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Home » March 2005
Thursday, March 31, 2005
The Podchef's Gastrocast #2

 A fresh, and much improved cooking show is available next door------->

posted by: ChefNeal at March 31, 2005 07:28 | link | comments |
photos, life, cooking, audio, podcasting, podchef, gastrocast

I've got to stop looking

 My web stats are compulsively interesting. They tell me things about the human condition I never thought I'd care about. And they tell me who cares.

Garden project --a natural. I try to cultivate refined link searches like this.
Billingsgate Fish Market -- this search from Japan must have been due to some mention about going there over a year ago. All the fish photos came from Bourough Market in London.
tea shop, upscale --We drink coffee here, but I do enjoy a nice cup of tea and know much about proper tea service (see, now here is where I could be of help--an internet curmudgeon answering queries all day; if only people would comment, "what do you know about tea. . . ."). I am also oft to be found making crumpets or scones of a Sunday afternoon. If you drop in unexpectedly, you'd be taken care of.

And finally: inmylife blog -- exactly what I said above. Glad to do a favor. Grand Central Station this blog is. But there ya go. Glad they could search and find you by hook or curmudgeon.

posted by: ChefNeal at March 31, 2005 07:16 | link | comments |
life

Wednesday, March 30, 2005
All Tied Up

 Again,
I am sorry for the poor soul who is so desparate that they have searched here AGAIN. If your tubes are tied, and you are preggers--I didn't do it! There's a strong chance that whom ever you think DID it, didn't either. However, I MUST say this, purely in the sense of Community Service and in all sincerety--if you think you are pregnant and you've had your tubes tied you need help--go to a DOCTOR: DO NOT Search the INTERNET with MSN!  And If you are looking for medical advice I'd recommend, based on an ex-sister-in-law (who's story somewhere in this blog must be the reason for this)--I'd recommend a THERAPIST first. Because either you do have a tubular pregnency, or what ever they call it and you will need emotional support with the dangerous consequenced of THAT, or you are CRAZY and you will need help talking you out of your psychotic religious DAZE where in you think you have been blessed by carrying the TWIN sons of GOD.

I am truely sorry I cannot offer you, MSN, or the general public any further insight into this fascinating problem of yours.  Do check in again and let us know how you are.

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posted by: ChefNeal at March 30, 2005 07:58 | link | comments |
life

Tuesday, March 29, 2005
Taking the hits

 It is comforting to know that this blog has something for everybody--two of this morning's search hits which lead to visits:

profit ratio pizza
pregnant after tubes tied

Please, leave your comments, and I will try my best to help answer these and any other of life's difficulties.

posted by: ChefNeal at March 29, 2005 07:45 | link | comments (3) |
life

Not Hansel or Gretel. . . .

Roasting Turkey 

posted by: ChefNeal at March 29, 2005 07:20 | link | comments (2) |
photos, cooking

Monday, March 28, 2005
The weekend view

 I hope everyone had a great Easter weekend.

Everything here was fairly tame.  It was a busy. Saturday proved to be a bit of a disaster. We woke up early to the sound of a gale outside our house. The wind was driving the rain so hard, that it was being forced under our 2nd story bedroom exterior door--it lets out onto a deck--and running under the carpet and draining through the kitchen ceiling. A very rude awakening as I headed for coffee.  When I went to the storage shed to grab some tools to tack up boards to prevent the wind driven rain from attacking with as much force, I found the rolled roofing on the shed had blown off and everything in the shed was saturated. Cardboard boxes were mush and all the buckets, cans and solid-bottomed containers were filled with water. I began a good spring cleaning to try and save the most valuable stuff, but it was like standing under a sieve all day.  When I came inside after lunch, the job barely begun, I was presented with the in-house chaos. Bread baking, egg dying, chocolate making, noise and panic. Hunger or no, I tried to turn back and head outside, but I was drafted as egg coloring team leader.  Never did make it back outside.  We crashed at 11pm after arranging the candy, baskets, and Easter Scenery on the kitchen table.

Sunday dawned as rainy as Saturday. We hid the eggs in our cramped house. At 7am 5 wired girls flew through the house grabbing eggs in tear-filled bravado. The Counter--the middle child--kept score of everyone's egg gathering. Of course she came up light.
It has rained pretty much solid since then. I cooked the turkey in the Wood Oven in the rain. It was frozen in the center when I recieved it and took much longer than I was hoping. Still, it was smoke/roasted in about 2 hours--and it was a huge bird.
Dinner with all the relations actually went off without a hitch, but then fate has weeded out most of the crazy people this year. Instead of local craziness, I had mine deliverd over the phone in a parental call.  Seems my drug riddled oldest brother's youngest drug-riddled offspring is perminently crazy and in the full-time care of his aged Grandparents. Not exactly the thing Hyacinth Bouquet (my mother) can stand. At least they are there and I am here. Buffered by 6000 miles and another 20 miles of water. No man is an island, but he can certianly hide from a childhood of psychological trauma on one. . . .

The wife headed out, full of dread this morning, to tackle her new position of power. Good luck to her! The $2 an hour raise is reason enough to choke down the bile and head-forth. I don't envy her trying to tame a group of childish timewasters into the efficient, professional technicians they're supposed to be. I am prepairing myself for a further week of job application rejection, but at least I don't have to feel quite so desparate.

posted by: ChefNeal at March 28, 2005 08:49 | link | comments (3) |
life, home

Friday, March 25, 2005
Friday, Good. . .

 St. Peter's Fish for those of you of that persuasion:

john dory

posted by: ChefNeal at March 25, 2005 07:30 | link | comments |
photos

Thursday, March 24, 2005
BeZee

 Things have hotted up here at the moment. Not only has it been beyond fantastic weather, but an old friend we don't get to see near enough of is swooping in for a quick visit today. I have managed to work out in the garden most of the week, but have not accomplished anything too showy. The gate is finally on its way.

Getting my podcast up and running is taking a more time than I should be spending on such a thing, but once the groundwork is layed it should go smoother.

Read more...

posted by: ChefNeal at March 24, 2005 08:20 | link | comments |
work, life, home, podcasting

Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Move over. . . .

Bedtime tales.  Make way for the PodChef.

I am happy to announce the launch, tenuous though it may be, of my new cooking show/podcast. I am hoping it will grow into something much bigger and better than it is at the moment, but I had to begin somewhere. Listener input is required. So check out the show, link up to the RSS feed and enjoy this show and hopefully, the ones to follow.

posted by: ChefNeal at March 23, 2005 06:52 | link | comments |
life, audio, podcasting

Tuesday, March 22, 2005
A bedtime tale

 Audio mp3

posted by: ChefNeal at March 22, 2005 16:50 | link | comments |
audio, podcasting