Recipe: Kale, Potato & Chorizo Soup | Caldo Verde

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Under the glimmering night skies of Portugal, lines of people snake through the streets, waiting for steaming hot bowls of Caldo Verde. This is the nightclub crowd. The night shift crowd. And the I-can't-sleep-again-because-I'm-thinking-of-him crowd. I was once a part of this group, wearing high heels until they ached. I was much too young to be out so late at night, but there was nothing like sizzling, steaming European street food to keep the evening's excitement alive, even at four in … [Read more...]

Recipe: Chorizo Rolls | Pão com Chouriço

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There are three ways to avoid the awkward party phenomenon. 1. You can get to the party early enough to snag a good seat on the couch. 2. You can bring a friend (it's a well documented fact that, if you have a friend at your side, you'll have someone to talk to when you don't feel like dancing, someone to laugh with when you do feel like dancing, and someone to make sure you don't do anything silly during the twilight zone part of the party). 3. Then there's these rolls. Oh boy. Show … [Read more...]

Menu: Portugal (& Giveaway)

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There's a Portuguese saying "A caridade começa em casa," or "Charity begins at home." And what better way, than with food? This is the time of year to cook for friends, friends of friends, and not yet friends. This is the time of year to burst into a quiet room with the scent of freshly baked bread. When the gray skies hang low, you can be the entertainment in your home, office, and community. For starters, you can make a lot of people happy with Portuguese bread - especially when stuffed … [Read more...]

About the food of Portugal

Castillo de Marvao, photo by Elemaki.

I'm not sure what I was thinking, but for some reason I had Portugal all wrong. I forgot about the impossible mountaintop castles, surrounded by water (and here's another). I forgot about turquoise waters that swaddle neon villages. As for the food? I didn't even have fish on my radar which is surprising, considering 1. most of Portugal's border is coastal, 2. We've cooked Portuguese inspired food before, including Grilled Prawns with Piri Piri from Angola. Hello. Overcoming my extreme … [Read more...]

Monday Meal Review: Poland

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I never expected a picnic to be so difficult. There's a Polish saying, "Bez pracy nie ma kołaczy," which means "Without work, there won't be supper." This was most definitely the theme of our week at the Polish Global Table. For starters, I spread out the cooking of each dish over the course of three days, slowly making each one when I could find the time. When I finally finished cooking, we took the apple pie to the park to share with friends. Keith didn't catch much of "the … [Read more...]

Recipe: White Cucumber Salad | Mizeria

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Misery. When I get out of a steaming hot shower in the icy heart of winter and frost settles onto my damp neck before I can towel off. When I eat too much food at the fair and go to bed immediately afterwards. When my feet are tired and hot after a long, long day but - for whatever reason - I can't take my shoes off yet. When I eat cucumber salad? I feel fresh. Happy. Not exactly miserable. But misery is the Polish name of this crunchy, creamy cucumber salad made with sour cream, dill, a … [Read more...]

Recipe: Polish Apple “Pie” | Szarlotka (with poll)

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We don't always do what's expected in my family. We laugh in the face of drama. We cry whenever happy. We eat pizza for breakfast. And we're generally 10 years out of fashion (note: I'll never slip into skinny jeans, so don't hold your breath on that one). P.S. We never had normal birthday cakes. I liked to have the unusual and highly troublesome (in the best possible way) German Tree Cake on my birthday. Half the time my brother Damien requested apple pie for his. If we were Polish, … [Read more...]

Recipe: Cheese & Potato Pierogi

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At any given moment I'm an arm's reach from my cellphone. It's not just a phone, it's a laptop, a GPS, and - when my daughter tells it "I love you" - a female voice replies with almost lifelike bashfulness "You are sweet."  Frankly, I'm frightened. That's why, when I receive mail - real mail, bundled up in cardboard and clear packing tape - I get so excited. Cardboard boxes don't talk back. The postage stamp doesn't double as a GPS when I'm fifteen minutes late for a show. It simply sits … [Read more...]