My Sweetie Pie husband has this thing for Chinese sweet and sour dishes. He always gets excited when he orders them, and then is always disappointed when his plate arrives, glowing with sauce a shade of red not found in nature. So I had my eye out for a homemade, “natural” sweet and sour equivalent. . . .
When the Sweetie Pie and I were newlyweds, we would get a craving for curry. We’d head to the closest Indian restaurant, get our curry fix, and then head back home where we’d eat Pasta-Roni for the next three weeks. At that time, all curry seemed the same. Sometimes we’d get curry with peas and . . .
I can’t figure out to get an accent over the “e” in the title. This is not “Chicken Mohl”. This is “Chicken Mohlay”. And it is worthy of your attention. I have an old mole recipe that I made before babies. It’s quite complicated and involves roasting chiles and melting chocolate in a double boiler. . . .
Last summer, during our cookbook tour of Nourishing Traditions, I made this recipe which was divine. This dish made me think of the country-cousin to that recipe–a little less refined, less fussy, and more humble. Still, it was delicious. It wasn’t divine, but it was delicious. And it was easy. I made very few changes . . .
This recipe made a quick and delicious weeknight dinner. It’s just a simple marinade recipe, no fancy techniques, but the combination of herbs and spices was so unique that I had to give it a try. I’m so glad I did. I think this one is going to be revisited again. I used the recipe’s . . .
In order to understand this post, I have to explain a little bit about what it’s like inside my head. I’m going somewhere with this, I promise. In the world inside my head I tend to do a lot of over thinking of simple concepts–like making mental area graphs to rate meals. I’ve never actually . . .
This dish is a New Year’s Day tradition in our house. It’s how I wooed the Sweetie Pie into dating me. Okay, that might be an exaggeration, but it’s the first meal I ever cooked for him. He was sick on New Year’s Day and called to ask me to pick up some groceries for . . .
This was a sunny dish to brighten up a gloomy winter day. Even if it didn’t feel like I was in Tuscany, it at least smelled like I was. It was also so easy to put together that I made it while I was sick and had a fever (for some reason, even if I’m sick . . .
I know that photo is not my finest moment of food photography (I did warn you about the impending lackluster photography until the sun stops setting before dinner time…) Regardless of the photo, this dish was tasty and is worthy of your attention. I will point out that the ingredient list is simple. The rule . . .