And don’t get me wrong, those little oinkers taste better than anything else you deign to spend wood and fire on.
Flour, salt, yeast, water. That’s it. From those simple ingredients you can make delicious home-made bread. And you can even make it in under 24 hours.
The process is surprisingly relaxing, too. There are busy moments — like the end of the boil, when you are plopping clumps of hops in every few minutes, and when you’re trying to cool the once-boiling brew to below 80 degrees — but there’s also lots of waiting
But there’s no reason to start your cheese-making career with the culinary equivalent of a valve job when, in less than an hour, you can create killer fresh mozzarella in a process much easier than changing the air filter in your car.
We decided to make jam. Because nothing allows you to capture the flavor of summer sun, sumptuous fruit and even the smell of a scorching summer day like a homemade jar of jam, jelly or preserves. It’s magic. On winter’s nastiest day, one bite of summer’s fruit preserves magically breaks even the coldest spell.
I don’t have an adorable Italian Nona willing to walk me through centuries-old family recipes scribbled onto wisps of onion-skin — I’m not sure, but I’m pretty sure, that those only exist in Prego commercials.
It’s just bland. Straight up flavorless meat piled onto too-thin tortillas and covered in “guac.” This is not a popular opinion, but as a Hispanic person, I cannot stand idly by as this purveyor of subpar food dares to include the word “Mexican” in its name.
Real Mexican food is flavorful. It’s warm, sometimes spicy and a whole lot cheaper than a $9 burrito.
Bodega is actually the Spanish word for “warehouse,” which is why these stores are so much fun to visit. They are often overpacked, jumbled, intimate experiences unlike the overly manicured big-box grocers
When it opened five years ago, the L.A. Times described this single-artist museum as “nothing less than a marvelous model for what a single-artist museum can be. Virtually every aspect of it is designed to maximize a visitor’s encounter with Still’s often riveting art.”
The country’s longest continuous street, once called the “Wickedest Street in America,” by a real authority, Playboy magazine, is still long, but these days it’s much more diverse rather than depraved. Sure, there’s some shadowy stuff from the Capitol to the Anschutz campus, but the days of Sid Kings strip club, XXX theaters, speakeasies and parading prostitutes are pretty much just memories.