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The Taste Awards – Kafka would have had a feast…
Hell with it. I’m going to let go, gorge, indulge myself, over-do it, envelop inside and out with this voluptuous feeling of a total surrender to food. I am going to enjoy every molecule of it, slowly...
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Pork fetish
I love a pig. In fact, I worship a pig (isn’t it in Philippines that Pig is in fact one of the deities?). Pork is the reason I could never become a vegetarian (despite all the ethical reasons I tell...
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Cooking with hay.
Hay was used extensively by Russkis in the olden days – as well as by the English folk in fact. In makes sense after all. Peasants/farmers would have masses of hay around this time of the year and need...
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Breakfasts: on his hands, manta ray and frankfurters.
On Sundays me and him would take a hike to the haunting ruins of St Birgitta monastery. On the outskirts of Tallinn, these 500 years old walls were standing there, unguarded, uncared, welcoming. I...
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Russian Revels: The ‘Manly’ Feast.
Last night we ate hearts, bones, and -with eyes – Argentinian tango beauties. Oh, and chasing with a healthy dose of stereotypes. 23 February is a national ‘men’s day’ in Russia, ie the day of the...
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On sausages in fat, confinment and Haringey markets.
What better lunch can a girl have than a good sausage smeared in a healthy dose of fat. Salame sotto grasso by Picco. My Sunday afternoon was blissful one in allowing me to combine my two longest...
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