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I had fresh garlic scapes, so I thought before I froze some, I’d make garlic butter. You know it’s just good to have some scapes in freezer, you know. So you can make this all year long. Anyway, I was feeling the need for garlic bread. Turns out, adding scapes to regular garlic butter, was a good choice. Great on bread and on a steak…heaven! Continue reading
This is perhaps one of The Goddess’s favorite recipes. She could live on this. Originally she marinated whole chickens, then she grilled them over indirect heat. It doesn’t get much better than that.
I went to the Polish deli last week and came away with some great kielbasa. This is the creation that came from that adventure. The dill pickles are the key. They offer flavor, texture and well, they’re dill pickles. They’re the perfect foil for all the other flavors.
Fennel and fish are terrific together. The sweetness that develops when you sauté fennel is a beautiful thing. And it just works so well with fish…this one is a corvina fillet. The Goddess just had to add a bit of orange zest; you know how she is.
Is this really Sicilian? Perhaps, if The Goddess lived in a Sicilian village she would be making this dish, with many of the flavors—tomato, capers, olives, garlic, orange (there it is again!) and some fennel—that are so prevalent in Sicilian cooking. This turned out to be delicious, so she will be making this frequently.
We had leftover
Last year I shared my recipe for one of The Spicy Honey’s favorite dish,
This is another KayJay invention. This is a nice winter salad. It’s more substantial than its leafier counterparts, can be made ahead and doesn’t go all limp and mushy. Belgian endive have a slight, but pleasant bitterness that just works with KayJay’s
Both of my parents long ago left this world for the big farm in the sky. They had a good life, a long life and they were pretty happy people. It doesn’t get too much better than that. Anyway, yesterday would have been my father’s birthday and today would have been my mother’s birthday. So my thoughts turned to pork. In my family, food was much bigger than any gift. It was the gift. And pork was always there.
Almost every Sunday, when we lived in São Paulo, we would walk over to the bakery just down the hill from our apartment, and buy 2 chickens. Even today, I can almost smell the aroma wafting up from the bakery, more than 15 years later. They were a memory that was worth trying to recreate.