In the course of human existence, some questions have never fully been answered. What is the meaning of life? Is there life after death? What is the difference between a tart and a quiche?
Ok, let’s make this quick: Corned beef has nothing to do with corn, corned beef and cabbage isn’t a traditional Irish dish, and New England corned beef just looks awful.
Normally I’d start with some interesting historical facts, how the Mongolians or Turks or South Africans used cherries to cure disease or traded ginger instead of currency. Instead, I’m going to share a story about a second-place finish in a pie competition.
Pot stickers are either the serendipitous result of a Chinese chef’s negligence and his son’s blatant disregard for truthfulness, or the product of an ancient Chinese Emperor’s terrible disguises and even worse punctuality.
Ancient traditions dictate that the first three pancakes in a batch are sacred, and they were often marked with a cross and sprinkled with salt to ward off evil. To me, that’s short-sighted; I believe EVERY pancake in the batch to be sacred.
You like pork that tastes like salt and pepper and sugar and spice and smoke. I like that too.
While developing this recipe I learned 3 things: the average goat is 9 carrots tall, you can’t eat with your left hand in Morocco, and Bugs Bunny is responsible for uncountable rabbit deaths.
Well, ok, it’s kinda classic and it’s kinda Greek, but not in the way most people think of it.
I grew up eating tacos that were created this way:
Cinco de Mayo is fast approaching, and you need to celebrate with tacos. It’s that simple.
A couple of years ago, my wife and I decided to try the Meatless Monday thing. Kids had gotten us away from doing a bunch of the culinary challenges we used to attempt, and this seemed like a good way to eat (at least a tiny bit) healthier and challenge ourselves to try some dishes we’d never considered before. We mostly gravitated towards Asian noodle and/or rice dishes – from spicy garlic noodles to ramen to the delightfully-beautiful sushi bowls.
Growing up, there were certain predicable culinary events. If I saw a paper bag full of seasoned flour, I knew it was Salisbury Steak night. Fish Sticks or corndogs showed up once a week. Thanksgiving was Turkey, and St. Patrick’s Day brought corned beef and cabbage.
My love for Chilaquiles came from a familiar place for me: competitiveness.
I don’t have a great story about churros. But I will drop some tidbits of knowledge on you.
Making your own tortillas probably seems intimidating to anyone that hasn’t done it before, and I won’t lie: there’s a definite learning curve involved. But once you figure it out, you’re going to question why you didn’t start doing this years ago.