Unless you’ve been living under a rock, you know we’re messing up our planet. Real bad. Overfishing, deforestation, carbon emissions – the list goes on – all contributing to a seemingly intractable peril we’re hurling toward at a blinding speed. It’s daunting. But there’s a solution. What if I said that eating a vegan Reuben made a difference?
Hear me out.
Spain gave Argentina more than a language and unibrows; it gave us fish pie. The real name of the dish is ‘empanada gallega,’ or ‘Galician empanada,’ owing to its origins in Spain’s Galicia region, a place from which Argentina welcomed many immigrants, including my grandmother. What the dish gave me was a hope to get through high school. Continue reading
I respectfully nicknamed my dog Chichu, short for Cicciolina, the ’80s Italian pornstar-turned-parliamentarian who was notorious for – among other things – flashing her boobs during media interviews.
My dog’s real name is Annie, at least that’s the name she was given by the people who rescued her. She was brought to Massachusetts by a fantastic, all volunteer-run organization called The Great Dog Rescue. Annie was found in an abandoned house in Mississippi, nursing a litter of puppies and some kittens. Yes, nursing kittens. When I heard that story, I thought, this must be a very special dog.
Annie was emaciated, and she was not real pretty. Her nickname occurred to me when I met her and saw her teats, engorged with milk, stretched down to the ground. I kept thinking, man, you look bad. Those things are everywhere, swinging this way and that for everyone to see.
“You are worse than La Cicciolina,” I told her. Continue reading
It’s this guy’s fault. Kinda.
The first and, sadly, only time I visited Lisbon – some 10 years ago – I really enjoyed the food. Maybe a little too much. I had traveled there with my friend Teresa to speak at a translation symposium. The night we arrived, I ate an unforgettable appetizer of clams cooked in garlic-infused olive oil with a hint of cilantro and fresh lemon juice. It was sublime. Continue reading
Lee and I at a Hindu temple in Trichy at sunset
Before we finally met in person on a muggy March morning at an airport in India, Lee and I spent countless hours on email and on the phone working on short videos for my previous employer, Accion. When I got the chance to go on a shoot with Lee, I was excited to spend time with her and see if she was as cool in person as she had been virtually. Not only was she an amazing travel companion – curious, energetic, adventurous, fearless – but, as I would later find out, she’s also an incredible cook.
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I’m a closeted vegetarian, which for someone who grew up in Argentina eating good-quality beef on a regular basis is…well, unusual.
But over the last few years I’ve grown more conscious about animal welfare and have had the luxury of being more selective about the food I eat. The other day I was chopping a big hunk of beef for a stew and realized, with a pang of horror, that I was cutting a piece of an animal that had been dead for days, and had probably had a miserable life. The thought grossed me out and made me feel guilty.
Call it what you will—weakness, grandiosity, granola-crunchiness. It made me uncomfortable. So I decided to try being vegetarian for a week. The experience went well. I felt pretty self-righteous, even when I accidentally ordered a BLT and only remembered I was supposed to be vegetarian after finishing the meal and realizing how good bacon tasted. Continue reading
I did not need another hobby. But it happened. Despite my initial resistance to even trying to make sourdough bread, I fell for it. I suppose most people do. It all began with my friend Chris Hayes’s enthusiasm for the craft and, of course, with Alfred: the sourdough culture that he –and subsequently I – inherited to make this magnificent bread. Continue reading
Chile’s wine industry is internationally known; the food…not so much. So, when I traveled to Santiago for work recently and had a couple of days to spare, I took a cooking class.
I found the class on the internet. It’s run by a company called Uncorked Wine Tours, which, as the name indicates, organizes wine tours. They recently had the brilliant idea to start a cooking workshop. Continue reading
I’ve been thinking a lot about my recent trip to Myanmar lately. It might be that to a South American like me, this Buddhist nation seemed like a different planet. Or perhaps winter is coming and I’m just craving some soup. Whatever the case, I came back from Myanmar determined to make a dish I spent a significant amount of effort trying to learn: coconut noodle soup or, in Burmese, Ohn-Not-kaw-Swe. Continue reading
A few years ago I spent New Year’s in Santa Inés, a small Mexican town of about 500 people in the state of Michoacán. The experience was fascinating, and I came back with a recipe that I make almost every time I crave something crunchy and vinegary, or when I miss Mexico. Continue reading
Cooked in: Allston 