Recipes & Food-Related Ramblings
I’ve got a quick recipe for you today. And although I say “recipe” it’s really more of a concept. With the holidays approaching, we are all about to be inundated with family members, gifts, and leftovers. I know, leftovers are by far the least glamorous aspect of the holiday season but they are a reality we all have to grapple with. So, allow me to show you how best to grapple with leftover ham – Ham and Kimchi Quesadillas with Pomegranate Guacamole.
Ah, the cauliflower. Is there anything it can’t do? It’s the culinary understudy for so many things – rice, mashed potatoes, pizza dough, and even chicken wings. Or at least, that’s what Pinterest and the like will have you believe. There is no denying that the cauliflower is as magical as it appears but, let’s be honest, you won’t be mistaking it for a chicken anytime soon. No, the beauty of the cauliflower doesn’t lie in its ability to imitate, it lies in its ability to disappear. Shred-it, boil it, rice it, or fry it; unless you’re adding to a crudites platter, you’re probably doing everything in your power to conceal it. And you know what? That’s okay. The cauliflower is a blank slate, and that’s precisely why these Pomegranate Cauliflower Wings are so dang addictive.
The humble baked potato. Truly one of the food world’s most versatile vehicles. A blank canvas in terms of flavor but a textural powerhouse that leaves many of us hungry for more. Yes, there is a lot you can do to a baked potato. You can top it with all manner of things, you can turn it into a soup, and if you’re really fighting the keto trend, you can turn it into a bread. Uh-huh! You’re looking at a loaf of Baked Potato Focaccia. Three words I’m sure you never thought you’d string together but you’re probably glad you did. Well, maybe terrified is a better word. Can you be gladly terrified?
I know everyone is moving into holiday-mode and I get that the focus has shifted to the mashed potatoes of it all. But here I am, hanging out with my rice paper wraps trying to convince you you need them. It seems I have a nasty habit of breaking out the salad rolls when people are on the prowl for stuffing. But I think it stems from a holiday-related fear that I’m certain almost everyone shares: The fear of losing self-control around cheese plates, cookies and nog. Well, it’s not so much a “fear” as recognizing the inevitable.