For the Holy See, I had just one thought: Communion wafers.
I mean, when one thinks of Catholic cuisine, that’s about it, right? Glutinous metaphoric bits of bread for parishioners.
But that’s less of a blog post, and more of an April Fool’s Joke.
For the Holy See, I had just one thought: Communion wafers.
I mean, when one thinks of Catholic cuisine, that’s about it, right? Glutinous metaphoric bits of bread for parishioners.
But that’s less of a blog post, and more of an April Fool’s Joke.
Summer isn’t exactly prime borscht season.
As it turns out, though, I made my borscht six months ago.
Pizza is not the national dish of Tanzania.
Let’s get that out of the way right now. The national dish of Tanzania, by all accounts, is ugali, which should not surprise anyone reading this blog, since ugali or some variant of it is so popular in so much of sub-Saharan Africa.
Rolling the dough for Zanzibar pizza.
But when I watched the episode of Anthony Bourdain’s Parts Unknown on Tanzania, I was mesmerized by the street food scene there, and nothing seemed more interesting than the pizza.
Fried, open face, ingredients slathered on, then folded together like a publicly acceptable version of a Taco Bell crunch wrap.
I had to have it, and it was delicious.
Some Zanzibar pizza ingredients: cream cheese, onions, tomato, eggs, ground meat.
Tanzania: Zanzibar pizza, via the Internet writ large
Delicious pizza.
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.
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.