I’m a terrible gardener. But people tend to think of me as the green-thumb type because I work with food. And I suppose a lot of food people are green thumb people, but I am certainly not one of those people. I think it all comes down to a general dislike of yardwork. I love being outside but weeding is not my idea of a good time. But what makes weeding better? Cooking something slowly and lazily on the BBQ while you work. Something like these Beer-Braised Chicken Tostadas with Schmaltzy Refried Beans. Oh! And a cold beer reward certainly doesn’t hurt.
Whole roasted cauliflower recipes have been making the rounds on the Internet for quite a few years now and for good reason. A head of cauliflower is not only strangely beautiful, but it’s also oddly satisfying. And on top of that, it’s pretty much a blank canvas. Nothing absorbs flavor quite like a cauliflower. I know it’s easy to distrust the deliciousness of cauliflower. The vegetable has been enlisted to play roles it was never meant to play. Masquerading as rice and even bread products, which are “close” to the real deal at best and disappointing at worst. But I promise this Roasted Cauliflower Rarebit will not disappoint you.
French fries are beach food. At least, that’s how I see them. You might think of them as diner food or drive-through food or carnival food. But to me, they’re beach food. I used to get them, doused in vinegar of course, from beachside canteens in my youth. To this day, I can’t set foot on a patch of sand without craving fries. The craving only intensifies post-swim. These days, I’m not clocking much beach time. I’ve mostly been working on my snow shoveling technique. But I can’t help but fantasize about the warmer seasons to come. And it was during one of these daydreams that these White Bean Chili Fries wandered into my head.
If you told me a year ago that I would miss a visit to my local pub the most, I wouldn’t have believed you. At the beginning of lockdown, I was too busy lamenting canceled vacations to give my favorite bar much thought. But, just a little over a year into this pandemic, here I am missing fish and chips and a cold pint more than my own mother…not really, but it is close. It really is the everyday indulgences I miss. Dawdling through the grocery store, meeting up with friends for a cocktail, or popping out for a meal on a whim. But we’re still in this mess, so the best I can do is turn my living room into a watering hole and serve the best pub grub I can muster, like these Poppyseed Pretzel Knots with Beer Braised Onion Queso.