Irish coffee is an exercise in simplicity. Too much fuss and it loses its character.
You want a strong punch of coffee, a lingering warmth from the Irish whiskey, a touch of sweetness, and some cream to bring it all together.
Tuesday, 14 March 2017
Monday, 13 March 2017
Quick & Easy Hamburger Soup
No matter what season, the chances are soup is a good answer to “what’s for dinner?”
It may be the answer on a cold and chilly day, or just when you have no other ideas for dinner and need something fast. Soup is warm, comforting and always delicious.
This hamburger soup is a quick meal when you need it, but that tastes like it has been tucked away on the stove for hours,
Saturday, 11 March 2017
Irish Brown Bread
My grandfather was born and raised in Ireland. Although he died before I was born, his Irish roots ran deep in our family. My father and uncles made regular trips to the old country to visit relatives and returned with plenty of amusing stories to tell.
In time, I made several journeys back to Ireland myself and developed a decided kinship to the land of my forefathers. Like every traveller, I was introduced to the full Irish breakfast accompanied by slices of brown bread slathered in thick slabs of butter.
I aspired to master the art of the Irish loaf, and this year for St. Patrick’s day, I’d like to share the results with you!
Wednesday, 8 March 2017
Red Quinoa, Arugula, and Feta Salad
Have you ever seen siblings who are almost identical but have different hair color? That’s what red and white quinoa are like!
The two are nearly identical in terms of flavor and texture — I think red quinoa is every so slightly chewier and nuttier — but one is pale and the other is a distinctive red brick color.
I like using red quinoa because it’s so striking, particularly tossed in a salad with baby arugula and creamy cubes of feta.
Tuesday, 7 March 2017
Fish Chowder
My first job out of college was in Boston, in the financial district downtown. My local friends did their best to initiate this wide-eyed Californian into New England traditions of every sort, especially food.
We feasted on as many menu items as we could afford at the Union Oyster House and the No Name Restaurant, and $5/lb lobsters I would buy from the Italian fish monger across the street from where I lived in the North End.
One dish I could never get enough of was “chowdah”. Clam chowder, fish chowder, seafood chowder, whatever, I loved it.
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