Your SE buddy here, dksbook (that would be me), won the "Grilling Grates from the Fifty States" recipe contest over at The Other White Meat Problem is, they need a photo of the dish, and I don't have a good camera. Anybody here willing to make and take a photo?
Since my own mother couldn't cook worth a damn, I will tell you about my mother-in-law's food love:
Fried chicken breasts, bone in
Mashed potatoes
Cream gravy
Fresh green beans with bacon
Biscuits
Sweet iced tea
Chocolate meringue pie
Mesquite slow-smoked brisket, cold salads and pitchers of margaritas. Chocolate cake.
San Antonio has got to be it. In addition to our infinite (not too much of an exaggeration) large and small restaurants, tamale factories, semi-permanent gordita and barbacoa stands, our mobile corn roasters, our panaderias, molinos, and fruterias; we have brilliant high-end "Mexican" restaurants that serve both Tex-Mex and Mexican specialties. I would venture to say they may even satisfy the description "gourmet" and be lushly designed and decorated with attentive professional servers and bars serving $120.00 tippy-top-shelf tequila shots.
But my favorite place of all is Picante Grill on Broadway. Try the Chile en Nogada.
Pork loin pot roast with white wine, dijon mustard, garlic, onions, thyme and cheap-ass canned mushrooms, finished with cream and butter.
In the summer, a good Texas strip steak, grilled over mesquite with salad from the garden and garlic bread, accompanied by a good California cab.
Wow, this subject gets my blood boiling. It is one thing to support the farmer's market movement, and another to actually work to make the movement accessible to real, normal, average Americans who work full-time, have kids in ballet and soccer and band, must do their own laundry, mow their own grass, and fill out their own IRS forms, and pay for gasoline at $4.00 a gallon.
It's pretty hard to force yourself out of bed at 7 AM on a Saturday morning when you hit the rack at 11:30 PM after the kid's soccer game and post-game team pizza party, to get yourself to the paltry farmers' market in my town (San Antonio) offering, if we are lucky, at the height of summer, maybe 10 vendors offering about the same thing.
Of course, I can drive the 80 miles to a much better one in Austin (with about 20 food vendors), but that uses up about 3-4 of those $4.00 gallons of gas ( my car gets about 40mpg).
Then, there's the CSA I joined this year. I have to drive only about 10 miles to pick up my veggies, but I won't get any until mid-May at the earliest, and it's over in early October. It took two years of calling and writing to get the farmer to deliver to my city at all.
Pollan and Waters (whose restaurant I have enjoyed on visits to the Bay Area) should spend their time, their money and their prestige making sustainable agriculture work for middle America, instead of chiding us for spending money at that team pizza party. Help us out here, y'all, instead of making us feel even worse about things we have no control over.
Stephen Colbert's not exactly a talk-show host, but he's who I'd like to have a pizza with from Regina's in Boston's North End. I would love to talk to him about the current pope, Hillary Clinton, and what basketball team he likes for the championship.
Uruguay, Alsace, Thailand
Here in South Texas, we often serve Capirotada on Good Friday.
pastrami and extra-seedy rye bread.
My Korean wedding banquet. OK, she had help, but I know her food and her organizational skills and so I can confidently say, she prepared this meal. And it was amazing and I will always remember it.
Mom rarely puts her heart into cooking. About twenty years ago, though, she prepared meat fondue -- that was great fun! And most memorable. Loved cooking my beef and chicken in the hot oil at the table. She also allowed all of us to make our own assortment of dipping sauces. My brother mixed grape jelly with godknowswhat. We all laughed. It's a shame we never had it again.
Her cooking and baking was so phenomenal, it's impossible to choose. She was always trying new recipes, especially from Julia and Jacques. I loved her pies and gratins.
My mother makes homemade ravioli and Italian spaghetti suace and meatballs to die for. She's Sicilian
Stuffed artichokes smothered in tomato sauce.. YUM.
The most memorable meal was when I was sick as a kid- it was very simple- cinnamon toast and soup. As an adult it is the best comfort food.
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