Sometimes some dishes just don’t work. Don’t worry, I am not talking about the moro-locrio (rice with pork and black beans). This one actually did.
I love experimenting with food — isn’t that obvious? Inspiration for new recipes come from everywhere, and sometimes things work in my head much better than they turn out in reality. That is the part of food writing that few people see. The failures, be they small or spectacular, can be very disheartening.
But even from failure we can learn.
And Chicken Breasts Stuffed with Creamy Spinach and Onion marked the end of our Spring Break. Sniff… Farewell, Spring Break, that was fun!
We’re back to our regular routine of morning madness, rushing to make it to school on time. And one of my favorite daily routines: Walking my daughter to school. It’s a way to squeeze a bit of extra exercise in my day, and the part I enjoy the most: meandering conversations with my talkative 8 year old. If you have ever come into possession of an 8 year old you know what I am talking about. There is always something amazing to hear, and questions. Lots of questions.
We have touched many subjects on our walks, from the mundane to the profound, from the difficult to the silly. I really love those walks, and specially the conversations.
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.