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.
So I hope you’re wondering why on earth I’m writing a blog about food from Cabo Verde.
After all, B comes before M in the alphabet, and I did Cambodia in the first round โ so what gives?
One of the challenges of this project that I underestimated was the sourcing of ingredients. Portland’s a pretty good food town for its size, but that’s mostly on the restaurant end of things.
Our lack of cultural diversity in the Rose City really makes it hard to source quality multi-ethnic ingredients โ note the fact that I still haven’t gotten to The Bahamas yet, because I can’t find conch meat in Portland and I haven’t made it to Uwajimaya in Beaverton to see if they sell it.