One of the wonderful (i.e. infuriating) things about traditional dishes is pinning down a set recipe. Then there are those baffling steps that make you wonder why they are even done. In the end it comes down to whom you asked, which region they are from, and what they even like as to what information and advice they give you.
We were helping my sister-in-law move this weekend and it reminded me how much I consider myself fortunate that I didn’t have to do a lot of moving while growing up. Then I reached my early 20s and made up for all of that lack of packing, and sometimes it feels like I haven’t stopped!
You know you’re from California if you are a Mexican food snob. Yes, I know other states have a lot of Mexican influences in their cuisine, but that doesn’t mean it’s good. Just kidding! (not really)
My parents have fruit trees. They are prolific producers. We have fruit trees. They, too, are prolific producers. Great! Not so fast.
Ah, Great Lent. That multi-week period of time where every orthodox child develops a love-hate relationship with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.