My dad & food

My dad’s a pretty interesting fellow. When I called him up to ask him some questions for this interview assignment, he was watching a soccer game while making sushi. Pretty amazing considering just over 30 years ago he was living in communist Poland, eating just the most basic and rudimentary dishes one could find in … Continue reading

“His name was Colin, here are his papers”

Watched a bit of Food, Inc. today and thought of this.

Molè, molè, molè, molè!

Pork and lemon grass. When I saw those first two ingredients I immediately thought how great it would be making a Thai Tom Yum soup. But then came the dreaded third ingredient: chocolate. A la Chopped, I had to concoct a meal with those three completely unrelated things. But chocolate isn’t just used for dessert, … Continue reading

Chi in balance

The Chinese really will, and do, eat everything. Just take a stroll through the crowded, narrow alleys lined with pagoda-styled rooftops and gold-plated signs and you’ll find everything from frogs, snakes, and sea cucumbers to cow stomach lining. The true Chinese culinary experience isn’t one for the faint of heart, but since jellied eels probably … Continue reading

Tapas from Hell

Let me start off by saying Spanish food is, to put it bluntly, bland. It might taste decent but there’s really not much to it. One example of this is pan con tomate, which is seen as a tapa delicacy but really is a just a slice of toasted white bread covered with a watery … Continue reading

Schnitzels, not wieners

Google “wienerschnitzel” and the first link that pops up is the fast food chain known for its hot dogs. So that must be the German word for hot dog, right? Wrong. True, “wiener” is a colloquial name for a hot dog, but tag “schnitzel” at the end of it and it becomes something very, very … Continue reading

I found the Holy Grail, and it’s smothered in onion jam

It takes a lot for me to remember a specific meal. As much as food equals enjoyment for me, there are very few instances where I can look back and say, “Damn, that was one of the best things I’ve ever had!” Maybe it’s because I just live in the moment, savor the meal in … Continue reading

To me, life without veal stock, pork fat, sausage, or even stinky cheese is a life not worth living

“Do we really want to travel in hermetically sealed popemobiles through the rural provinces of France, Mexico and the Far East, eating only in Hard Rock Cafes and McDonalds? Or do we want to eat without fear, tearing into the local stew, the humble taqueria’s mystery meat, the sincerely offered gift of a lightly grilled … Continue reading