Paper thin soft chewy, Sonoran-style flour tortilla

[ezcol_1half] For a couple years now, I've been taking jabs at creating the perfect flour tortillas. Now, any conversation evoking the word "perfect" ought to be subject to a clearer definition, doesn't it?  So here is mine.  The perfect flour tortilla, in my view, should be unleavened (otherwise it's just a thin pita), translucent, thin but elastic, flavorful enough to be a standalone enjoyment, and above all else, embodying a soft chewiness that you could feel in between bites. It's safe to say that the recipes I used over the years didn't stray far from the typical ones floating around the internet, more or less, kneading flour, warm water (often ambiguous on the exact temperature), some sort of animal fat all together which is rolled out and toasted on a skillet.  Simple, yes, and those aren't horrible either.  Anything containing that amount of lard just can't be.  But in the end

Overnight Taco Meat and Dripping Tortilla Non-recipe

[ezcol_1fifth]-[/ezcol_1fifth] [ezcol_3fifth] This is an easy, and my first "non-recipe" that I'm leaving you with before heading off to Scotland on a hubby-forced whiskey tour. What's a non-recipe you ask.  Well, to my understanding, it means it's a general guideline of techniques that one can use to adapt to a variety of ingredients.  In fact, I wasn't really planning on publishing this as a post, as I was simply putting a random dinner together and mid-way through, thought that this is actually a great way of anxiety-free entertaining  so why not share it. So essentially, blah blah blah, what I'm talking about is this.  You take a big hunk of fatty cut of meat, in this case, beef short ribs, but it could be pork belly, whole duck, ox tongue or whatever available in other marvelous circumstances.  Then you leave this hunk of meat alone in its marinate for a good 12 hours, in this case, a red wine concoction, but it could be whatever bath of flavors that you could humanly imagine.  Then the night before you serve, you wrap it in foil and throw it in utter abandonment inside a low-heat oven and then, you go to sleep.  The next morning,

EASY MOLE-D BEEF TOSTADAS

[ezcol_1half] I have never been to Mexico. To clarify further, I have never even been close to any of the states next to Mexico except maybe LA, which I'm not even going to use as my pathetic credentials on real Mexican cooking which is to say, zero to none.  I've heard that Taco Bell is about as close to real Mexican food as fortune cookies are to being Chinese.  I've also heard that they don't actually "nacho" much over there.  Aside from that, Mexican food has remained quite a romantic mystery. But even though I don't know enough to say what's Mexican food, whatever it is, that tasteless borderline-inedible crap we were served with the other day near Beijing's embassy area, was definitely not it.  Given that it was a very hot day hence we weren't feeling particular choosey, we thought those more-than-a-handful patrons who were present during off-meal hours were a good indicator that the restaurant at least serves human food.  WROOONG!  I mean seriously, seriously, how inhumanly difficult is it to serve passable tacos to someone who's never had a real taco!  Not so freaking hard is it?  Why!? [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] We left the place feeling psychologically hungry.  The trauma only left me wanting more of what I've

VIETNAMESE Chả Cá FISH TACO

[ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] WE FOUND OUR WEAKENED FOOTSTEPS AT ITS TURQUOISE COLORED DOORWAY THE official statement is, that like all other celebratory spirits who paint golden eggs on Easter, play Frank Sinatra on X'mas and wash their faces with Buffalo wings on Superbowl, we the family of forever-festivity, ate tacos on Cinco de Mayo and danced to a whirlpool of margaritas this past Sunday. [/ezcol_1third_end][ezcol_2third] [/ezcol_2third] [ezcol_1third_end] But the truth, is actually far more exciting than that.  Over the past long weekend, a siege of timely but inconvenient stomach-flu had, and still is, rendering me immobile.  Timely, because someone, or something, has got to make me drop this bag of cookies immediately.  Inconvenient however

MEXICAN CHORIZO + GARLIC SHRIMP BURGER

"BOYS WILL BE BOYS?" What happens when you practice general lawlessness between a 6-pounds white prince who has, for his entire 14-years of life, consistently mistaken himself as a Magnificent Pit Bull, and a 26-pounds mutt boy who, constantly subjected to his ambiguous status in the house, has quietly developed some sort of combative inferiority-complex? Sibling rivalries? Boys will be boys? I don't think so

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