There's nothing seasonally appropriate about this recipe, nor, I'm guessing, does it seem particularly like a traditional Po' Boy you might find in New Orleans. I have to admit that it's a bit of a creative outlier. But if you trust in the genius of making your own seasoned cornmeal and a homemade remoulade, you will be rewarded with a ridiculously crunchy, flavorful and satisfying sandwich. Connoiseurs Veg's recipe for Cornmeal Crusted Tofu Po' Boy Sandwiches comes together quickly enough for a weeknight dinner and I promise - will become a staple in your house on Meatless Monday...or any other day of the week.
What sweeter Sunday could there be than Valentine's Day? Whether you're celebrating yours with friends, family or just sleeping in, here's to hoping it is full of love. You'll find me where I most like to be: In the kitchen, side by side with the light of my life.
In the depths of winter, when comfort is the name of the game (or the best looking thing on a menu), there's nothing quite like pillowy gnocchi in a flavorful sauce for supper. My obsession with these texturally elusive dumplings began with Kefi's sheep's milk dumplings with spicy lamb sausage and feta in New York City and continued into my kitchen not too long after.
You might be perfectly fine with a thin pour from a brown bottle, or you might have fallen in love with the dense, dark chocolate coconut version sold at your local grocery store. Like your first romance, you'll always think of them fondly, but this recipe might be The One you always keep.
There's something calming about a weekend morning spent with a good, strong pot of coffee and light reading material. But if you've had a busy work week, or perhaps just a cloudy mind for one reason or another, getting outside can be a little salve for the soul. Coming back to a clean home and kicking your feet up feels practically indulgent! Here's what's on my reading list after today's big hike just west of Seattle
It might feel like a stretch too far to call a stock base a game-changer, but trust me: It is. Perhaps, like me, you used to wince at a recipe that calls for 2 or more boxes of liquid stock, anticipating heavy grocery bags with broken handles. Or, possibly, you've been known to collect vegetable scraps in bulky freezer bags, only to later make homemade broth that seemed inconsistent in flavor.
I'll be the first to admit I've been a little absent these past few weeks: Every once in while, I bite off more than I can chew (pun intended). Generally speaking, these times are immensely productive, but can also be disruptive. so I hope you'll allow me to belatedly pull out my virtual 'pardon my dust' sign.
To say that I have a sweet tooth is an understatement. Genetically speaking, I'm like a dietary clone of my grandmother. Well into her nineties, she carries a small piece of chocolate in her sweater pocket at any given time "just in case."