Monday, March 22, 2010
One of my best friends is Chilean. I met her when I was fifteen and for over a year I spend a lot of time at her place. Of course because she was my friend, but the fact that her mum made great food was a huge bonus. The amount of beef empanadas we ate must have been huge. And with that stack of empanadas, were the bowls of pebre. How I loved that salsa! At my friends house, it was usually made with a mild variety of chili pepper, so it was never a problem to bury your food underneath a pile of the pebre. One time they had a barbecue and I was piling the pebre on top of a piece of baguette, as usual, when it turned out that not my friends mum, but a friend of hers had made the pebre. She hadn't used mild peppers, but brutally hot scotsch bonnets. My gluttony was severely punished, and it took me an hour to recover from the burning sensation in my mouth.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Because of all the hard work I had to put in to obtain fresh coconut meat, I didn't want to put it in a blender to make coconut milk. Maybe some other time, but not today. I wanted to fully enjoy the coconut flavor and I wanted it to be still recognizable in the dish as coconut, not as a flaky or milky substance, like I was used to.
Never in my adult life have I bought a whole coconut. I remember my mother occasionally bringing home a coconut and then my dad had to open it with al kinds of tools (or maybe it was just one tool, I can't remember clearly, but it definitely looked like a lot of work). I guess that intimidated me a little into thinking that opening coconuts was a lot of work. Or at least required a lot of muscle (I also believed my dad was very, very strong) or tools.
Last week my eye suddenly caught a coconut in the supermarket. Of course they sell them since forever, but my intimidated-by-whole coconuts-mind probably just never really registered them. I would just buy canned coconut milk or desiccated coconut, but never a whole coconut. But this time it was different. I decided there and then, in the supermarket, at the fruit and vegetable section, I was going to buy this coconut and I would conquer this ancient and childish fear of cracking that nut!
Sunday, March 14, 2010
This is a ridiculously tasty salad! Nice and crunchy, with the freshness of the apple and sweetness of the raisins. Try this and you will not be disappointed (unless you really don't like cabbage, or carrots....or apple).
Saturday, March 13, 2010
For a while now I've been intrigued by Jerusalem artichokes. I have seen them lying around, but never got around to buying them. Last week I decided that I no longer would want to be intimidated by these little roots, and decided to buy 2 pounds. And then, of course, I started wondering...how can I cook them to perfection.
So I went on the internet and started snooping around for recipes. I learned that Jerusalem artichokes' (according to Wikipedia, also called sunroot, sunchoke, earth apple or topinambur) best friends are thyme and smoke. I decided to transfer my artichokes into a creamy soup. So this recipe is the result of my first experiment with these tubers. It has a soft flavor, which is hard to describe. I loved it, the boyfriend was not so much in love (but he doesn't like tofu either, so who are you going to believe?). So if you can get a hold of these tubers, you might want to give this soup a chance.