In an ideal world, I would enter the workweek having spent a good amount of Sunday cooking. My refrigerator would be fully stocked with glass jars of delicious things to reheat or cook very quickly. I also often wish I was the kind of person who came home from the market and immediately cleaned and prepped things for better storage…. Read More
The site got a gorgeous new look and now you can actually properly read everything on your phones and tablets! Yay! Now lets make something super delicious and slightly blasphemous. Pasta carbonara was first introduced by the Romans and many cooks/chefs are very particular about what goes into this pasta dish. In its simplest form, it is typically made with… Read More
When I was a little girl still living in Sichuan province, my parents and I were introduced to a couple that would play a big role in my family’s immigration to the US. These two people enjoyed the kind of retirement that all of us dream of, one of adventures around the world with the person you love most of… Read More
It is already April, and Spring, well she has really been struggling to emerge here in New York City. There are occasional glimpses of her brilliance and it is actually quite gorgeous today. But somehow my mind is still occupied by comforting soups to chase away the last bits of winter. If you have never eaten/cooked with chorizo, it is an ingredient… Read More
Dirty rice is a traditional Louisiana dish that gets it name from the chopped chicken giblets and ground meat that “dirty” the white rice. The browned bits of meat create a rich and deeply flavored rice. Oftentimes families would season and cook a whole chicken and then use the livers, gizzards, and tougher parts of the bird to make the… Read More
I spend much of my time in the kitchen chasing memories. Each of which brings me one step farther down the road towards a completed thought and finally something delicious to put on the dinner table. So often these memories are of the Sichuan food of my mother’s kitchen and the food of the New Orleans of my childhood. They… Read More
