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.
Hey guys! So, I know most of you are probably elbow deep in a turkey right about now and could not care less about my classed-up trash food effort. But after the Thanksgiving dust has settled and you’re staring down the barrel of the holiday season, you’re going to want this Beemster Beefaroni recipe. Scratch that. You’re going to need it.
Today’s Crispy Pomegranate Beef Stir Fry is my idea of comfort food. When I was growing up, my mom made a lot of stir-fries. My entire family had an affinity for Asian flavors, so a good stir fry with a ton of ginger kept everyone happy. Full disclosure: my mom is a white lady from Prince Edward Island, so I can’t call the Asian food that graced our table “authentic”. But my mom definitely tried her best to do it right. She researched the crap out the cuisines she referenced, which was a difficult feat pre-Google. She also scoured Halifax for difficult to find ingredients. While my peers’ parents were weaning their households off of Hamburger Helper, my mom was attempting to recreate Thai green curry in her kitchen.
Ah! The pierogi. The perfect bite-sized, comfort food parcel. But as much as I love them today, these tender clouds of carb perfection were never part of my childhood. No, instead they played a vital role throughout my deeply embarrassing and economically fraught 20s. The frozen No Name pierogi was there when I simultaneously strapped for cash and time in university. The fresh pierogi was there when, in the midst of a rough patch to end all rough patches, my friend Paul invited me over to make the delectable dumplings with his Polish mama. And today’s Short Rib Pierogies were there when winter unexpectedly decided to call.