Monday, May 13, 2019
Sunday, May 5, 2019
I've had tamale wrappers and masa in the pantry for ages. Both things have been waiting in the back of my parents' cupboards for high-school-Amelia to finally come around to making tamales. In NM, we used to keep a couple bags of frozen tamales from Sam's Club in our extra chest freezer, and I loved that shit. I would pop a few in the microwave after school and burn my tongue while watching Lizzie McGuire or Sabrina the Teenage Witch after school. Sometimes I crave a tamale for just the masa dough.
Sunday, March 17, 2019
Friday, March 1, 2019
I had the worst charcuterie board this past weekend. I didn't even know that was something I would experience. I mean, whether we make them at home or pay $13 for one at a dimly lit restaurant that promises live music and doesn't let you sit in the main dining area unless you order a $24 entree because apparently drinks and apps are not a good enough $24 for a regular table.
Anyways, the charcuterie board was really just a Lunchable on a platter with normal pickles and jam. And 5 pieces of bread. Like literal mortadella and slices of baked ham. Do they not at least sell good salamis anywhere in Nashville?
Makes you really appreciate a charcuterie board done well. At Rusty's Southern for instance. That came with cracklin' and deviled eggs and pickled okra and grapes and pimento as well as thinly sliced cured meats.
Labels: eating san francisco