(photo shamelessly lifted from Austin Bush's blog, Real Thai. There's more where this one came from!The Book I'm Not (Re)Reading: Joan Scott's Feminism and History
Saturday, September 22, 2007
And I thought *my* baking was strange sometimes....
I usually avoid baking. I find it much less satisfying to have to measure ingredients than to feck a bunch of random items into a pot--which is perhaps why I love cooking soup so much. Nonetheless, I'm a pretty big fan of goods others have baked, as John can attest! Not these, though, over at the Real Thai blog....
(photo shamelessly lifted from Austin Bush's blog, Real Thai. There's more where this one came from!
The Book I'm Not (Re)Reading: Joan Scott's Feminism and History
(photo shamelessly lifted from Austin Bush's blog, Real Thai. There's more where this one came from!The Book I'm Not (Re)Reading: Joan Scott's Feminism and History
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Oooooh. Crab pizza danish. Oooooooh. It's so horrible and fascinating.
Yes--I wanted to put that one up, but the picture wasn't quite vile enough. The thing is, if I could still eat hot dogs I'd probably buy one. Not so much the crab pizza danish, though....
It would be popular in Tulla, I think.
That hot dog thing is no more vile than the American 'pig in a blanket', which my mother used to pull a bunch of mini versions of out of the freezer to microwave along with other equally-bad hors d'oeuvre (I'll have to check with Philippe to find out how to pluralize that) for family occasions. Sometimes I wonder where it was that I got whatever culinary talent I have. However, I've never doubted where I got my urge to cook. It was to avoid having to re-live the foods of my childhood. Nothing more, nothing less.
Post a Comment