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words to live (and cook, and work) by
May. 21st, 2005 12:48 pm"I do not believe in 'cooking wine.' There is no cooking wine, there is only wine. If you cannot drink it, you should not cook with it."
Amen.
And the apartment fills with the lovely smell of brisket with garlic and red wine. Yummmm.
Brisket is the working writer's friend. You toss the meat, some wine, some onions and garlic and bay leaves into a pot, cover it, and shove it in the oven at about 300 degrees. If you get so caught up in what you're working on? Well, another hour or so of simmering never hurt any brisket, non.
(and if the jr siamese does not stop trying to sleep on the lapdesk while I'm using it, he's going to be the next thing simmering in a pot...)
Brisket update -- 3pm. Damn, thassome good brisket.
Amen.
And the apartment fills with the lovely smell of brisket with garlic and red wine. Yummmm.
Brisket is the working writer's friend. You toss the meat, some wine, some onions and garlic and bay leaves into a pot, cover it, and shove it in the oven at about 300 degrees. If you get so caught up in what you're working on? Well, another hour or so of simmering never hurt any brisket, non.
(and if the jr siamese does not stop trying to sleep on the lapdesk while I'm using it, he's going to be the next thing simmering in a pot...)
Brisket update -- 3pm. Damn, thassome good brisket.
