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Sweetbreads with puff pastry and Brussels and broccoli micro greens #foodie #cooks #offal #cook #French #sanantonio #chef #food

Sweetbreads with puff pastry and Brussels and broccoli micro greens #foodie #cooks #offal #cook #French #sanantonio #chef #food

“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato

“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination - but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato

thecocinerossa:

Forget the boardroom.
 This is where the power is.
 This kitchen
 filled with clutter and spice,
 swirling and dodging,
 collecting our lives.

 It is here that we make
 Big Decisions,
 where Peace is restored
 Hunger solved
 Souls replenished.
 Here, we make mistakes,
 red-button catastrophes and, then,
 apologize and hold one another
 hoping to be forgiven, to forgive,
 never really knowing.
Join us for a French dinner on the 28th, 6 courses for $60.

Come join us

thecocinerossa:

Forget the boardroom.
This is where the power is.
This kitchen
filled with clutter and spice,
swirling and dodging,
collecting our lives.

It is here that we make
Big Decisions,
where Peace is restored
Hunger solved
Souls replenished.
Here, we make mistakes,
red-button catastrophes and, then,
apologize and hold one another
hoping to be forgiven, to forgive,
never really knowing.
Join us for a French dinner on the 28th, 6 courses for $60.

Come join us

Forget the boardroom.
 This is where the power is.
 This kitchen
 filled with clutter and spice,
 swirling and dodging,
 collecting our lives.

 It is here that we make
 Big Decisions,
 where Peace is restored
 Hunger solved
 Souls replenished.
 Here, we make mistakes,
 red-button catastrophes and, then,
 apologize and hold one another
 hoping to be forgiven, to forgive,
 never really knowing.
Join us for a French dinner on the 28th, 6 courses for $60.

Forget the boardroom.
This is where the power is.
This kitchen
filled with clutter and spice,
swirling and dodging,
collecting our lives.

It is here that we make
Big Decisions,
where Peace is restored
Hunger solved
Souls replenished.
Here, we make mistakes,
red-button catastrophes and, then,
apologize and hold one another
hoping to be forgiven, to forgive,
never really knowing.
Join us for a French dinner on the 28th, 6 courses for $60.

Come join us for our French dinner on September 28th, 6 course meal for $60.

Come join us for our French dinner on September 28th, 6 course meal for $60.

Segun Kanyinsola Oluwa, Nigeria
Poem BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD

The strongest link in the world,
Is that of brotherhood,
An oath so powerful,
Nothing can break,
The sacred oath,
Link by blood is not enough,
Love, honesty and trust is what it entails.

It’s like most phenominas, 
Of our time, 
Comes with its ups and downs,
Its twist and turns,
Those trivial moments,
Are what makes the oath stronger,

A brother is not just your friend,
He is the one you share your,
Deepest secrets with,
The one who can read you, 
In and out,
The one who you,
Can never lie to.

The one who stands by you,
Through thick and thin,
A friend not only in need, 
But a friend indeed,
No one’s else comes close,
Than your brother,
He loves you as you love him,
So says the law,
That binds you to him,
As him to you, 
The law of brotherhood.

Segun Kanyinsola Oluwa, Nigeria

Poem BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD

The strongest link in the world,
Is that of brotherhood,
An oath so powerful,
Nothing can break,
The sacred oath,
Link by blood is not enough,
Love, honesty and trust is what it entails.

It’s like most phenominas,
Of our time,
Comes with its ups and downs,
Its twist and turns,
Those trivial moments,
Are what makes the oath stronger,

A brother is not just your friend,
He is the one you share your,
Deepest secrets with,
The one who can read you,
In and out,
The one who you,
Can never lie to.

The one who stands by you,
Through thick and thin,
A friend not only in need,
But a friend indeed,
No one’s else comes close,
Than your brother,
He loves you as you love him,
So says the law,
That binds you to him,
As him to you,
The law of brotherhood.

My favourite vegetable, without a doubt, 
Is the humble, but holy, Brussels sprout. 
I cook them until they’re really soft; 
Around my house, their aroma wafts. 

I eat them with curries and with pies; 
I eat them with burgers and with fries. 
With many a dish, they go really well, 
But, once digested, they produce an odd smell. 

Their tangy taste, I so love to savour: 
To any meal, they add real flavour. 
I simply adore their wonderful taste - 
Once on my plate, they won’t go to waste. 

Some think it quite weird that I am so keen 
On these marvellous morsels, small and green. 
I can eat Brussels sprouts by the bunch - 
Even in a sandwich for my lunch. 

Despite their dreadful reputation, 
With Brussels, I have a fascination. 
They’re a vegetable which people love or hate: 
They’re slated by some, but we are best mates. 

I eat Brussels sprouts every day - 
I don’t care what other folk say. 
I just couldn’t imagine my life without 
The humble, but holy, Brussels sprout.
Angela Wybrow

My favourite vegetable, without a doubt,
Is the humble, but holy, Brussels sprout.
I cook them until they’re really soft;
Around my house, their aroma wafts.

I eat them with curries and with pies;
I eat them with burgers and with fries.
With many a dish, they go really well,
But, once digested, they produce an odd smell.

Their tangy taste, I so love to savour:
To any meal, they add real flavour.
I simply adore their wonderful taste -
Once on my plate, they won’t go to waste.

Some think it quite weird that I am so keen
On these marvellous morsels, small and green.
I can eat Brussels sprouts by the bunch -
Even in a sandwich for my lunch.

Despite their dreadful reputation,
With Brussels, I have a fascination.
They’re a vegetable which people love or hate:
They’re slated by some, but we are best mates.

I eat Brussels sprouts every day -
I don’t care what other folk say.
I just couldn’t imagine my life without
The humble, but holy, Brussels sprout.
Angela Wybrow

Edward Lee finds the act of tagging is similar to creating a signature dish, sending it out again and again with subtle changes each time.