by Bianca Garcia on May 16, 2012
Chocolate, meet Beer. Now go mingle together.
I’ve said before that I’m not a huge fan of most beers, but when I hear the words Chocolate and Beer Pairing, guess what: I become an instant, converted beer drinker.
I never would’ve thought of pairing chocolate and beer – it’s not as popular as chocolate and wine – but surprisingly, the two actually go well together.
Not surprisingly though, my favorite pairing includes the sweetest beer.
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by Bianca Garcia on May 12, 2012
We were on a train from Milan to Venice, and I had just finished reading Alone in the Kitchen with an Eggplant. I passed the book to my parents and my mom picked it up. She read Marcella Hazan’s story, Eating Alone, where she waxes poetic about dining solo. And anchovies. And sardine sandwiches.
We talked about Marcella Hazan for a little bit, me and my Marcelia. Marcelia is my mom’s name, and I’ve always thought of it as one of the loveliest names in the planet. And her the loveliest woman of all.
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by Bianca Garcia on May 9, 2012
A few months ago I whipped up a balsamic dressing so good, it made cabbage sexy.
Okay, okay, so maybe my cabbage didn’t turn out to be Bradley Cooper or Ryan Gosling, but you know what I mean – it turned something drab and boring into a dish that’s pretty exciting (to my tastebuds, at least).
I figured, if it can help cabbage (cabbage!), then it can also probably sexify one of the most bland things in the world: tofu.
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by Bianca Garcia on May 5, 2012
One glance at the sign outside the glass doors. One look at the sparse interior, and the row of condiments at each table. One word of Tagalog floating from the next table’s conversation, then two, then three, then full-on sentences in my native language. One whiff of the adobo, and the steaming white rice, and the sizzle from the sisig. And suddenly, I felt like I was transported back to the Philippines.
I’ve been to JnJ Turo-Turo before, and this was my second visit. My first time was with my Filipino friends, and while we criticized some of the dishes (isn’t is always like that? You’re always most critical of the things that are closest to you and that you’re most familiar with?), we cleaned our plates to the very last butil (grain) of rice.
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