Due to writer injury, I wasn’t able to get the recipe loaded for this morning. I plan to have it up no later than Saturday, ideally tomorrow.
I’m very sorry for this delay
Mystery Meatloaf and Mashed Rutabaga
Ya know, if you tell someone you don’t know where the meat came from, they won’t touch it with a ten foot lance. If you call it ‘Mystery Meat’, you can get some of the more adventurous ones to try it out.
But if you put it on a loaf…
…why exactly is it that people are so eager to eat things in a loaf? Someone smarter than me explain.
Loafin’ around
Meal of the Week: Baked Mook and Cheese
Oh man. Oh man oh man oh man. This stuff is insane. I’ve made it twice so far and not only is it delicious, but I can’t keep enough stocked at the Keg!
Let me back it up a bit. Remember a while back I talked about my favorite Goblin box food, Mook and Cheese? Well, I was feeling particularly hungry today and Denarys and I were sitting around waxing poetic about food the same way that devilish men wax about pretty ladies. I was telling him about the delicious, steamy, ooey goodness that is mook and cheese and suddenly he gives me this sidelong look and asks why the fel I get my mook from a box.
Confused, I asked him what he meant.
He tells me that his mother (or I guess more accurately, his mother’s paid servants) make it all from scratch. And it is the kind of thing that makes the Naaru sing. Well. At least it makes Pryn make some very happy sounds. So after a lot of rather unbecoming begging and a few days to wait on the couriers, I had my very own recipe of Baked Mook to try.
It is well worth the wait.
Continue reading “Meal of the Week: Baked Mook and Cheese”No Man’s Land
The air was acrid with Blight, burning his nose and irritating his throat. Again his chest hitched as his lungs desperately tried to cough, but he bit down on the side of his hand to suppress it. Tears sprang into his eyes, blurring his vision. He couldn’t afford to make a sound.
Jax had made this trip a dozen times in the period since Tirisfal had become uninhabitable. He’d learned the best way around the Blight Zone, along the outskirts where old farming villages had been abandoned. He’d found the easiest way to get in and get out with another month’s worth of exotic produce and a mild cough. In all the months since the dual tragedy of Teldrassil and Tirisfal, he’d never run into more than the occasional plague-mad beast.
Until today.
Meal of the Week – Silver Hand Pies
In the past year, I’ve come a long way. I’ve gone from being a homeless nobody to basically running a tavern. I’ve become a Knight Adept with the Argent Crusade. I haven’t had to steal for food, and in fact, I’ve found myself in the situation more than once with too much food and no way to store it.
That’s why I love this week’s recipe. It combines two of my favorite things – not letting food go to waste, and feeding my fellow Knights. …And the secret third thing being that it’s also a play on words that I’m very proud of. The Silver Hand being an order of paladins that has overlap with the Argents, and of course…
…We’re making hand pies.
Continue reading “Meal of the Week – Silver Hand Pies”
Meal of the Week: Razor Hill Pulled Pork
One of my favorite things to do here in Stormwind is to bring tastes of home to people who have never experienced it. Most of you know I’m originally from Silvermoon, but I spent a lot of time in both Brill and outside of Orgrimmar. And sometimes, man do orcs know how to eat.
On Durotar, one thing that there are plenty of is boar. So pork is a huge stable in Durotar orcish cuisine. When you head a bit south though, you come to Razor Hill, a perfect melting pot of Darkspear Trolls and Orcs. With it, comes a delicious mix of trollish spices and orcish meats that everyone needs to experience at least once.
Mmmm pig…
GUEST! Meal of the Week: Lemon-Lime Stormwind Shrimp
(This recipe is courtesy of my dear friend and brother Seratoph. Thank you for always being there for me)
Hey guys! Seratoph here. If you don’t know me, I’m a Kaldorei druid that’s also been doing a bit of bartending at the Golden Keg for a little while now. My life’s been pretty crazy but it just might be stabilizing soon. Not sure. But for now, I’m living in the woods and letting everything play out. And so far, so mixed. Mostly good though!
I’m filling in for Jax today because he’s been really busy and he is finally getting the rest he deserves. I thought during that time, why not make a little something to add to the menu?
Continue reading “GUEST! Meal of the Week: Lemon-Lime Stormwind Shrimp”
Meal of the Week: Love Sausage
Ah, love is in the air. Or at least that’s what I’ve been told. I’m not exactly an authority on romance lately. What with my girlfriend having more and more trouble staying grounded in reality, the confusion and selfishness of finding someone to fill the void and the realization that now I’m not being fair to two people instead of just one. Or with trying to understand what you’re supposed to do when everyone has an opinion that they insist is the Correct one, but everyone’s opinion is equally Correct and vastly different.
But Love is in the air, and it’s everywhere, from the pink and red heart-shaped pastries and cookies that the bakers lay out with the dawn, to the heart decorations and pink candles that seem to be mandatory for every building to be dolled up with, or the couples holding hands and sneaking kisses and the questions it raises and the prickling fear in your chest what if you’re doing it wrong what if everything is wrong and you’re hurting everyone and maybe you shouldn’t ever have come to Stormwind in the first place.
But we’re not going to think about that.
Tonight we’re going to think about Love!
For just one day
Meal of the Week: Dalaran Rolls
I don’t have a lot of pleasant memories from growing up, but there’s one that always stands out to me. On occasion, when I was little, my father would take me with him to some of his treks into Dalaran. I remember the smell of old tomes, the crackle of arcane in the air, and how important everyone looked and felt. Acting as my father’s apprentice, I felt important too.
We would always lunch in the Purple Parlor, and while my father would always get something more exotic, like bovine steak or seared scallops with a nice wine of the appropriate color, I always wanted the same thing.
I always wanted Dalaran rolls.
Weeeell…
Feed the Horde 