It is one thing to take a cooking class and make wonderful food. It is quite another thing to actually replicate it once you get home. One of my favorite things we made in Hoi An was the papaya salad. We traveled from Vietnam to Cambodia to Thailand to Laos. They ALL had versions of this salad. Despite considering myself a risk taker and odd flavor lover, I really struggled with the fermented shrimp pastes used in most of the renditions. The recipe here is tasty, spicy, reminiscent of my favorite versions, and 100% void of rotting fish. Although fish sauce has its place in my heart, it is not in this salad.Read More
The enormity, organization, and appeal of Hong Kong is apparent the moment you exit your plane. Absolutely opposite of natural, physical New Zealand (where I had spent the last 3 months), Hong Kong is instead a powerful symbol of human achievement. Endless skyscrapers of every possible design with food and drink to please every whim or craving. It also boasts an impressive art and musical culture. The efficient movement of a huge population through an equally large space; Hong Kong is the physical manifestation of so many creative and confident souls. The week that I spent exploring doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of a city that evolves faster than anyone can experience it.Read More
While watching my father get remarried 17 years ago, I never thought that the tiny blonde ring bearer, my cousin Rebecca, would decades later be dragging me miles down a dirt road in Plymouth, Massachusetts to an idyllic restaurant in the woods. The brunch experience we had was what all the cool kids in San Francisco dream of while they wait 2 hours in line for day old NYC bagels. One of all-grown-up Becca's favorites, Rye Tavern is a dream property. Secluded in the woods nearby the Plymouth Plantation (where they dress up in 1700's garb and never break character), its set on a few beautifully maintained acres including both a flower and vegetable garden, outdoor patio, and huge heated outdoor bar. The building is old and stone, cozy with fireplaces and low ceilings, rustic wooden tables dotted with the bright colors from the gardens.Read More
We have had less time then expected on our cross country crawl for the finer things in life. Instead of leisurely meals, we found ourselves eating cold cuts at 75 mph while dodging semi's that seem to have an urgent wish to cuddle up beside us. It was on the third day of this quasi existence that we decided it was time for a proper meal. One where we could sit down at the same time and not worry about our cruising speed. We settled on BBQ and decided that it was worth detouring off I-80.
This is how we found some AMAZING BBQ. Big Mouthz BBQ is tucked inside an unassuming Irish bar called Kilkenny in downtown Davenport, in the lovely (humid) state of Iowa. I am not sure what drove us to find BBQ in a state not particularly well known for the cuisine, but I consider us lucky for being none the wiser.
Starving and ambitious, we ordered more then our fair share of food.Read More