I have a secret librarian who has been sending me all sorts of books that I might not know to pick up on my own. They range from rather saucy YA novels to some really interesting pseudo-historical series, and I’ve had a blast working my way through them. One of the most recent was the
The Starks are always right eventually, and with winter also comes the gift giving season. I occasionally share products on the blog when I find something I really fall in love with, and today is another of those days. Aren’t these fabulous?! They’re designed by the whimsical and talented artist Nicola Robinson, whose work is showcased
Many of you have been asking for inspiration for your S7 feasts, so I thought I’d put together this little idea list. One of my favorite “themes” for a meal we did was one where we “traveled” the Kingsroad, sampling dishes as we went. This was pretty early on in the days of the blog, but
I don’t know what the weather’s like where you are, but here in New England we are getting some seriously unseasonably chilly, rainy weather. Not. A. Fan. So naturally, I have been craving stews, pasta, and other hearty, filling dishes. In Westeros, that means looking toward recipes from the North, from Winterfell and Castle Black,
JUST KIDDING! But when life gives you adorable baby chickens, and you run a fictional food blog, how can you resist such a great photo? :) Alright, so it was actually the local feed store clerk who gave them to me, in exchange for money, but I think the principle still stands. This spring,
While many dishes found in the world of the Elder Scrolls are unequivocably delicious sounding, some are a little quirkier. But, not one to shy from strange foods, I like to take a crack at them from time to time, and the latest project is this recipe for cabbage biscuits. Although Balmora has since been
“After a hand of days or so, Temur took up his new bow to bring food back to those fires–marmots, mostly , and the odd zeren gazelle, because he could not range widely enough or draw the bow strongly enough to bring down larger game. But whatever he brought was accepted gratefully, and in return
“So Kal Skirata– mercenary, assassin, and failed father– spent a stormy evening on Kamino sharing uj cake with six dangerously clever small boys who could already handle firearms and talk like adults, teaching them that they came from a warrior tradition, and that they had a language and a culture, and much to be proud
It’s springtime, and the salmon are flinging themselves up the raging currents of the White Knife river that surges past Winterfell, and the bears are lining up for their freshwater buffet (how does hibernation work in Westeros, anyway?) Even though the weather is taking a turn for the better, we know that winter is always coming, so
“The beverage was the color of hydraulic fluid and had spongy, bobbing, floating bits in it. It tasted of sour spit with an aftertaste similar to motor oil.” –Aftermath, by Chuck Wendig I admit, based on that charming description, you might think I was mad to take on this particular drink. But I