<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:19:23.044-05:00</updated><category term='baguette'/><category term='eliza eliza...'/><category term='2hot'/><category term='the toast of france'/><category term='sex'/><category term='tradition'/><category term='united states toast office'/><category term='just clotted'/><category term='2fast'/><category term='butter'/><category term='clotted cream'/><category term='sticky fingers'/><category term='magic'/><category term='bread'/><category term='the three sages'/><category term='2yellow'/><category term='rocks paper scones'/><category term='sugar'/><category term='blood'/><category term='french toast'/><category term='why don&apos;t you suckit'/><category term='bakeries'/><category term='rocket fuel'/><category term='too many calories'/><title type='text'>The New Gentleman’s Guide to Food and  Eating</title><subtitle type='html'>There is found an old book called &lt;i&gt;The Gentleman’s Guide to Food and Eating&lt;/i&gt;, which was written in (actually it is not known exactly when it was written, but some would say the late 19c would not be a very bad guess) and later translated from the original French. Inspired by this discovery, the present author has endeavored to add some of his own advice and experiences with regard to food and cooking. And, when possible, provide related excerpts from &lt;i&gt;The Guide&lt;/i&gt;.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-2360562076457046288</id><published>2008-07-24T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:23:01.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapples</title><content type='html'>There is nothing more exciting to a waiting mouth than a slice of fresh,  whole pineapple from the Dole corporation. Except a fresh, whole pineapple from Hawaii. Ten years ago, one could expect to find Hawaiian-grown pineapples at most supermarkets. This seems to no longer be the case.  First, let me assure my Central American brothers that I have nothing but the deepest love and respect for their culture as well as all the wonderful things they send us up here, and at such good prices. Then I would like to say that their pineapples are inferior to those grown in Hawaii. But since the long and bony finger of food fate has already pointed the way, south. I suppose I shall do nothing but humbly accept this new arrangement and be grateful for any pineapple at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-2360562076457046288?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/2360562076457046288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=2360562076457046288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/2360562076457046288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/2360562076457046288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/07/pineapples.html' title='Pineapples'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-5417491959167752495</id><published>2008-05-27T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:54:23.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Parsnips</title><content type='html'>From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parsnip is similar to the common carrot, but it is white in color and much more fibrous than its orange cousin.  It is also far more reluctant to reveal its secrets and will do so only after being cooked (boiled, baked) for a period of at least one half of an hour.  The man who chooses to eat raw parsnips almost certainly bears further investigation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-5417491959167752495?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/5417491959167752495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=5417491959167752495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/5417491959167752495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/5417491959167752495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/05/parsnips.html' title='Parsnips'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-6125067774860089920</id><published>2008-04-14T15:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:23:50.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celery</title><content type='html'>Unfortunately, much of the celery found in supermarkets today is far more stringy than it used to be.  This change was first recognized by the noted saladologist Hans Schlecter in his now-famous treatise published in 1987, entitled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apium graveolens: What the Hell?&lt;/span&gt;  Here, Schlecter reasoned that the advent of globalization coupled with the increasingly widespread adoption of the cost-saving Spain wedge method of early transplantation had put selective pressure on the growing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apium graveolens&lt;/span&gt;.  In order to survive these new and brutal methods, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apium &lt;/span&gt;would need to have sturdier, more shear resistant longitudinal fibers. The net consequence was a celery that grew faster, stronger, cheaper, and yes, stringier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celery is truly the most wonderful of our daily vegetables.  For it gives the most delightful crunch when one takes bite of it.  Indeed, to bite into a well-grown stalk of celery is one of the joy’s of living.   What an horrible tragedy were it to ever become too stringy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-6125067774860089920?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/6125067774860089920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=6125067774860089920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/6125067774860089920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/6125067774860089920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/04/celery.html' title='Celery'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-1230394615521145624</id><published>2008-04-02T11:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:35:00.061-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2yellow'/><title type='text'>Corn</title><content type='html'>Occasionally, you will come across a recipe which calls for the addition of canned corn. It may look something like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Add one 8 oz canned corn&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is exactly when you begin looking for another recipe. The internet, books, and television are all good starting points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under no circumstances should one ever purchase or use canned corn.  