Let me start by saying thank you so much to all of you who pre-ordered my new book, The Year of Cozy. Your support truly means the world to me.
Have you ever had someone be very skeptical about something you’re making. These people can also be referred to as H8TERZ. They drink haterade as they sit there and h8te.
When I was discussing this recipe with my boyfriend, as I often do, he was h8ting HARD. He didn’t like the peach. He didn’t like the bourbon. “It’s too common of a combination.” Blah blah I don’t care. It’s a delicious combination that’s why you see it a lot and I’ve never seen it on ribs so let me live!
It’s rainy today. The clouds are rumbling and lightening is lighting up the sky. It’s feels sort of strange since it hardly ever rains here in Los Angeles, let along during the summer months.
The air feels thick and damp. It reminds me of summer days in the south, which makes me want to curl up with the air conditioning blasting and do absolutely nothing. I’m not doing exactly nothing today (there are last minute book edits and other shenanigans) but I am here to let you know about this dish, my favorite childhood meal: Tallarines Verde.
This was one of the recipes mom would make us when she didn’t have a ton of time. My brother and I were obsessed with this dish. I remember always coming into the kitchen and sneaking cubes of queso blanco off of her cutting board—it’s so good and salty and fresh. This green sauce is unlike what you might be accustomed to—it’s creamier and thicker.
Traditionally it’s served with steak on top but she never gave it to us like that. She skipped the steak and would just serve it to us in a bowl. Whenever I eat this, I immediately get nostalgic in a way that almost hurts. It’s an edible reminder that childhood is gone and time moves too quickly. How does that happen? I would hate to be thirteen again, with all of the doubt and anxiety and loneliness I felt as a kid, but man, it really is just moving too quickly for me. Have I ever told you that rain makes me super emo?!
Like, it was so good that it made me want to make batches of it now and then freeze it, so I can eat it when it’s cold(ish) out. I am not at all a freezer person. I know people who have whole meals in their freezers. Nope, not me. There’s something about piles of freezer-burned food that just grosses me out. But I’m contemplating doing this before the summer is over because this soup is THAT good.
For the recipe and more photos, go to PBS Food. I’ll be back next week with…popsicles!!! YAY!
Remember last week when I made homemade cream cheese and I told you to save that whey?!? Yeah! I put it in hamburger buns. Yass! And since I think I’m particularly clever, I wanted to tie it back to a bagel by adding the “everything” mixture to the top of the burger bun.
Well, I’m pretty happy. I currently feeling myself. I’m patting myself on the back. Skipping in the street. I think I’m smart, but mainly I’m just stoked about making another delicious thing that involves carbs.
If you’ve never made hamburger buns, you’re in for a lil’ treat because not only are they super fun to make, they’re not too, too difficult either.
These buns were tweaked from King Arthur’s Flour, which in my opinion, has the best burger bun recipe out there. The whey gives these a softer texture but not so soft that it feels like cheap, store-bought white bread. It’s sort of in between of what you would get if you used half water and half milk.
My eyeballs sting and I’m dosing off which means I really wish I could just write this entire blog post in emojis. That’d be easier.
I’d use emoji flames, emoji nail painting, emoji face with sunglasses. I’m thinking those illustrate my feelings properly about this chicken. I’m feeling myself!
I once dated a Jamaican dude who taught me so many things about myself. A good jerk chicken recipe, unfortunately, was not one of them. It was one of those relationships you have when you’re young and need to learn what you don’t want, what doesn’t work for you. At the time nothing felt like a lesson, it just felt like heartbreak and agony and someone stabbing me in my chest. But after that relationship, I went forward in search of the exact opposite…haha. Is this mean? I’m thinking nah, I’m thinking it’s just a little real.
Anywaze, the one positive thing that came from that relationship was our eating adventures. It was high school, early college, so the food I ate during that time was either The Cheesecake Factory or Peruvian or Jamaican hole-in-the-walls. I ate more lomo saltado and jerk chicken in that time than ever in my life.
I’m back from Chicago where I ate and drank waaaaay too much. I realized that I’m too old for that shit. I’ve never been a big drinker but omg now I’m even less so because it seriously makes me feel like I might die. But it was fun and worth it. I’ll be doing a lil’ round-up of a few of my favorite places I visited…maybe tomorrow or the next day.
But first, recovery food. Poke restaurants are popping up everywhere in LA. It’s the hot new thing, unfortunately most of them are not near my apt so out of pure laziness because I’m allergic to driving and traffic, I make them at home. Also, I love making things at home because it means I can add what I want. I DO WHAT I WANT!
I like using really delicious, fatty salmon I get from McCall’s Meat and Fish Co., but really any sort of ahi tuna or other sushi-grade salmon will work.
This is obviously more of an idea than a recipe. I mean, I do mix the sauces together and I do make my own furikake and I do whisk together some mayonnaise and Sriracha but you can just eyeball all of these things. No need for measuring spoons.
I’m on my way to Chicago for no reason at all other than to hang out. How amazing is that?! I wish I could bottle up the feeling right before a trip. You’re running errands, packing, washing clothes, and while normally those are really lame things to do, it’s actually ultra fun when they’re for a vacation vs. normal life.
This salad has Memorial Day written all over it. It’s large format or whatever you want to call it. Basically, it’s a big-ass salad for hella ppl.
Do you have cherries yet? I feel like LA/California gets produce weeks (sometimes months!) before the rest of the country so it’s hard for me to gauge if this is a useful recipe or totally pointless. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
As you may know, I’m what the world considers a grilled cheese enthusiast. I’m not sure there’s another sandwich that can make me feel all the feelings of warmth, comfort and just plain ol’ fun. For this post, I teamed up with Tillamook, the farmer-owned Co-Op from Oregon, to inspire you to create your own all natural, veggie-filled, gooey, delicious sandwiches perfect for a spring party with friends. Every single party in life should have a Veggie Grilled Cheese Bar. HELLO! This is the definition of comforting fun!
Spring is finally here, which means all of my favorite farmer’s market vegetables are back in season. I always miss them in winter. Winter veggies aren’t my favorite, but spring? YASS! These grilled cheeses aren’t difficult to execute, no, not at all, but like anything simple, the amazingness is in the details. This means paying attention to each and every ingredient carefully.
We’ll start with the most important part: da cheese. Tillamook cheese is naturally aged, made with milk from cows not treated with artificial growth hormones and contains no artificial ingredients. This is the real deal when it comes to cheese. Tillamook has actually been making cheese for over 100 years! I vote for giving people a few options. I went with Tillamook Sharp Cheddar (a classic), Tillamook Pepper Jack (for the people who love spicy a.k.a. me), Smoked Medium Cheddar and lastly, Smoked Black Pepper Cheddar (my favorite).
Also, don’t be shy to mix and match them. My favorite combo was sharp cheddar with the smoked black pepper cheddar—it was glorious!
I miss the south sometimes. A lot of times actually. I miss the summer rains, the golden leaves in fall, the beautiful flowers blooming in spring and the biscuits. Oh man, the flakey biscuits. Whenever I don’t know what to cook, I’ll usually think of something super boring and then give it a southern twist.
I like to think that this is a dish a southern girl would make after she spent the summer backpacking through Europe. Maybe she spent a few weeks in Switzerland, maybe she had a fling with a Swiss dude (think Before Sunrise-like) and during that fling she ate at a restaurant and was introduced to the wonderfulness that is raclette.
This isn’t the “right way” to eat raclette. It’s usually cheese that’s cooked over an open fire, the cheese gets super melty and then the cheese is scraped onto awesome things like a variety of meats, vegetables and carbs.