Sometimes I think about turning this into a cooking blog, but I never do it. In fact, I hardly ever blog anymore. I don't really know why that is, except to say that it's become easier to post updates on facebook or twitter, simply for the verbal efficiency. That all said, I like cooking Mexican and Italian food the most. What about you?
Lately, these are the cuisines that have filled our dinner plates. Tonight we had a kind of Italian-inspired stew. I can't say that it was any kind of Italian recipe. Really, it was kind of a leftover clusterfuck. Right before my daughter was born I'd marinated some bone-in chicken breasts in spices (oregano, cinnamon, chili powder, garlic, salt and pepper). I barbecued that chicken and with it we ate tacos, but I saved the bones and some of the chicken clinging to them (we cut it off, as opposed to gnawing it, just FYI) to make chicken stock. After my baby came her grandparents hooked us up with a bunch of food. But as they are wont to do, they bought a bunch of shit and did not use it. So I found in my kitchen 1/2 a head of cabbage, a poke of red potatoes, three yellow squash, and a few links of Italian sausage. With a little sauteed garlic and onion, I tossed these ingredients into my thawed chicken stock and let it simmer till the cabbage got soft. I froze that whole batch up. Today I defrosted part of it. I didn't want to have a really soupy dish (which was how this looked). So I cooked up some bacon and tossed minced onion into the rendered fat. Then I made with that bacon-grease-and-onion a roux. After sieving the stock from my soup, I tossed it in with my roux making of it a gravy which I then poured over the reheated veggie and sausage and (now) bacon medley and voilà: stew. I had a few leaves of leftover basil in the fridge which I sliced and used as a garnish.
This was pretty damn tasty, if not a summery meal. It's perfect Fall fare, and I think I'll defrost the rest of it for that when October comes around. For lunch we'd had my version of chicken pibil tacos, so altogether it was a pretty festive eating day. Fuck other kinds of writing, for now.