Showing posts with label stew. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stew. Show all posts
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Portugese Aletejana: A Bold Dish of Pork & Clams
As melodious food pairing names go, "pork and clams" just doesn't have the same ring as, say, "champagne and caviar," "wine and cheese," or even "peanut butter and jelly." But don't be put off. The poetry on the plate that results when these two ingredients come together in one dish more than makes up for its slightly clunky name.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Chicken & Pork Posole with Avocado, Radish, Cilantro & Lime for the International Incident Mexican Breakfast Party
Welcome to this month's International Incident Party, hosted as ever by our plucky foundress, Penny aka Jeroxie. Having recently posted machacado con huevos, or Mexican dried beef with egg, I felt a bit silly when I found out that the August theme is Mexican breakfast! If only I had remembered, I would have saved that post, as that dish is one of my new favorite things. But no matter: That's why they call these things challenges, after all.
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breakfast,
chicken,
entrees,
International Incident Party,
Latin American,
Mexican,
pork,
stew
Friday, January 15, 2010
Laganophake: Roman Lentil & Red Wine Stew
If your entire idea of ancient Roman food and eating habits was formed by Caligula, then this healthy, hearty, and downright sensible lentil stew will certainly challenge that assumption. And if you're thinking, "Laganophake? That sounds Greek. Who is she kidding with this Roman stuff?" you get a gold star! Although this is a traditional Roman dish, its origins are Greek.
But wherever it comes from, this lentil stew has definitely withstood the test of time. The fragrant spices, wine, and onions come together to lend a subtle sweetness to the earthy flavor of the lentils; somehow it tastes simultaneously of the past and present.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Spicy West African Style Greens & Peanut Stew with Fufu
My first exposure to African food was Ethiopian cuisine, and I was hooked from the first bite. This was many years ago, at the now-defunct Blue Nile Restaurant in Baltimore. At the time, I could barely boil spaghetti and had certainly never heard of anything as "exotic" as ghee or injera. The rich heady flavors and brand new smells, spices, and textures were entirely mysterious and magical to me.
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