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It’s that time of year. When food blogs burst at the seams with recipes using all manner of citrus, especially Meyer lemons. I have my own uses for them (check out this wicked vinaigrette, or this lovely candied peel and simple syrup, perfect for cocktails, or this divine bundt cake, which doesn’t specifically call for Meyer lemons, but would be fabulous with them).
Well, “sprung” may be a bit of a strong word. Spring has shown up. Kind of. The robins came back, if only because they’re programmed to. We still had snow on the ground last week. But at the moment the small amounts of warmth and sunshine that we’ve been graced with have produced soft buds on the raspberry canes, tiny, grassy stalks of pungent chives poking out of the leaf litter and an abundance of bunnies, which last year ate our peas down to stumps before they ever had a chance. Hmmm…
I *think* it’s safe to say that the weather is turning cool. It sure looks that way this week. We’ve turned on the furnace. That means something, right? Though I do hope that it is still nice enough for a pleasant evening of Hallowe’en trick or treating.
It’s natural that when the weather turns cool, one’s culinary thoughts turn to things like warm breads, hearty stews and crunchy coleslaw. Wait… what? Continue reading
What’s in a name?I’d love to call this just “Thai Salad.” That would flow better. But I can’t. I can’t because, while this recipe certainly borrows from some Thai flavours that I love, it’s not authentically Thai, and it bugs me to no end to see things labelled a certain way, and then include ingredients that make it more generic. Or even totally wrong. Chain restaurants are notorious for this. Your chicken burger is not Thai just because it has peanut sauce on it. Your salad is not Greek because you added Feta and black olives to a bowl of iceberg lettuce and mealy, out of season tomatoes. And that “Mexican pasta?” With the stringy chicken and Tex-Mex pre-shredded cheese blend doused in insipid salsa? Not even going there. /rant Continue reading
My Edible Journey 