If I were ever tasked with mainstreaming Filipino food into U.S. culture, there would be two foods on that campaign trail that have never failed to please crowds: chicken adobo and lumpia. Chicken adobo is the equivalent to the pot roast of the Philippines and well-worth knowing how to cook.
I’ve shared my mother’s chicken adobo recipe multiple times with friends at parties and on-air, in an old public access cooking show. That being said, I’ll share it again in this blog, because I recently made it for a last-day-of-the-semester, class potluck party. It got great reviews and just confirmed for me that it really is an easy dish to like. In addition, it is very inexpensive for college students and families. It’s easy to make big batches and also easy to freeze, if needed.
Not sure where or how this cornbread recipe came into my hands, but it is the one that please people who love cornbread and people like me who typically dislike it. Use up heavy cream after the holidays with this recipe if you like.
Hubris. It was the demise of many a Greek subject in mythology and maybe it was ours too when it came to our son eating vegetables.
When Daniel went in for his nine-month check up, we told his pediatrician, “Daniel will eat anything we put in front of him, bolognese, lamb chops, broccoli, eggplant, sweet potato, anything. We even tried broccoli rabe with him, and he ate it!”
Daniel’s doctor promptly replied, “Oh, that’ll change. Just wait until he turns one.”
We rejected the words of this harbinger of doom, our very own Cassandra. We were convinced that our son had inherited our palates. And maybe we took too much pride, too much delight, in the way he ate all of the food we cooked for him.
Like clockwork, and as if our pediatrician had cursed us,
Some say that the numerous pleats of the tall, chef’s toque hat is a nod to the gastronomic wonder of the numerous ways to cook an egg. Even after culinary school, I can neither confirm nor deny whether there are more than a 100 ways to cook an egg. Investigative reports thus far seem inconclusive. See http://www.bonappetit.com/people/chefs/article/why-are-there-100-folds-in-a-chef-s-toque.
I only know that I love a well-cooked egg. It’s beautifully packaged and complete unto itself.
The other day as I sat with a small panel of chef instructors to taste students’ final presentations of their French cuisine menus, a conversation around eggs began. We were tasting exciting dishes such as
Disclaimer: I have no medical background and claim no knowledge of medicine. The name of the recipe below is “Immune Boosting Tea” but neither I nor anyone mentioned in this article make any medical claims about the tea made from the recipe provided.
Brrr…cough, cough. Sun? Not always. Freezing rain, maybe. Snow in spring, almost a fifty-fifty chance in Wisconsin.
This year, students of mine fell ill in droves, and so did I. A student came to me to ask if I could help her, because she was experiencing chills and rising heat. She had heard of a time when I brewed a pot of tea full of spices, including garlic, ginger, and cinnamon to help a Product Identification class overcome a wave of sickness. In Healing Spices, Bharat Aggarwal, PhD, writes about the thousands of studies done by the National Institutes of Health. According to Aggarwal, a small study in England and Russia found a correlation between garlic and cold prevention. Ginger may help to manage the nausea of flu.
I had my student peel the ginger in the recipe with the tip of a spoon facing downward toward the ginger root, because it’s safer. I worked at slicing the scallions. The interesting thing about this immune boosting tea
Sweets and The Arrival of Superman
Superheroes do things for us that seem beyond our reach in the moment. They have clarity of purpose and often a power that we secretly wish for in ourselves.
Daniel’s daycare instructor, Ms. Dee (abbreviated here), recently told me that distinguishing whether you are a boy or a girl is a developmental milestone, one that our two-year old son, Daniel, hasn’t quite caught on to yet.
He distinguishes males and females as “dadas” and “mamas.” Daniel has never given much thought to his peers and his identity within groups, because he is an only child; and talking about gender isn’t a big topic in our household.
When Ms. Dee asked him,