Happy Year of the Dog everyone! You know this year is going to be good because when is anything associated with dogs bad? I’m not going to dig too deep into the subject of Chinese New Year because 1. I am not Chinese and 2. Google exists to serve inquiring minds. Instead, I’m going to focus on these Lamb Dan Dan Noodles because damn, I have a new favorite recipe. And, frankly, I refuse to associate it with a special occasion. It’s just not a fair context for such a comforting and satisfying dish.
When you’re a child, Valentine’s Day is simple. Get a card for everyone in your class and it’s smooth sailing. If you want to up the anti, tape a mini chocolate heart to each Valentine and you’re golden. But somewhere along the way, this non-holiday holiday gets a lot more complicated. Around Jr. High the cinnamon heart eating contests give way to tears, embarrassment, and general bewilderment. But why? How can a violently pink holiday have so much sway over our health and well-being? It’s kind of bullsh*t, right? So, by way of half-hearted protest, the only thing I’m doing this Valentine’s Day is giving you these Victoria Sponge Cupcakes. I made them appropriately cute but that is all. I’m no longer engaging in this farce.
People often ask me how I come up with recipe ideas. The answer is, rarely on purpose. Most of the time my brain just kind of throws an idea at me and sometimes I’m astounded. Maybe astounded isn’t the right word. Perplexed is probably more fitting. When my brain throws me a recipe, I’m often left wondering “Where did you find that? You don’t know anything about that.” Case and point: fish cakes. No, not the kind of fish cakes you find underneath tartar sauce or poached eggs. Believe me, I know ALL about those fish cakes. I’m talking about a very particular breed of fish cake. The kind of fish cake found in this Green Chili Fish Cake Pho.
I meant to have these Carne Asada Shoestring Fries ready in time for the Super Bowl. Since the Super Bowl is today, I’m willing to wager you already have your snacks figured out. Ah well. To be fair, you shouldn’t take football snacking advice from me. I am not a football fan. Heck! I’m not even American. I don’t know the first thing about the Super Bowl and, to be honest, I’m probably not going to watch it. But having said that, I do enjoy watching the food. There’s something quite exciting about seeing all the things people try to give the Buffalo wing treatment to.