Cooking with Murray
Indian food is one of my favorite cuisines, second or third to Mexican and Szechuan, but I haven’t really tried making any. I had some lentils left over from making my grandmother’s lentil soup (which is for another post), and some spices from making pastilla (a Moroccan savory/sweet pie that I might make again and write about when I do), and so I figured I’d give dal a try. Continue reading “Dal Palak”
Piccata supposedly means “annoyed”, according to Wikipedia, but not trusting Wikipedia, I checked WordReference.com, which informs me that “piccare” (the verb of which ‘piccata’ is the past participle) means “to pretend to be good at something”. I don’t know what this chicken is annoyed at or pretending to be, but it is definitely delicious. Continue reading “Chicken Piccata”
Way back when I was just a little bitty boy, my grandmother would make chicken soup. “Big deal”, you say, “everyone’s grandmother made chicken soup”. Well, this is really good soup, for one, and for two, it somehow involves tomatoes. Not good if you have a nightshade allergy, sure, but delicious otherwise. Continue reading “Chicken Soup”
I admit, this one isn’t an old family recipe. I was inspired to make this by, of all things, The Sims 3. And not my first playthrough, either — I didn’t make this until at least 2011, probably later. It’s quickly become a staple, though. I mean, pasta with bacon, eggs, and cheese? What’s not to love? Continue reading “Carbonara”
When I was a wee bairn living in Queens, my great-aunt Katie lived in Flatbush, and not far from her was a baker that made excellent semolina bread. Aunt Katie is in a home now, and I have no idea if that baker’s still around, but I still remember the bread, and I still have a soft spot for semolina bread. Since I have all this sourdough starter lying around, I figured I’d try my hand at it. Continue reading “Semolina Sourdough”
I’ve been trying to use the pressure cooker I received as a gift over the holidays more. It’s an interesting device. It does pretty impressive things with meat, tenderizing it like you wouldn’t believe, but it’s not all good. Continue reading “Pressure Cooker Chili”
I first made sourdough about 10 years ago, I want to say, from a starter my friend Dale gave me. I kept that starter for about a year and made bread from it all of once. It was really good bread, but I never felt I really had time to make it. My friend Kat from work gave me some starter last week, and I thought I would try it again. Continue reading “Sourdough”
I really have never seen stuffed artichokes outside of my mom’s side of the family. I remember the Frugal Gourmet having a “Jewish Stuffed Artichokes” from the Jewish Ghetto in Rome, but they were nothing like my family’s. They weren’t exactly special occasion food, but they were (and are) delicious. Continue reading “Stuffed Artichokes”
Mozzarella and ricotta were on sale at my local supermarket, which is the best excuse I can think of to make lasagna. This one I kind of adapted on my own from my dad’s “meat sauce” (kind of a Bolognese, but far less fiddly), with some techniques I learned from my college flatmate. It’s not traditional, but it’s tasty.
I’m a big fan of pico de gallo. It keeps for about 3-4 days (and is still edible for about a week, but the colors fade), so I’ll make it a few times a month to snack on, to cover tacos or burritos, to top a hamburger, all kinds of groovy things. Continue reading “Pico de Gallo”