Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..

Dave leaned closer, narrowed his eyes and delivered his long held and fiercely defended mantra……….. “You can’t learn from a fucking book………..you can only ‘know stuff’………without tactile experience you’re just taking information on board. Take Karate for example, I bought the book ‘Karate – Kill people with a Single Punch’ and all I learned how to… Read More Pork Stroganoff …….. my tricky Russian phase..

The perfect Spatchcocked, Oven-BBQ’d Chicken

Circa 1995. 6am. April. North coast. Stress levels – defcon 5. The Season is just starting…………. It takes exactly 27 minutes for the Kitchen to warm up if I crank on all 12 oven burners now,  that’s enough time. I need to change, smoke, get caffeinated, smoke, run the order list, oversee deliveries and start prep…and… Read More The perfect Spatchcocked, Oven-BBQ’d Chicken

The 5 hour Pork Shoulder & The Girl from Ipanema’s arse……(go figure)

    “They will be ready…..when they are ready…..com-pree-hendo”? the faux Mexican accent was abit weird…. Chef balled her fist and playfully sunk it knuckles first into my sternum, her play-fighting was most men’s street brawling. That fucking hurt but my 21-year-old ego fueled by plentiful and erratic hormones refused to show the pain of… Read More The 5 hour Pork Shoulder & The Girl from Ipanema’s arse……(go figure)