Return of the Mac

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Aha! Welcome gastronauts. Foodie MacFoodface is sallying forth.

Follow at https://www.facebook.com/FoodieMacFoodface/ ; @FMFface ; and https://www.instagram.com/fmfface/ . You can also email me tales of woe and flattery at the.mac@foodiemacfoodface.com

"Who am I?", you may ask, and fairly so. Suffice it to say, I am a slightly portly man, hailing from the bottom-left corner of Africa, and now marooned in the cold wastelands of the north (Washington, D.C. to be precise).

I have more than a passing acquaintance with the dark arts of cooking, and quite regularly find myself in the weeds rooting around with the quacks and quislings of nutritional science and dieting, and I thought it might be fun to impose myself on the interwebs as a food blogger. Or just as a blogger... perhaps.

Aha! Indeed.



But on a more serious note, I hope to achieve two or more of the following:

  1. I need to write more, and I hope this little sideline may help me achieve that.
  2. I want to demonstrate my expertise as a recipe wrangler. 
  3. I eat out relentlessly, and enjoy formulating an occasional yarn about the experience. Perhaps FMF will provide a forum for praising the odd good experience, and excoriating the miserable fuckers who bring me bad food.
  4. Make me a few shekels. I mean, why not? If you want to pay me for something, by all means, do be in touch.
Some notes on form: My mise en place skills are pretty solid, and I am more than a little capable on top of the stove. Things do get a little murky when I venture below the hood. And I'm scared of baking. My better half is - for my many sins - a vegetarian (pescatarian, with some odd riders - for example the odd splash of chicken stock or flourish of chorizo is ok). As a consequence I don't get to cook with animal proteins too often, and I fear those skills may be in precipitous decline. Someone from Chicago once said my shrimp tacos were "the best fucking tacos in DC".

So come along now my lush gourmands and oenophiles let us see what we can find in the pantry...

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