September 8, 2012
Let me make this clear: for many situations, there is no alternative to bacon.
Bacon comes from the bellies of happy, fat pigs. It is salty and smoky and nothing, not turkey bacon, not smoked tofu shaped and pressed to look like bacon, and especially not mushrooms, can ever take its place.
But you know what? Sometimes I get a little curious. I mean, come on. If I told you that if you take mushrooms and soak them in a little bit of soy sauce and bake them, they taste vaguely like bacon, would you believe me?
August 27, 2012
I have an extremely un-classy thing to compare these muffins to. Okay. Here goes.
Did you ever go to El Torito Grill? It’s this Mexican restaurant chain, mostly found on the west coast. I remember going on a lot of dates there in high school because, you know, it was high school. We had low standards and were low on pocket change.
Anyway. There was this corn cake thing that accompanied a lot of the dishes. Not cornbread, but this wet, doughy corn mash, partly whole corn kernels and partly cornbread. It was kind of sweet and I was addicted to the stuff. I would always order extra.
August 18, 2012
The best part of spending as much time thinking about food as I do is how ideas for dishes can morph and change the more you think about them.
This recipe started life as a post from Joy the Baker — which, if you’re reading this blog and not reading hers, well, you should really get on that — that had a recipe for tomato cobbler with a blue cheese biscuit topping. Genius, right? I’ve got tomatoes. I’ve got tomatoes coming out of my ears. And the funky saltiness of the blue cheese against the deep roasted sweetness and acidity of the tomatoes just made sense in my cook-brain.
August 11, 2012
Despite living in what feels like the restaurant capital of the world, Tim and I eat dinner at home most nights. I usually give him a choice between two or three things I’m thinking of making, I start cooking when he gets home from work, then we eat together in front of the TV with a glass of rosé or iced tea and an episode of Game of Thrones or, um, Futurama.
I think I like these nights best. Sure, I love tasting what the chefs have to dish out at fancy bistros, but what I like better is feeding people I love. Cuddling on the comfy couch with something hot and delicious, knowing I’m doing that most basic of things, providing sustenance for my loved one, feels intensely fulfilling.