This might be an exercise in futility but here I am trying to start a new run at the food blog o’ mine. I have another blog in the works sort of, but that’s still in development and won’t be food-focused, so it would sure be nice to keep this one going, especially since I feel my technique and flavor palate has grown. This is due in large part to some appetizing projects the husband and I are embarking on; I’ll be excited to share those projects with you once they are blossom to a stage that is worth revealing to the world (or the tiny web of the wide world that still looks at this measly blog). At any rate, I can’t seem to escape food—cooking, writing, or even researching it.
Did you know I love Italian food? As a child my favorite food was ravioli… then lasagna… then ravioli and lasagna. Since then I’ve graduated to adore other cuisines (I don’t think I can live without Indian/Pakistani or Thai food) but I have a secret longing for it sometimes that I cannot normally satiate. All that pasta, all that glorious carbohydrate-rich pasta… no, I can’t go there. My round and pudgy inner-child may be bouncing in pure joy at the thought but that’s as far as I can go. Of course every once in a while we all have a fine Italian meal but not nearly as often as was my lifestyle long ago. This may of course be in part because the husband has a distinct lack of fondness for tomato sauce. I know. It hurts me just to write that (please have mercy on him, supreme marinara lords of the Tuscan sun). Continue reading →
Because I haven’t had time (or the longevity of a properly functioning memory) to write up posts for every single dish I have made, or at least the ones I photographed, I thought I might make a habit of sharing, every month, the missed opportunities that befell the four prior weeks. In doing so, I get to share some of my other exploits with you simply for the joy of loving food. And perhaps you may find inspiration in my simple endeavors. Feel free to ask for recipes on any of them; I may or may not remember exactly, but I can share broadly my experiences at the very least. And at the very most, you might hit the jackpot on a stellar super feasting idea. Probably not though, I wouldn’t get my hopes up.
You can’t have a part 1 without its follow-up, so now that dessert and all its scintillating joy is out of the way, we can make our way through the dinner portion of Valentine’s Day evening. Oy, just thinking about that dinner makes me hungry now; everything was immaculately executed for once—no hiccups, no over or under seasoning, just resplendent and fairly light dinner with an Asian flair.
Now, I have to give props to Guy Fieri (yeah that burly bleached blond chef who eats like an ogre on his Triple-D show). Surprisingly (or not), he makes some really good food himself, and personally I enjoy watching him simply because he is not as pretentious as some of the Food network folks, and has good tips. So When I saw a show all about wraps, I felt inspired to follow suit.
And so, I endeavored to make Asian Orange Turkey Lettuce Wraps, and Shrimp Rolls with a Pineapple Pickle Salsa (the pineapple recipe is all Guy’s).
I think the most amazing thing about the evening was that I was able to do accomplish all this at once in the span of two hours or so, along with the tiramis-who.
The holiday season, or really any holiday for that matter, screams tradition, whether or not you celebrate Christmas. One non-Christian friend of mine always gorges on Chinese take-out with her family and hits up Disneyland on Christmas Eve, for example. And yet, despite living here all my life, my family never really established any traditions for the holidays–definitely not for Christmas at least. It has always been just another day… New year’s Eve, on the other hand, had a decent run. For a good many years, we would invite a couple of my aunts and cousins over, pop open Martinelli’s Sparkling Cider, and force all the uninterested boys to watch the ball drop on TV. ‘Twas good times.
He’s coming home today! It’s amazing what a difference that makes – I felt more energy than I did all week (barring the jog I took Monday morning, but that must have been a fluke), getting all sorts of little things done. Granted, the thank you cards are still sitting there taunting me… I mean, really, people must know we thank them for their wedding gifts yes? Isn’t that understood, considering the aura of gratitude and happiness that emanated from us that day? No? doesn’t work that way? Alas. Almost nearly 20% done, I feel accomplished.
Nevertheless, I finally hit the kitchen properly today for the first time this week.
Looming over mango towers!
I started out with mango tower cupcakes, then lemon garlic shrimp pasta, urad dahl, and I have some chicken and palak on hand as well. What can I say, the boy likes to eat. Admittedly he actually doesn’t stuff himself the way other men do, and he definitely is much healthier, but nonetheless food truly inhabits his heart zestfully.
This weekend, my sister in law related to us an article she read about how the majority of our society was severely lacking in vitamin P. I’ll let you fumble in mystery over what that is for a moment, but I can definitely say I had an overabundance of it this weekend.
If weekends earned grades, I would without a moment’s hesitation give this past one a D. Continue reading →