I'm interrupting the week long interruption of the California series to celebrate the second annual moving day pasta post. The moving day pasta is so much more than just pasta, it is the means by which one can procrastinate the inevitable packing or unpacking by using only the cooking utensils that haven't been packed and the ingredients that haven't totally rotted in the back of the filthy refrigerator cheese drawer to make some semblance of a last supper. It's kind of like Chopped (a show on Food Network that I DEFINITELY don't binge watch when I get my paws on cable) except that at the end no one gives me $10,000 and I still have to move all my shit.Read More
I imagine that when the Narragansett Indians consumed hearty stews of beans and corn they never fathomed that succotash might one day take the form and flavor of this dish. They probably also didn't imagine America might look as it does today, but that's a discussion for another time...
We have the Native Americans to thank for so many agricultural innovations that define what we eat today. Twinkies, obviously, and blasto butter popcorn. Everything with corn, really, amongst a slue of other crops that amount to more than 50% of the foods we grow in North America. Perhaps putting corn in practically all processed foods is just an homage to the Masters of Maize. I think not.Read More