HOW SWEET’S BB-SHOWER! MOM’N BABE SPICY SAMBAL SUB
[ezcol_2third] IF THERE'S ANY SHOT AT PRE-DETERMINED HAPPINESS IN LIFE, IT WOULD BE TO ACQUIRE A TASTE FOR SPICY FOODS
[ezcol_2third] IF THERE'S ANY SHOT AT PRE-DETERMINED HAPPINESS IN LIFE, IT WOULD BE TO ACQUIRE A TASTE FOR SPICY FOODS
[ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third][/ezcol_1third] [ezcol_1third_end] AS HAPPY AS A CLAM It's veterinarian-day for me again, how about you? Whatever your day's like, appetize it with this spicy, herby, briny and juicy cockle salad (you heard right), from one of Fatty Crab's and Fatty Cue's Zak Pelaccio. It tastes like the ocean with an attitude, certainly one of my favourite, and most interesting and delicious treatment of shellfish yet. And I promise it will kick-open your palette, get you ready for whatever that's on your plate. Wish you a day as happy as a clam. [/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_2third][/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] Serves: 4 as appetizer Adapted from Zak Pelaccio's Eat With Your Hands I like to use an assortment of cockles and clams for this dish. In this case, tiny cockles for their meats plus larger/prettier clams for their shells. You can choose whatever variety you like. The original recipe does not include the kaffir lime leaf, but I added it because I think it gave the dish a sharper edge. Use if you have it available (they freeze really well in the freezer). [amd-zlrecipe-recipe:7] [/ezcol_1third_end] [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end]
[ezcol_1half] IF YOU DON'T DO IT, SOMEBODY WILL [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] EVEN though, for quite a while now, you and I have been sort of sitting inside a semi-private room, staring at each other and talking about what I ate yesterday
[ezcol_1third] THIS IS MAH-KHAO-SOI, AS IN
I'm determined to get a life during this Labour Day long weekend so let me quickly leave you with this. Best. Damn. "Salad". You'll. Ever. Have. Period. Period. HOW COULD IT BE? OH WAIT, IT'S THE PORK. It's a recipe I developed for Food52's column "Half Way to Dinner", and initially I didn't write any measurements down because I wasn't sure how open you guys would be towards a "ground pork salad". But it turned out, a few request for it came in and so I made it again the other night
Let's all be honest here. Yes. Including those of us who say we love to cook, and would ferociously defend the legitimacy of home-making Turkish kofta platter, Taiwanese gua bao, or even Italian duck prosciutto, once in a blue moon at least, let's not kid ourselves. In practicality, the song and dance of travelling to exotic and exhilarating corners of the world through a dialogue in our own kitchen is, most of the time, only romantic in theory. At the end of the day, if you are any lucky, the flaming urge for such adventures mostly gets put out by a take-out menu amidst a stack of its own kind, that quietly settles in a kitchen drawer with can-openers and plumber-contacts. Authentic, or not authentic. Good, or no good. Doesn't matter. That's what normal people do. I used to be normal. Yes. I used to be normal in the sense that I too, raised healthy curiosity for all things exotic and delicious, which perhaps could even develop into a moderate ambition to dissect and tackle in my own kitchen. Perfectly normal and harmless because ultimately, just like any other sanity-abiding citizens,
Previously on Lady and Pups, the bloodthirsty 9-days marathon of recipe-massacre was mercifully ended by the heroic Jasmine green tea granita, thus temporarily closed the tormenting gap between culinary imagination and reality. But the narrative failed to mention the other type of food blog-limbo. One that's even more ill-hearted, ironic
Who here shares a rooted enthusiasm for heads raise their hands (