I threw a dinner party last night to usher in the holiday season. I love to eat, cook, entertain, all those good things. I throw dinner parties about once every two weeks and even hosted and catered my best friend's wedding.
On Sunday, I made the following, somewhat Christmasy themed meal:
What an insightful point. Its the everyday stuff we miss. I was in Japan recently (OMG, the food there is fantastic - and the best baked goods ever, I don't think even the French can outdo Japanese French baked goods). But they don't have a salad eating culture. I don't love salads, but its the start of most American meals. I really desperately craved one towards the end: dark, lefty arugula (do Aussies' call that rocket, idk), with a balsamic vinaigrette. In Japan its just tiny plates of pickles or should you go seeking for it, a plate of bland iceburg.
I would love to read your posts about cooking in India!
My Indian coworkers do love to go on (and on!) about the excellent mangoes they have there. As a mango lover, it leaves me wistfully yearning for the ideal mango that only exists on distant foreign shores. I stiffed a candle once that billed itself as "sweaty mango." I think my lip trembled from the intensity of my unfulfilled desire :P
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One day soon I'll write that blog about cooking :)
And yes, we do call it rocket, though fancier people refer to it as arugula ;)
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And yes, we do call it rocket, though fancier people refer to it as arugula ;)
What is it about arugula/rocket and its association with fancy pants people? Obama got into a food gaffe called "arugula-gate" when he complained about the price of arugula as a sign of soaring food prices. Arugula's not any more expensive than spinach in my supermarket, but it does have the whiff of elitism.
Btw, I had this for lunch on Wednesday at my local Indian vegetarian cafeteria - pretty sure its gobi manchurian rather than pakoras (and next to it... chowmein)
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