Peaches Archives ⋆ Chef John Malik

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09 Apr Flours for Amy

Posted at 21:48h in Family, Food, My Amy, Peaches, Uncategorized, Yeast by ChefJohn 8 Comments

I love the aroma of butter and flour, eggs and sugar, gently mixed together then properly baked. These four simple ingredients offer so much possibility, especially in the hands of my wife. Breads and biscuits, cookies and cakes, scented with vanilla bean or cinnamon, orange...

12 Nov Bits of Glass

Posted at 08:15h in Airplanes, Breakfast, Family, Food, Great Books, Peaches, What's really important by ChefJohn 0 Comments

I recently picked up one of my favorite books from my childhood, Edward Jablonski’s Flying Fortress. It’s a highly researched and detailed account of the brave American airmen that flew B-17 bombers during World War 2. I can remember devouring that book in fifth grade...

12 Nov Bits of Glass

Posted at 08:15h in Airplanes, Breakfast, Family, Food, Great Books, Peaches, What's really important by ChefJohn 0 Comments

15 Jul The State of the Market

Posted at 16:16h in 33 Liberty, Cool Machines, Food, Peaches, the whole "celebrity chef" thing, Uncategorized by ChefJohn 4 Comments

[caption id="attachment_1131" align="aligncenter" width="300"] Our state market is in an industrial part of town and attracts a cross-section of the community, unlike the newer open air market that seems to attract only the upwardly mobile set. I've noticed this about a lot of the new...

11 Jun Goliath

Posted at 11:59h in 33 Liberty, Food, Life, Peaches, What's really important by ChefJohn 2 Comments

“Who the hell’s talking to you , ya goh-dang moe-rahn!?” The words thundered out of his mouth on a vitriolic spray of spit, his bloodshot eyes burning into mine. My heart rate exploded and the bile immediately rose into my throat. This Goliath of a man...

31 May It’s Just a Peach

Posted at 07:53h in Family, Food, My Amy, Peaches, Religion by ChefJohn 4 Comments

It’s just a peach. I lift one up; allow my thumb to gently fondle its skin. I spin it in my hand and admire the warmth of its color, the soft creamy yellow that fades into sunny orange, dappled with crimson blotches. It’s His own summer...