Touching base after the grand hiatus, from deep in Portland’s Autumn….I don’t remember much about our first morning back, after a dear friend dropped us off back home. We unpacked a little, hugged our gigantic cats, and after briefly debating passing out or if either of us had the energy to walk down the street to New Seasons, I hobbled into the kitchen, sliced garlic in what felt like slow motion, grabbed some dried chili peppers, and put on some water to boil for the capellini I spotted above the fridge in the pasta jar. Continue reading
One place I keep in my rotation no matter what is Fubonn, an Asian supermarket on SE 82nd just south of Division, because inevitably, I find the need for lemongrass, coconut milk, fresh tofu and kaffir lime leaves in my life. I used to routinely make stir fries, fried rice and scrambled tofu with all the random, glorious vegetables I didn’t quite know what to do with from the market, and they still occur, but it’s now from-scratch, regional curries that inspire my dinner table (with Chiang Mai-inspired Jungle Curry in progress for this very evening).