If this admonishment should fall on deaf ears, then let no one complain that the corn kernels in one’s chili are too chewy or that they have ruined said chili, soup or bisque.  And let no one cry out from a lavoratory in bemused astonishment (or dismay, such as one’s disposition may be) at the observation that these once-canned kernels do remain as intact on the way out as on the way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If, on the other hand, you do come upon a recipe in which the opening line should happen to be, “First, stun the duck,” then it is probably also time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="100" src="http://www.ubriaco.com/sounds/vitalic-dario.mp3" autostart="false" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-1230394615521145624?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/1230394615521145624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=1230394615521145624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/1230394615521145624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/1230394615521145624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/04/corn.html' title='Corn'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-1452001145942379795</id><published>2008-03-20T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T14:12:45.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sticky fingers'/><title type='text'>Syrup</title><content type='html'>Should be maple.  As a matter of general leniency, children may be allowed to eat non-maple syrup (Aunt Jamima, Log Cabin) up to a certain age.  Naturally, the optimal timing and method for conversion to maple syrup has been hotly contested, among mothers, and the current recommendation is to allow the child to voluntarily indicate when he/she is ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent rumor has been spreading that the Canadian peoples have discovered a way to generate maple syrup using nothing but trees. Trees! Clearly this is just another one of those to-good-to-be-true stories from up north, of which we all tire. Nevertheless, an investigation is probably warranted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;John E. Smith, &lt;br /&gt;United Sates FBI&lt;br /&gt;(dated 1897)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-1452001145942379795?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/1452001145942379795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=1452001145942379795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/1452001145942379795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/1452001145942379795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/03/syrup.html' title='Syrup'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-3713412795863102085</id><published>2008-03-20T11:18:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T15:43:57.416-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the toast of france'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french toast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='united states toast office'/><title type='text'>French Toast</title><content type='html'>Some say it is best to use day-old or slightly staling bread to make French toast. I do not subscribe to this or any other theories, about anything.  I believe the overriding goal should be to use the best possible bread one can lay hands on. There are numerous reports in the record of great success having been had as the direct result of a good French baguette. The kind with airy holes and a flavorsome crust. It is important not to kill someone over French toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1443, at the Abbey de Quay, in France, there was once a very serious-minded (and memorable) monk name Jean-Paul. Upon learning that his French toast had not in fact been flighted away by an especially large crow, but had actually been stolen away by a fellow monk named Simon (slightly less memorable, but certainly capricious enough to bear mention), whilst he had left the table for a particularly long time in order to retrieve his favorite syrup vessel, which he had forgotten in his quarters amidst the mornings’ excitement, it being French toast day at the abbey, needless to say Jean-Paul did not take the news very well. In fact, one might say he took the news rather not well as he broke his holy vows in that same instant.  He broke them by turning to Simon and stabbing him straight through the heart with a bread knife, which had been in his hand at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="100" src="http://www.ubriaco.com/sounds/joydivision-ceremony.mp3" autostart="false" height="20"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-3713412795863102085?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/3713412795863102085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=3713412795863102085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/3713412795863102085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/3713412795863102085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2008/03/french-toast.html' title='French Toast'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-9220417336633899855</id><published>2007-12-20T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T16:53:14.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clotted cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tradition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocks paper scones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just clotted'/><title type='text'>Scones</title><content type='html'>A proper scone is like something between a muffin and a biscuit only it has been driven to the brink of complete and unforgettable dryness. Only a good self-hating people would devise and perpetuate such a thing.  If you’re going to suffer, suffer well. So say the Brits. And I for one stand with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only true way to mitigate the dryness of a proper scone is with the liberal use of genuine clotted cream (from Devonshire), which has, on more than one occasion, been said to have a slightly scalded or cooked flavor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-9220417336633899855?