I am a strong believer in the quick pickle. A basic understanding of salt to sugar ratios can transform the humblest, or even the saddest vegetable clinging to life at the bottom of your crisper. Alternatively, using this technique can elevate beautiful perfect produce to something even folks who aren’t particularly enthusiastic about peak season cucumbers perk up after trying one.
I probably should not have the audacity to provide anyone who does not live in a nuclear fallout shelter a recipe for guacamole. I get that. So, please feel free to redirect yourself to another entry on this website and try to forget my terrible trespass.
Unfortunately, there seems to be a paucity of legitimate local barbeque joints outside of the 808-area code which has led to my reimagining of classics. Making use of your broiler seems to consistently provide the same kind of satisfying results as a backyard hibachi or restaurant equivalent.
Ah, young and complicated love. There’s nothing quite like it, right? That sort of sweet, bitter heartache that feels insurmountable the first time it happens but years later brings wistful memories and maybe even a wry smile at the indulgency of youth?
This is not a throw together weeknight pasta. This is an audacious, lascivious, I-Can’t-Stop-Eating-This kind of pasta for nights that aren’t too warm to have the stove on for a while and lends itself well to helping hands in the kitchen over an interesting bitter aperitif.
The Moscow Mule has swept up the bar scene into a bit of a frenzy. One would be hard pressed to find a short form cocktail menu that doesn’t include some variant of the drink, but finding one as delicious as its potential is a difficult task.
We were in a pinch. Too many pineapples. If they weren’t consumed soon, they’d all go to waste. As anyone in this bind would do we took a trip to the city library and dug through the old archives to find a recipe that just might get us free.
Tiki beverages sometimes get a bad reputation for being frilly and juicy from people who just don’t know any better. The Jungle Bird is the cocktail that stands up in the crowd and says, “Just because I’m made with pineapple doesn’t make me a wimp.”