive oil orange cake was a bit of a revelation to me.