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/9220417336633899855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=9220417336633899855' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/9220417336633899855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/9220417336633899855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/12/scones.html' title='Scones'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-8065471537031343488</id><published>2007-12-13T12:47:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:51:28.455-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eliza eliza...'/><title type='text'>Marmalade</title><content type='html'>Marmalade is a very special case indeed.  Made from the very bitterest oranges on earth (or at least, Seville). If a little bit goes a long way, then a lot goes a really long way. Marmalade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I was quite taken aback at the unearthly bitterness of this boiled orange concoction these Scots keep calling marmalade, but over time (three times), I began to understand. Along with the bitterness is a mature, dare I say, sophisticated quality in the flavor, which cannot be achieved using the more delicate Oranges from other parts. I do not claim to fully comprehend how it is that a thing so bitter should also be so plainly addictive. But it does not fail to remind me of that most horrible villain from S, Mr. J.P. Stokes, who was not only responsible for the most unnatural deaths of over forty-three women, but who was also one of the most unusual looking young gentleman the world has ever seen.  When it was time for him to hang on the gallows. The townsfolk insisted on a most unprecedented measure, that Mr. Stokes remain unhooded throughout the process. The judge agreed. For he too could not take his eyes from upon his startling visage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-8065471537031343488?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/8065471537031343488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=8065471537031343488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8065471537031343488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8065471537031343488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/12/marmalade.html' title='Marmalade'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-4272538033274484271</id><published>2007-10-24T20:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:42:31.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='why don&apos;t you suckit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too many calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rocket fuel'/><title type='text'>Jelly and Jam</title><content type='html'>Jam is made by boiling fruit (has fruit bits in it). Jelly is made from fruit juice and does not have fruit bits in it (think Dow Corning). Preserves are basically like jam. Marmalade is a citrus-based preserve. We’ll talk about this in a minute. Let me cut right to the point. There is nothing to be ashamed of in liking jam. With so many different kinds available. There are almost as many jams as there are fruits. Maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raspberry – A  good idea, because raspberries are really expensive and tend to go bad before you can even get them safely home. And raspberry preserves do, in fact, convey the idea of raspberry fairly  well.&lt;br /&gt;Apricot – Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Clementine – Yes again.&lt;br /&gt;Fig – I will admit that I am rather new to the whole fig game, myself not having emanated from any of the fig-bearing lands. But, I have to tell you, that I am beginning to understand the fuss. Fig jam is a rich and mature taste, which takes little getting used to and becomes more and more fascinating with each session.&lt;br /&gt;Apple-Walnut-Pear – Surely a complex and sophisticated mix of flavors for a bit of bread or toast. There is nothing to be ashamed of here. And don't the Basques know it.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry – It is far too easy to get real strawberries. And besides, strawberries do not like being made into preserves, as the awkward (almost subversive) texture they assume under such circumstances will no doubt attest.&lt;br /&gt;Blueberry – No.&lt;br /&gt;Grape – I am not interested  in grape jam, and neither should you be. In fact, it does not even exist.&lt;br /&gt;Almond Butter – Ok, this is not so much a jelly or jam, as it is rocket fuel. With almond butter, surely a little bit goes quite a long way. Longer than you are thinking even now, unless you are thinking Mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one has scooped of the jam for the final time in the sitting, it is permissible, if alone or with close friends, to lick the knife. This is one of the reasons for which it is advantageous to use a proper butter knife, and not the standard dinner knife.  Although more like to be within reach, the standard dinner knife tends to have, as a vestige of an earlier era, a faint suggestion of a serrated edge.  It is better to lick a butter knife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-4272538033274484271?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/4272538033274484271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=4272538033274484271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/4272538033274484271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/4272538033274484271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/10/jelly-and-jam.html' title='Jelly and Jam'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-8745096252172603911</id><published>2007-10-08T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:38:29.164-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the three sages'/><title type='text'>Bread, Butter and Jam</title><content type='html'>Bread, butter and jam have always shared a complex and important relationship with one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a bread of the proper distinction is secured, it is recommended to try all three possible combinations of bread, butter and jam assemblage. Naturally, it is assumed one has already tasted of just the bread alone, back in the beginning of this &lt;a href=http://www.coldbacon.com/writing/theknightsetsforth.html&gt;adventure&lt;/a&gt;, and that this is how one came to know it was of the proper caliber, and worth bringing home at all. First, one should try the bread with only butter. Then with only jam. Then try all three bread, butter and jam together. Pay close attention to how each functions both alone and in concert. You should conclude that bread alone, bread with butter, and bread, butter and jam together are all winning strategies. You should recognize too that bread and jam alone is the most irksome combination. Why should bread with jam be less good than bread alone? It is one of the great unexplained mysteries.