tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197113715525875863.post988365416003106465..comments2024-03-08T08:09:49.217-08:00Comments on Et in Arcadia Ego: Symphonic CookingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197113715525875863.post-76063869730679151672008-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:002008-12-18T13:21:00.000-08:00Have you seen the movie Ratatouille?Have you seen the movie Ratatouille?phaedrushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12968429907443038457noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197113715525875863.post-55154559801626986282008-12-09T19:38:00.000-08:002008-12-09T19:38:00.000-08:00Ah, my son, such is the relationship of the master...Ah, my son, such is the relationship of the master to the novice. The novice must eventually burn his own creations in order to achieve the ultimate bakeish.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197113715525875863.post-9106857305618640172008-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:002008-12-09T12:03:00.000-08:00To a certain extent. My mother taught me that jus...To a certain extent. My mother taught me that just about anything can go into scrambled eggs, and to never be afraid to try anything new, and that just because a dish has "always been done this way" is no reason to always do it that way.<BR/><BR/>But my cooking is also the result of standing over the stove smelling herb bottles. It's the result of waking up the house at 2:00 AM by setting off the smoke alarm with my latest creation. It's the result of a rule that no matter how foul, if it was edible and I cooked it, I would eat it.Lord Carnifexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03370336507698082907noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3197113715525875863.post-16179316225580822992008-12-09T05:56:00.000-08:002008-12-09T05:56:00.000-08:00Did your mother teach you to cook?Did your mother teach you to cook?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com