Jennifer “The Fox” Fox now has a camera again. This means that very, very soon we shall be up and posting again.
Dear Readers, be prepared.
Dear Eaters, be hungry.
Dear Haters, fuck y’all, y’all don’t know ‘bout me. I don’t front, yeah, I DON’T FRONT. It’s not how I was grown. Motherfuckers.
I know (hehe) that I have not posted in ages, however there is a brisket on its last stages of corned beef. Tomorrow we feast before a Res Nova meeting (The most famous magazine you’ve never heard of) and a honest to God post shall follow. Keep with me if you want to know how to brine brisket on a budget and always announce with alliteration.
Sorry I haven’t posted in a while, my totally imagined reader base, but I have been working far more than I have been cooking. The hours between have been filled with Zumbach’s gourmet coffee and indecency, public and private.
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Emily Vermeule, Aspects of Death in Early Greek Art and Poetry, 197-198.
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A 12-year-old girl welder for the Australian Air Force in 1943.
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clarabeau asked: A pork. The most wonderful of porks. I am watching season 2 of Rome in unrelated information, and I don't know if anything can please me like this pleases me.
Also, my brother, do you mind deleting the thing on Facebook that says you reblogged me? I don't really want Frat knowing about my Tumblr, as there are things there which shame me. He probably already clicked and saw my drunken shame. Oh, the misery.
Imma gonna cooka sucklin’ pig in a month. You should come to where the earth is green and have some.
ἦ φίλος ἁνήρ, ἦ φίλος ὄχθος
βαλήν, ἀρχαῖος βαλην, ἰθι ἱκοῦ
βάσκε, πάτερ ἄκακε Δαριαν, οἰ.Beloved man, beloved tomb.
Ancient king, ancient king, come here.
Come here quickly, father Darius.-Excerpts from The Persians, Aeschylus (647, 657, 663).
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At least 6 birds died to make this meal. 6 seperate birds with different lives. Murdered for my cooking hobby and my friends gastronomical delight. I say this to you, pussies, mourn only the uneaten dead. Grok me?
poachingencouraged asked: A joint venture in flesh? Not sure that’s right, either… At any rate, your squirrel has been packed in dry ice and over-nighted to you.
In all seriousness, this could be a fun project. What sort of game did you have in mind? Something as large as a deer? Did you have some sort of fowl in mind? Duck? Pheasant?
I’ve been known to cook some damn fine duck in my time. Really any fowl will do. I wouldn’t know what to do with deer though other than butcher it and make some fuckin’ steaks. Maybe use the back strap for something more fancy. My mind is racing right now. Are the cuts similar to other large mammals. CAN I ROAST A WHOLE LEG? How are deer, fat wise, to say, uh, lamb? Rack of venison.
Either way, what I want to do more than anything else is kill and eat one of them feral pigs that are running around the south and midwest.
Gentle readers, the final days are here. We bask in ritalin dependency and we grasp desperately to the few hours of sleep we steal away, but once through the crucible, I will cook one final meal. It will be a juggernaut and it shall sweep away the forests and throw down the mountains.
I have been given a carte blanche by a good friends mother to prepare a meal, the likes of which are seen only in the dreams of the desperate and the brave. Look upon my works Ye Mighty and Despair.
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