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Through modern science, we now know the answer: butter acts as a mediator between your delicate taste buds and the astringent, tart qualities of the jam. When you imagine eating bread with jam and butter, you can almost see the smooth little butter particles befriending jam particle before they walk hand-in-hand into your taste buds. Science is beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-8745096252172603911?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/8745096252172603911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=8745096252172603911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8745096252172603911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8745096252172603911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/10/bread-butter-and-jam.html' title='Bread, Butter and Jam'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-4978637276088703448</id><published>2007-10-03T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:14:21.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sugar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Bread and Butter</title><content type='html'>For butter, you must go to your local gourmet shop and acquire some imported butter. This will be the one with any French or Swiss (or even German) writing on the packaging. Italian is good too. It is recommended to buy the unsalted variety. Salt can always be added. It is important to maintain control over salt. Also, you must look for some indication of an expiration date. The shopkeeper’s job is to move the oldest bars to the front of the shelf (and this goes for milk, yogurt, and anything else that is white or yellow). Yours is to inspect several of them until you are sure you have the freshest one. If none of them are fresh (and assuming you do not have the intention of eating all of the butter immediately),  then you must refrain from purchasing any of the butter at this time. You can try another shop or wait until the next shipment arrives. It is important to be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people buy several sticks of butter and freeze some of them for later use. This invites a terrible rancid flavor, and for what? Do not freeze the butter. Eat the butter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-4978637276088703448?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/4978637276088703448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=4978637276088703448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/4978637276088703448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/4978637276088703448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/10/bread-and-butter.html' title='Bread and Butter'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8116867966034211909.post-8764143514602589894</id><published>2007-10-01T16:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:35:17.083-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baguette'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bread'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakeries'/><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>The first and most important thing one must do upon moving to any new town is locate the nearest purveyor of good bread. Such discovery is paramount. If you have landed in one of the more fortunate cities, the task could be no more than a pleasant stroll in the afternoon when the autumn sun is out. Walk past some leaves. Falling and spinning. Kick some pebbles down the stone lined path. Where is the bakery? Around the corner? And if it’s not, then a simple query of any well-looking person in the neighborhood will surely yield the necessary information.  But in other cities (too numerous to mention), the same endeavor might take the form of a three-year odyssey, filled with all the death and destruction, revenge feelings and all that great sorrow that can be expected of any such goal-driven adventure, in which the goal is never (can never be) attained. If it had been a different goal, perhaps the story would have gone differently. If it had been, say, a jelly donut, or perhaps a Stouffer’s menu item. Even a nice cracker. But not bread. Sadly, your friends cannot help you. When the gods have not smiled in the place where you are there is nothing and no one can help you. This I have learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From The Guide:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key to a good bread and butter experience is good bread and butter. For bread, a strong flavored French loaf/baguette is recommended. The way to know if one has the right bread is whether the top end (the end poking out of the grocer’s bag) is still largely  intact by the time your carriage reaches home. If this be the case, then indeed this was not the right bread. But if it has been torn at, repeatedly, as if by a savage and starved creature, with an unexplained, but obvious desire for the highest quality baguette, then truly, this is the right loaf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8116867966034211909-8764143514602589894?l=coldbacon8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/feeds/8764143514602589894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8116867966034211909&amp;postID=8764143514602589894' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8764143514602589894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8116867966034211909/posts/default/8764143514602589894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coldbacon8.blogspot.com/2007/10/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>Cold Bacon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14072381277196605305</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
