If you’ve grown tired of your hard-boiled egg options, this year I’m offering you an updated local take on the retro egg salad sandwich. Enter: smoked salmon.
While they may appear fancier and fussier than their larger counterparts, baby potatoes are, in my opinion, quite a bit easier to work with. They cook much more quickly than full sized potatoes and don’t need to be peeled or chopped.
Soft-boiled eggs have been making a culinary comeback in recent years, like a vintage classic given new life. However, home cooks tend to be as intimidated of them as poached eggs. I get it. I’ve been intimidated of them my entire life.
This year, I decided it’s about time I made a St. Patrick’s Day dessert featuring Irish Cream. This boozy, decadent pie is made more with the adults in mind. It all begins with a chocolate graham cracker crust.
Street tacos are, and always will be, my definition of a taco. The tiny tortillas are always corn, never flour. They are heated until pliable on the hot flattop or charred over open flame, then kept warm so that they steam together and become so soft that you have to serve them up in a double layer, two per taco. The meat is always well-seasoned, smoky and acidic, with a little char on the edges of each bite.
I’ve long been a fan of cornmeal in sweet preparations. It’s a habit I picked up from my grandmother who loves to bake fresh blueberries into her buttery cornbread. Today, I’m offering you some delightfully moist cornmeal muffins with blood orange and rosemary.
When it comes to sexy food, figs are often ranked near the top, along with finer cheeses, like a nice goat cheese. I’ve brought both together on this burger. And when choosing the greens for this, I went for the intricate, peppery arugula. This burger is unexpected and complex, beautiful to behold, as I find is also true of the very best love stories.
When contemplating what might make perfect football food for this year’s Super Bowl, it occurred to me that chicken wings with a tequila lime glaze might be ideal. Because, in my opinion, the best wings are spicy, salty, sweet and acidic in just the same way that these margaritas are. Turn on the big game, invite some friends, and pass out the napkins. It’s wing time.
I have always felt that citrus season comes at exactly the right time for Alaska. The blood oranges, tangelos, and grapefruit show up in plentiful number at the market and bring their sunshine with them, bottled up inside. Each year I anticipate that surprising juxtaposition when the dead of winter is bombarded by the juicy flavors of warmer places and that undeniable, sweet acidity. I spotted a recipe for pristine white coconut panna cotta topped with a glimmering grapefruit gelee and knew I had to try it, as it reminded me so distinctly of the wintry Alaska landscape brightened by the warmth of citrus season.