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If at first you don't succeed, try, try, again. Then quit. There's no use in being a damn fool about it.


Here's something different for today's photograph: an Irish stew I made a few weeks back.

Modesty prevents me from waxing too lyrical about it's excellent taste. I can, however, share with you a little secret in the cooking. Half the amount of water or stock you put in, and double the amount of stout! I use Cascade Stout, a fine, creamy brew with a hint of chocolate about it.

Just the tonic for a shocking winter.

Comments

Mike said…
Looks like some special effects from my story! HA!
Kris McCracken said…
Oh, but it tasted so nice...
smudgeon said…
I attempted to make some Beef & Guinness pies a few weeks back - but do you think I could find Guinness at any of the local bottle shops? No. So I thought I'd give Cascade Stout a go...I was shocked, then pleasently surprised, and then warm & fuzzy (and just a bit unsteady on my feet).
Kris McCracken said…
Me, it is not mere pride as a Tasmanian that makes me proclaim that Cascade Stout leaves Guinness in its wake!

Other stouts better than Guinness: Coopers Best Extra Stout; Black Bart Stout; Grumpy’s Heysen Scottish Oatmeal Stout; Mountain Goat Surefoot Stout; Paddy's Head Stout; Moo Brew Imperial Stout; and indeed Russian Imperial Stout.
yamini said…
The photograph was "in the face" but looked sumptuous. And I'm sure it must have tasted very good.

Isn't there any way we could share food over the Internet? We need to find a way soon :-))
Kris McCracken said…
Shipping and handling costs make it tricky...
Sarah said…
Mr chef, that is great!
You should start a food blog as I have one ;)
Kris McCracken said…
I have a hard enough time posting to this one!
Layrayski said…
That is so yummy looking! Unfair.
yamini said…
Or you could come to India and cook here....
Unknown said…
*drool* That looks amazing. I'm a complete foodie, I post stuff I cook on my blog every week!

An Irish stew from a Tasmanian (?) man!
Jackie said…
Ooh that does look good.

I had a very disappointing pint of Guinness last week (it's usually my beer of choice, as I prefer stout to the rest and it's often the only stout on offer). I sent the first pint back as I thought they'd given me a pint of Coke, then the second one arrived with about a millimetre of head rapidly disappearing. Ugh.
Roddy said…
Irish stew, with Guinness/Cascade stout. I trust you didn't allow your children to acquire the taste for these alcoholic dishes.
Have no fear, I know what happens when you cook the alcohol off.
I however didn't know that you are quite the expert on all things stout. Sample one or two have we?
Valerie said…
I really must try that!
Kris McCracken said…
Larayski, it is as easy as pie. Even easier, in fact!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, no plane tickets!
Kris McCracken said…
Yoork, Tasmanian men make the best cooks...
Kris McCracken said…
Jackie, damn leprechauns!
Kris McCracken said…
Valerie, you won't regret it.

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