Summer isn’t exactly prime borscht season.
As it turns out, though, I made my borscht six months ago.
Summer isn’t exactly prime borscht season.
As it turns out, though, I made my borscht six months ago.
Having a blog and a baby simultaneously are hard.
We knew this, of course, but it still bears repeating. Having time to cook sophisticatedย meals in the midst of my grow-your-own-roommate project is challenging.
Luckily, Russia’s national soup, shchi, was not sophisticated.
On paper, Albania has the potential to be home to one of the world’s great cuisines.
It’s at that cultural crossroads sweet spot occupied by precious few other places, a meeting point between Mediterranean and Eastern Europe, the Christian and Muslim worlds, Italy and Greece.
There’s something about the brassica family that generally doesn’t agree with me.
Maybe it’s the sulfury notes of broccoli or Brussels sprouts. Or perhaps it’s the bitter flavor of underprepared kale that burns me. Maybe it’s just the general consistency of the brassicas that sends me running and screaming.Whatever you call it, don’t call me late to eat brassicas โ because there is no late on “never.”
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I feel like I undervalue the humble bean in my cooking. They’re so pretty to look at dried, and can taste great cooked even if they lose some of their aesthetic value. But I never try to grow my own beans; I don’t like to use canned beans but it’s a hassle to prep dried beansโฆ at the end of the day, seems like beans just end up taking up space in my pantry looking good and not doing much.