I inherited some surplus baking supplies from a pal whose daughter worked on one of those elimination cooking shows. Every time I crack open the jar marked “rice syrup” I wonder how it all went wrong. When did it become entertaining to watch people cook like they were bailing water from a paper lifeboat? What must all that anxiety taste like? Give me an hour of Julia, Martha, the cagily Sinovescent Yan, or even the avuncular but dodgy James Barber anytime over witnessing some idiot sweat into his Saskatoon berry reduction while another bigger idiot rips him a new one. Image: Detail from Stephan Yan, Wok With Yan (1981)
The iconic chef, Graham Kerr, kept me company when I had the chicken pox.
ReplyDeleteLoved how he Bogarted the tasting at the end of the episode then picked some lady out of the audience to share the meal.
DeleteThankfully I watched him in his sherry years, and not during his appalling Moulded Ethnic Vegetable phase.
DeleteIndeed. He found Jesus, and lost his edge.
DeleteGraham Kerr rocked!
DeleteThe only place "Sinovescent" shows up in the whole wide world web is here. Did you just make that up to mean "kind of Chinese"?
ReplyDeleteYeah....my word for a Chinese person with a bubbly personality.
DeleteThe thought of Saskatoon berry reduction led to thoughts of the magnificent saskatoon... http://drinkthenewwine.blogspot.ca/2013/04/saskatoons.html
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