I love Peruvian food and Peruvian culture. I first tried Lomo Saltado when I was living and doing volunteer work with the Latino community in Miami. It is Peru’s answer to Mexico’s Fajitas. The beef is salty and the peppers are more sweet than spicy. It has ties to the…
I would bet a good chocolate cake that when most of us hear the words “Salsa Verde” we think of the amazing blend of tomatillos, lime, jalapeños and salt that runs wild across our fantasies of dunking chips and street taco bliss. My inner Latina girl highly approves of this…
Do you dream of dinner party domestic goddess fabulouspicity (a made up word, I know)… That moment when you pull the perfectly lovely / lovingly perfect dessert out and everyone collectively sighs? And then they taste and sigh again. I have delusions of such grandeur as well. A baker? I…
Barcelona has to be one of my favorite cities in the world. I haven’t visited in over 10 years, but it left such an impression on my that I still dream Gaudi dreams. The city on the sea – like any port city is a mix of languages, culture and…
Citrus season is far from being over and as you know, I am a sucker for all things citrus. A couple of weeks ago, I posted a recipe for Kaffir Lime Curd – a dreamy and floral blend of sweet and rich and tart. I couldn’t resist jumping on the crepe…
Greg came home from work a couple of weeks ago when I was putting the finishing touches on this recipe and taking the last photos for this post. He walked in, said “That smells good. What are you making?” My response was “Dry Soup.” I should have offered a little…
I work in a grocery store. Really, I am a little spoiled because I have every food expert I could ever want just down the stairs from my office. I also don’t have to worry if I forget to pack lunch (this might actually be a bad thing), since food…
This is a family recipe if there ever was one – I’ve shared another one this week HERE. I wish I could trace the full genealogy of this soup and how it developed. As far as I can gather, this is how it went: It was born from a Mexican…
This recipe is not really mine but rather my dad’s. Although ‘recipe’ may be far too formal a word for it. Whenever my mom was out of town and my dad was in charge of breakfast, we could expect to find Migitas on the table. I never asked, but I’m…
I was never that girl that started planning her wedding at 12 or who envisioned having a husband and kids someday. I pictured a career and a big circle of friends and not much beyond that. I was skittish of anything that smacked of commitment or longevity – really for…