In Season: February

In Season: February

Virgil Evetts Once again we’re in the grip of high summer, that oppressive, impossibly hot and sticky time of year that can drive one to harbour shameful yearnings for the bleak midwinter. Or is that just me?

Summer Entertaining

Summer Entertaining

Virgil Evetts Summer entertaining can be both a joy and curse. The long, languid days and fine weather (recent episodes notwithstanding) are perfect for kicking back on the deck with good friends, great food and fine wine; but perversely it’s … Read more »

Make a list, check it twice ...

Make a list, check it twice …

  Virgil Evetts Although I am loathe to even mention the word before December, Christmas is once again looming on the very near horizon.  Ads for Christmas music CDs will soon reach fever pitch, normally tolerable colleagues will turn up … Read more »

When in Auckland...

When in Auckland…

  Virgil Evetts Anyone with half a brain, or somewhere else to be, would be well advised to avoid Auckland most of the time. Hell, I do, and I live here. Oh, the people are nice enough- despite what those … Read more »

Breaking the breakfast fast

Breaking the breakfast fast

Virgil Evetts My best beloved has spent a lot of time scolding me in recent days for my apparently shoddy daytime eating habits.  Of particular concern is my wanton disregard for breakfast, by far her favourite meal of the day, and yes, … Read more »

The Exploded Chicken

The Exploded Chicken

Virgil Evetts So ubiquitous is the humble chicken among the world’s myriad cuisines that it has become the default point of reference for all other meats. Any unfamiliar flesh is described in terms of how much it tastes like chicken.  I think … Read more »

The Pesto Manifesto

The Pesto Manifesto

Virgil Evetts I’m breaking with convention this week.  No more seasonality.  Enough already.  I know it’s bitterly cold out, but there’s only so much slow cooking I can handle.   I don’t like winter, not one bit, and over exposure to slow-cooked stew-y things … Read more »

Warming The Cockles

Warming The Cockles

Virgil Evetts Is it terribly un-Kiwi of me to admit that I can’t stand oysters? The way they smell, they way they taste, the way they slither down your throat with slug-like viscosity… my stomach heaves.  I’m not much moved … Read more »