Shut Yo’ Mouth – Stuff I Wrote This Week – December 23rd, 2011
December 23rd 2011 - Posted in Food, other writing, toronto
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Sheryl Kirby
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Death by Turkey
December 19th 2011 - Posted in celebrity chefs, Food, holidays, in the news, people are silly
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I am spending this week watching holiday specials. Not the cartoons and tired old movies of yore (Come on admit it, It’s a Wonderful Life is three hours of tedious, sentimental schlock.), but holiday food and cooking shows, specifically of the UK variety.
As it turns out, holiday cooking shows are the big thing for UK chefs, and anyone with an existing series, or a cookbook, or a well-known restaurant, is there on the screen, setting fire to booze-soaked puds and making the holiday hassle look easy. But because there are so many shows, so many chefs competing for viewers’ attention, they’ve all got to do something different, to jazz up the traditional Christmas dinner in some way to make it unique.
Stuart Heritage of the Guardian sees the mass of holiday cooking shows as a as testament to gluttony in the “so… much… foooooood” vein. Because, he claims, it’s all about the watching and not about the cooking. But isn’t that really the saddest part? By which I mean, I bet that your Christmas dinner this year will be exactly like the Christmas dinner you had last year, and the year before that, and the year before that… there will be no trying of new dishes from Jamie or Nigella or Gordon. It’s fun to watch, sure, but hey, don’t fuck with Christmas dinner.
Shut Yo’ Mouth – Stuff I Wrote This Week – December 17th, 2011
December 17th 2011 - Posted in Food, other writing, toronto
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Lucky Dip – Wednesday, December 14th, 2011
December 14th 2011 - Posted in Food, lucky dip
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Some of us need a good stuff drink or two to get through the holidays, but for others, the drinking is the cause of many woes. [National Post: The Appetizer]
What chefs think about reviews of their restaurants and why “online reviewers” who hint around for free stuff and throw tantrums when they’re not treated like celebrities are skeezy dirtbags. Seriously. Whether you’re a blogger or on Yelp, don’t be that asshole who threatens a poor review unless you get freebies. [Eater]
Hands up – who actually likes candy canes? [Bon Appetit]
Awww…Mr. Biggelsworth is too much of a charmer to be your Christmas dinner. But you can have one of his tasty rare breed spawn for a good chunk of change. [Toronto Star]
Lucky Dip – Tuesday, December 13th, 2011
December 13th 2011 - Posted in Food, lucky dip
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Even at Christmas, friends, it is unwise to accept drinks from strangers, as these visitors to a Berlin Christmas market discovered last week. [Spiegel Online]
Nutty as a fruitcake. The folks at Fabarnak are selling fruitcakes. All you haters shut up, these ones are supposed to rock. [NOW]
In the olden days, we wrote recipes on these paper cards… Don’t toss Grandma’s recipe cards just yet. You might have transferred everything to an electronic device but retro nostalgia means those stained bits of cardboard will be worth some cash some day. [Slate]
Just pop the Lactaid, buddy. You cannot increase or decrease your body’s tolerance for lactose. [Globe and Mail]
Lucky Dip – Monday, December 12th, 2011
December 12th 2011 - Posted in Food, lucky dip
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Rob Ford looks only to the here and now, and fails to look at the long-term viability of city programs set to be chopped. Such as the school nutrition programs that keep violence down, test scores up and that help to create responsible citizens who have jobs and pay taxes. [The Grid]
Dear Nigella, enough already. It’s just food. And the rest of us are laughing at you in the same way we laugh at people who buy cheap see-through lingerie. [Guardian]
Okay, so we all know we’re not supposed to eat raw cookie dough. But who knew that it might be the flour carrying the e.coli? Crazy! [NPR]
If you’re still suffering Bright Pearl withdrawal symptoms (I know I am), Dim Sum King Seafood Restaurant might fill the void. [Toronto Life: The Dish]
Shut Yo’ Mouth – Stuff I Wrote This Week – December 10th, 2011
December 10th 2011 - Posted in Food, other writing, toronto
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Shut Yo’ Mouth – Stuff I Wrote This Week – December 3rd, 2011
December 3rd 2011 - Posted in Food, other writing, toronto
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Smörgåsbord – Tutti Matti, Debu, The Four Seasons
December 2nd 2011 - Posted in Food, smorgasbord, toronto
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Look, more Smörgåsbord! A few weeks back, we headed up to Mount Pleasant to do some shopping. Our mission was Ontario buckwheat flour from Culinarium, but we stopped at Debu’s for their awesome 3-course prix fixe lunch. This is a chickpea fritter with a mango salad that was offered as an appetizer.
Some Day My Prince Will (Probably Not) Come
December 1st 2011 - Posted in Life, music, The World at Large, toronto
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If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you know that I got tickets to see Prince on Saturday night, totally spur of the moment, outstanding 8th row seats with an amazing view, regularly $200, available day of for $67. Apparently this happens a lot with big shows, where a block of tickets is reserved for guests or promos and isn’t used, so the seats are sold off cheap. This would be good to know for future shows, except that I am fairly certain that I won’t be going to another stadium show any time soon.
Let me remind you, dear readers, of some facts. Sheryl = agoraphobic. Also, misanthropic curmudgeon. I don’t deal with other people very well, and particularly not in large groups. I work from home so as to avoid crowded buses, etc, etc. So with the exception of one very foolish decision to attend Lollapalooza in 1990, I haven’t been to a stadium rock concert since 1987. Literally. The Cult at the Halifax Metro Centre. And I was so stoned that my girl Sharon and I, in an attempt to get to the front of the stage, crawled on our bellies, military-style, under four rows of seats. So there’s not even a real point of comparison.
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