We humans do not always fit into neat patterns of nationality, ethnicity, tribe or language, so why should our food?
Migration, conquest and colonial rule, refugees and population displacement, travel and exploration and modern-day tourism mean that the lines between nationality and gastronomy can be blurred.
You would think that because I post recipes for desserts so frequently it must mean that I have a sweet tooth. The answer to that is yes… and no.
Not to confuse you or anything (I’ll let my grammar do that), but the truth is, savory is my thing.
Sure, I do love a good dessert — I mean, who doesn’t?! — but it’s not what I dream of at night. There are exceptions: These Empanaditas Dulces (Fruit Jam Turnovers) being one of those.
Few things leave me speechless. If you knew me well you’d agree. I was the kind of kid who probably made her mom wish she were deaf once in a while.
This week — in what must be an auspicious alignment of the planets — two things did leave me stunned, if only briefly: this “Surf and Turf” Rice, and another even more incredible event.
I first heard the news from a friend blogger (and fellow nominee) on Facebook, to which I hastily replied in monosyllables, and possibly an excess of punctuation. I then got an email that made it official: Our blog is a finalist of Saveur Magazine’s Best Food Blogs Awards in the Regional Cuisine category.
The best part of keeping this blog, and having it become the de facto digital Dominican kitchen, is that we get to show you recipes that may not longer be as popular in the Dominican homes, but that definitely deserve a revival. They deserve to be shown to the world, and adopted for the wonderful ideas that they are.
Whoever came up with the idea of avena caliente (oatmeal and milk hot drink) must have been a culinary genius.
Culture doesn’t stop changing. No part of it does –thank goodness– and that includes a country’s culinary heritage.
We may hang on with teeth and nails to nostalgia, but the world keeps travelling at 1070 miles/hr, and dragging us all in this fantastic rollercoaster ride we call life. A lot of these changes are completely worth the price of admission.
Much as I love casabe, I am very glad for each and every wave of our ancestors that brought us good food –better food even– and we didn’t get stuck eating casabe and roasted fish for the rest of our lives. And thanks to all the creative cooks of bygone eras that combined new ingredients to make the dishes that today form our culinary culture.
And with this, I bring you a dish I believe can easily become part of our new culinary culture: Codfish and Potato Fritters