Recipes and food adventures with Adam Roberts
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Impulsive Late Night Biscuit Ecstasy
Say what you will about me—call me bitter, call me mean, call me sometime, won’t you?—there’s one thing you can’t say: that I’m not impulsive.Take these biscuits for example.I had absolutely no reason to make them. I have bran muffins from the other night, remember? And I’m studying for the bar, remember? But I got…
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Adam Potter and the Pickles of Azkaban (Plus a Tiny Spell of Family History)
There comes a point in every young man’s life where he must make a decision. For Harry Potter these decisions are frequently epic: how might I pursue the man who killed my parents? How can I learn the secrets of my past? Potter’s decisions, however, pale next to the heart-wretching decision I had to make…
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A Cobbler Recipe for Cobbler People: Cherry and Apricot Cobbler
In this world there are pie people, tart people, and cobbler people.Pie people, bless their souls, say things like “bless their souls.” They wear aprons and buy toilet paper at Sam’s club.Tart people are a little edgier, but not much. Their hair is cropped and they wear wire-rimmed glasses. They don’t favor Yanni, but they…
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You Will (Maybe) Make This Strawberry-Rhubarb Cobbler
If there was no Lauren there’d be no Maybe.She felt that the rhubarb was too prominent, that the fruit wasn’t cooked enough. But tell me this doesn’t look delicious:Here’s a good tip for all you aspiring gourmets out there: when you’re at the supermarket, pay attention to what’s in the produce section. Recently at Whole…
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Charitable Chicken Soup for My Roommate’s Soul
Poor Lauren. She has a cold. When Lauren gets colds they last for two weeks, minimum. And since I have been basking in my good health all weekend (excluding explicit epilogues), last night I called her cell phone on her way back from the airport and said: “Would you like me to make you chicken…
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Cobbler Sex City
Nothing says sex like apple cobbler. The bubbling sticky apple juices; the savory, buttery cobbler topping. Sometimes, when I’m feeling lonely, I break out a bottle of wine, turn up the Barry Manilow and bake myself an apple cobbler. I pour it over my head like Jennifer Beals in Flashdance and scream in agony. Apple…
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A Mediocre Tropical Smoothie from The Barefoot Contessa
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I have a love/hate relationship with The Barefoot Contessa.On the one hand, her recipes are wonderful. Of all my cookbooks, hers produce the best and most consistent results: a terrific roast chicken, a great recipe called Pasta, Pesto, Peas that is as heavy on the flavor as it is the alliteration. Her desserts are buttery…
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