It has, somehow, been a year since I posted to this site.
As I wrote in the Russia entry, it is challenging to simultaneously have a baby and a blog. The baby is now a toddler, and blogging is mildly easier, but it absolutely remains a challenge.
It has, somehow, been a year since I posted to this site.
As I wrote in the Russia entry, it is challenging to simultaneously have a baby and a blog. The baby is now a toddler, and blogging is mildly easier, but it absolutely remains a challenge.
There’s a reason why it’s called a dish. I was reminded of this while cooking the national dish of St. Kitts and Nevis, stewed salt fish with plantains.
When you think of fruit, what comes to mind?ย Peeling back a starchy, sweet banana? Plucking a juicy Hood strawberry? Buying a pint of raspberries at the farmers market? A tart cherry?
A few months ago, I picked up a couple of cans of ackee, the fruitย half of Jamaica’s national dish, ackee and saltfish. Now, I love exotic fruits โ it’s fun to think that there are hundreds of fruits around the world that I’ll never try (top on the list, for me, is the cashew fruitโฆ I spent hours walking around La Merced in Mexico City searching for a northerly-straying maraรฑon).
One of the most important culinary lessons I’ve learned came from my good friend Lindsey in New Jersey. A few years back, Linz was visiting the Pacific Northwest for a few days and taught me all about cooking the humble bean.
Well, folks, it’s been a while since I blogged, for two reasons:
โข I have not been able to source conch meat in Portland, and,
โข I have made meals for Cambodia and Denmark, but have yet to blog about them, hoping I’d get through Bahamas first.
That didn’t happen โ so this is a placeholder until Mission Bahamas is complete.
Prost!