Vagabond Cookbook

The best you ate on vacation? Make it at home tonight.

Fig and prosciutto salad

The Rest of Summer #3: Salad days

It’s your mother’s fault, really. Remember dinners as a kid on a hot summer night? You happily munch hot dogs. Your father bites into a big, juicy burger. And your mom seethes with envy as she nibbles a dry lettuce leaf, calling it “salad”. “I’m watching my weight,” she moans. The real message rings out loud and clear: Salad is for girls and it sucks like Drusilla. Sunnydale would have been way better off if she did salads once in a while. This Tumblr says it all. Salads are food of the desperate (or deranged). They’re for rabbits and contestants on The Biggest Loser. They’re fine if you need to drop a few pounds fast, but no one actually wants to eat one (and certainly no men do). As Homer Simpson said: “Praise Odin! Finally, D, you say something I can get behind! Now, tell me about cheesesteaks!” Sorry to […]

Peach bruschetta

The Rest of Summer #1: The Teaches of Peaches

I’ll be straight with you — I hate summer. It’s hot outside. The movies suck. Dipshits fill the streets with shirtlessness and good times. And, don’t even get me started on the pumas. In short, summer’s the worst. These people love summer. Think about that. That said, even I’ll cop to the quality eats leading up to Labour Day. Grilled steaks, smoked chicken, charred corn-on-the-cob — they almost make beach season worth it. They all have one thing in common, though: They require a barbecue. This guy knows what’s up. If you’re like me, you don’t have a barbecue. You’re a hipster doofus living in an apartment downtown. You don’t have a backyard. You don’t have a patio. Hell, you don’t even have windows that open all the way. The best place you have to set up a grill is next to the tweaker having a seizure in the alley. […]