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When I cook for you, the nice people of the internet, I obsessively weigh and measure every ingredient and take fastidious notes so that the recipe I put on the site is as close as possible to the recipe I put on the table. So when I cook for my family, I like to feel my way through a recipe – measuring sea salt by pouring it into my palm, adding herbs by the handful and stock by the jarful. I like to determine quantities by what I have on hand. If there are a lot of carrots and a little ginger in my kitchen, there will be a lot of carrots and a little ginger in the dish. [Read more…]
Summer soups are weird, I know. But when all the tomatillos or tomatoes or zucchini are ripe at once, soup can be a savior, especially if you find yourself with a string of rainy, not completely sweltering August days, where pants, socks, and real shoes almost seem like normal clothes to wear. But even on a hot day, the interplay of tangy tomatillos, velvety chicken stock, crispy tortillas, tender chicken, and herbs is pretty great. [Read more…]
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The world of ramen is one of extremes. At one end, there are the styrofoam cups and flavor packets that I grew up with. At the other end are the closely guarded secret recipes of the ramen shops that have, in the past few years, reclaimed ramen as a dish to be made carefully and from scratch. Between these extremes, though, there’s room for home cooks to make a seriously excellent bowl of ramen. These particular bowls feature spicy, incredibly tender braised pork shoulder, a rich broth layered with vegetables and aromatics, and a pile of highly slurpable ramen noodles. [Read more…]
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Italian wedding soup has confounded me for the longest time. Why would anyone want soup at a wedding? The thought of tiny splashes of broth on silk dresses and crisp worsted wool suits makes me shudder. Though it’s clear to me that weddings and a brothy meatball soup do not mix, I’ve always assumed the Italians, creators of so much deliciousness and Milanese fashion, know something I don’t.
And, it turns out, they do. There’s a slight mistranslation at the core – it’s not actually wedding soup, it’s minestra maritata – literally marriage soup, and represents the union of flavors, not people. [Read more…]