Greetings, March! The wind blew in our favorite publication for rich jerks and aspiring rich jerks from 1977, Gourmet magazine.
February weekend in Moscow!)
I prefer the lower end of the classiness scale, so I'm going back to the only section of the magazine that admits that not everyone is independently wealthy, but anyone can be pretentious. That's right; we're in for more "Gastronomie sans Argent."
This month is dedicated to fish chowders:
At first I thought this was a chowder full of chunks of fish and very frugal with the black beans (because we all know beans are super-expensive!), but that's not it.
My favorite in this section is probably this recipe...
That sounds like my cat's idea of hitting it big, so the unfortunates relegated to eating fish head chowder at home instead of flitting from Ye Olde Cock Tavern to The Magpie and Stump to Ye Olde Cheshire Cheese could at least comfort themselves in knowing that someone would be super-jealous of them. I'm not sure that a little black cat is the audience the pretentious but cashless gourmets had in mind, but you have to take what you can get if you don't pop out of your momma onto a mountain of gold coins.