Tacos might just be the perfect food. Okay, so maybe it’s a little unfair to give them the title because they are endlessly customizable. You can put pretty much anything in them and on them and still call them a taco. And I think we can all agree that tacos al pastor and Baja fish tacos are two very different things. If we have to pop a perfect food crown on a dish, and I’m not saying we have to, I think we would have to choose a less adaptive item. Shepard’s pie might work because that can only be one thing. Or maybe we’d have to select a particular taco? Well, if we’re putting forward nominations, and I don’t think we are, might I suggest these Jalapeño Corn Fritter Tacos? Personally, I think they’re perfect food material.
Sunday is a strange day. On the one hand, it’s a day without work, which equals awesome. On the other hand, it’s directly adjacent to a day with work followed by four subsequent days with yet more work. So yeah, not great. This is why I struggle with the concept of Sunday night dinner. Given the work marathon that awaits the vast majority of us in the AM, is Sunday really the night to pull out all the stops and whip-up a table-cloth-worthy dinner? I mean, I get it from a scheduling standpoint. Most people have Sundays off and togetherness is important, so saving the big meal for a day when everyone can make it makes sense. But man, this is just not my reality. Most Sundays I just can’t even. And for Sundays like that there is this Cacio e Pepe with Shaved Asparagus Salad and Honey.
Woof! I’ve got to say, I’m pretty much crawling out of last week. The whole week felt like Winter: The Sequel. Massive ice storm? Check. Horrible flu? Check. Feelings of complete and utter despair? Quadruple check. Its been one shitty week and that’s all there is to it, but there is an upside. I learned that when you’re confronted with Winter: The Never Ending Story the only way to cope is with a casserole. And I coped hard with these Tuna Casserole Stuffed Shells. They might not be much to look at but they are the epitome of comfort food.
Look at the color of this Rhubarb Panna Cotta! Look at it! It’s seriously giving me life this week. Is it as grey and cold where you are as it is where I am? I hope not. I swear Canada is the worst at spring. We just can’t seem to pull it together. I mean, when you hit April, heavy snowfall warnings should be in the past. My parents woke up to 10 cm of snow this morning and I’m still defaulting to my winter coat everytime I work up the courage to leave the house. This isn’t April! I’m not buying it! But then, if it wasn’t April there wouldn’t be rhubarb and since we clearly have rhubarb, I’m going to have to accept that this is April. It’s still bullshit, though.