Driven by a lust for riches, the 16th-century Spanish conquistadores set out for El Dorado, a mythical kingdom of gold and plenty. What they found instead was Peru, and plenty of potatoes. And that turned out to be the real treasure.
Because I am someone who runs her life a million miles per minute, but still values the fruits of a home-cooked meal, the slow cooker is certainly a mainstay in my kitchen. Because of this favorite small appliance, my family gets to enjoy rich, hearty meals that taste like they’ve been simmering all day, even on those days when I’ve got just a few minutes to get dinner on the table.
A few years ago when I was out in Los Angeles visiting my family, my brother insisted we head to Canter’s Deli, an iconic Jewish deli that has been around since 1931. I am never one to turn down some good Jewish comfort food, and was thrilled to order a big bowl of matzah ball soup on a cool, rainy December night to share with my then 2 year old daughter. The bowl was filled to the brim with not only a larger-than-life matzah ball, but kreplach, rice and noodles. That’s right – it was a matzah ball carb fest, and it was glorious.
I don’t even know who is playing in the Super Bowl this year (Confession: I never know who is playing), but I know it’s coming up, and I love planning delicious party food. And I am pretty sure there are lots of other people who are just like me.
Some experts say that food isn’t love, but I disagree. The glorious memories I have of my mother’s chicken fricassee have everything to do with love. This dish of hers was beyond delicious, it showed she cared. We were brought up to believe that the wings were the best, most precious part of the chicken and here was this wonderful meal, basically all chicken wings. It couldn’t get better than that.
Brrrr, it’s cold outside. But we know exactly what you need to warm up: some spicy, hawaij hot cocoa.
For as long as I can remember, my mom always prepared the most delicious potatoes. She took red bliss potatoes, boiled them, and while they were steaming hot, she would douse them with a mixture of vinegar, fresh parsley and minced garlic. Only four ingredients, but those potatoes were to die for. Inevitably, she would serve them with her chicken cutlet (otherwise known to us as ‘milanesa’ in Spanish, or ‘schnitzel’ in German and Yiddish).
Summer Sundays are for yogurt parfait and long walks in the sun. But once the leaves start falling and the cozy sweaters are unpacked, it’s time to hunker down with pumpkin bread, pancakes and French toast on lazy, snuggly Sundays. After all, evolution says you need those extra calories for survival.
Is there anything more satisfying or comforting than a hearty, homemade bowl of chicken soup? Well yes, and it’s when your chicken soup was made in a crockpot and you didn’t have to do any of the hard work.
It’s cool outside, which means it’s time to break out the cozy sweaters and dust off your slow cooker.