As I’m writing this, I’m also watching football. On my own volition. This hasn’t happened since … Ever.
Why this year? KAEPERNICK.
He went to (and played at, obviously) my alma mater, and man oh man, is Nevada proud. I mean, seriously. We are fond of this person.
(Photo from the City of Reno)
And what am I eating? Leftover chicken. It’s a chill Sunday around here, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I might add that it’s really, really good chicken. It’s braised with soft, sweet onion, a touch of warm turmeric, some briny green olives, and the salty, citrusy heaven that is preserved lemons. Let’s make those first.
Posted in Healthy (?), Main courses, Meat
Tagged braising, chicken, cilantro, green olives, meyer lemons, moroccan, north african, olives, onion, preserved lemons, turmeric
So, I don’t think I’ve ever waffled quite as much about the title of a dish for a blog post. I have never been to Laos. I don’t know anyone from Laos. I don’t think I even know anyone who’s been to Laos.
All I’m basing this on is that I read somewhere, at some point, that in Lao cuisine, dill and mint are used much like cilantro is in its more famous culinary neighbor, Thai. Needless to say, I was intrigued–I love cilantro, but I really love dill and mint.
The internet was uncharacteristically unhelpful when I began to wonder if I could attempt a Laotian take on Tom Ka Gai, a Thai chicken and coconut milk soup that happens to be a favorite of mine. Turns out, there aren’t many resources on Lao cooking out there, and therefore, I feel like I can’t be faulted if this is wrong or inauthentic or, you know, stupid.
But in that case, I preemptively ask anyone who comes out of the woodwork to yell at me: where were you, and why aren’t you on the internet teachin’ kids how to cook good and do other stuff good too?
Hmm? Derek wants to know.
Posted in Main courses, Meat, Soup
Tagged chicken, chicken soup, coconut, coconut milk, comfort food, creamy, fish sauce, laotian, lime, soup, Thai
I just spent a fantastic couple of days in a place I’m embarrassed to admit I didn’t really know existed. Did you know that there is a ton of amazing wine, food, coffee, and opportunity for adventure in Okanagan Valley, British Columbia? I will probably mention it again on here, most likely while whining that I can’t retire yet. It’s true.
Before I left, I made this bad boy and invited a couple of my favorite people over. It’s the rational thing to do before skipping town: pack your phone charger, make sure you haven’t lost your passport, get pumped about doing the New York Times crossword (in-flight ritual–just me?), make an enormous meal.
Posted in Entertaining, Main courses, Meat, Summer, weekend
Tagged chicken, chorizo, clams, grilling, rice, saffron, seafood, shrimp, spanish, valencian
What’s so drunken about these noodles, you ask? They look perfectly poised, don’t they? There is no alcohol in the recipe, after all. Well… Let me tell you a story.
If you go to Salvador Molly’s in Portland, there’s a picture of me on the wall–a reward for conquering five of their habanero fritters, plus habanero salsa (as seen on Man vs. Food!). During that experience, I found that I had never consumed a beer (and an almost-full second one that I hijacked from my supportive and sympathetic companion) so quickly, before or since.
…And that, friends, is how anything that is spicy enough can make you drunk.
I suppose your alternative in such a situation could be whole milk (capsaicin is fat- and alcohol-soluble). In that case, we’d have to call this dish, I don’t know, Bloated Noodles, or Look Ma, Strong Bones Noodles… Not that catchy.
Thank you, MTV masterpiece 16 and Pregnant, for my new favorite Deep Thoughts Line in the whole universe: “Don’t take away somebody’s rodeo.”
Scene: Teenage Cowboy 1 talks to Teenage Cowboy 2 about how TC2′s pregnant girlfriend wants him to quit riding antagonized 2,000-lb beasts in light of his recent string of concussions. As in, one brain, multiple concussions. Womp womp, who invited Princess Funkiller from Planet NoRodeoForYou? But he doesn’t want to quit, man, because, something about adrenaline and freedom.
TC1 says something like “Quit ridin’? No way, man. Don’t take away somebody’s rodeo.” I’m not sure how deep that was supposed to be, but next thing I knew, I was giggling uncontrollably into my plate of noodles.
And what a plate of noodles it was.
Today, I’ve already (questionably) worked the reference into conversation about fantasy baseball. To make myself laugh. Whatever–I’m sure there’s something wrong with you too. And I like you, because this blog is my rodeo. Thank you for not taking away my rodeo. XOXO.
This food blogging thing is a strange beast, I’m finding. It interesects with real life… Sometimes. For example, check out what happened this weekend:
Rachel and I rolled up our sleeves, fueled up on Jameson and pumped out Irish cream sandwich cookies, “caramelassies,” soda bread, green shamrock dip, corned beef with bourbon-orange glaze, colcannon and the cutest roasted carrots you’ve ever seen. Also pictured: guest contributions of steamed rice buns and Lunchables (always welcome).
So, yeah–I didn’t take photos for you, or make meticulous notes on recipes. You don’t want to see those things anymore, right? We’re already in Easter mode! Things move fast.
I think you may want to see this, though. It isn’t nearly as date-specific as all that beautiful Irish-themed food. Chicken piccata is welcome whenever. It’s weeknight-friendly, even if you insist on serving it with a bottle of crisp, grassy white wine (I did). Oh, and–delicious. Let’s not forget that.
Posted in Fall, Healthy (?), Italian, Main courses, Meat, Winter
Tagged broccolini, capers, chicken, Italian, lemon, pan sauces, poultry, roasted vegetables, roasting