Both my grandmothers were excellent cooks. But at one home the food just always tasted better. The taste of the vegetables, fish, chapattis made at this home are unmatchable to this day. 177 more words
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Menudo runs in my blood. It actually makes up nearly half of my body. To pay homage to one of the most delicious meals ever created, here’s a simple recipe to insure a perfect bowl with just the right balance of spice, tripe, and hominy. 20 more words
Question to Italian sommeliers: If you were to be executed Monday morning, what's the one wine you drink Sunday night?
As Texas has BBQ nights and Denver has micro brew nights, Rome has wine nights. I attended a wonderful wine tasting last night called Vini Vulcano. 485 more words
Before coming to Korea, one of my biggest fears was that I was going to starve to death. Seriously. As a self-confessed picky-eater, I’ve been on a long road towards recovery: I grew up on a diet of plain pasta, frozen peas and chicken; the tomato-saturated taste of pizza was enough to make me gag until I was 15; the first time I touched a salad fork was in college; and when left with no choice but to dine at an international restaurant, I have always made every attempt to order the blandest, most Americanized thing I could find on the menu. 495 more words