This guy is my new hero, a chef in the New York East Village (via Kottke) telling Vego’s where to go.

Quote of the day:

We added pork to just about everything[...] Fuck it, let’s just cook what we want.

I’m so impressed with the dinner I cooked for myself tonight I’m going to post it here.

Chicken breast fillet grilled, on toasted multigrain bread, with fried capsicum, mushroom and bacon. All topped off with a touch of dijonnaise. Delicious.

So last night I was cooking a potato bake and mushroom sauce, I took the potato bake out of the oven, grated some cheese on top to make it go crispy golden brown. As I picked the casserole dish up to put it back in the oven, I felt burning in my fingers and threw the dish on the floor.

Now let me tell you, I wasn’t impressed, so I started eating the melted cheese off the door of the oven, and sometimes picking a piece of sliced potato covered in cream off the floor and eating that. I actually found myself quite comfortably sitting down munching on the half cooked vegetable.

This didn’t particular phase me until 10 minutes later I come back into the kitchen and my house mate is doing much the same thing.

I don’t think it needs to be said that this was some of the most disgusting behaviour I have ever participated in.