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Hi Reader, Come on, 'fess up. You think that stuffing is the star of Thanksgiving dinner. I know I certainly do. Sure, turkey is great. Smothered in gravy, it's even better. But it's the carb-loading of stuffing that makes me oh so happy on Turkey Day. I love it so much that in my cookbook, The New Portuguese Table, I offer up two stuffings for Thanksgiving. You'll find both at the bottom of this newsletter. Also, some of you were asking more about turkey stock. Here's a video I made a few years ago. I didn't have a recipe. I bought some turkey necks and chicken gizzards and tossed in stuff from the fridge and pantry. A great stock is really that easy. My Best Thanksgiving
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Hi Reader, There are dinners that encourage impeccable table manners.Shellfish is not one of them.Put a steaming bowl of mussels or clams in front of me and within minutes I’m using an empty shell as tweezers, broth is running down my wrist, and The One is quietly sliding another napkin in my direction. I know what I look like. I simply don’t care.The broth is what you came for, isn’t it?The mussels or clams open and spill all that briny liquor to whatever you’ve got burbling beneath them:...
Hi Reader, This is the time of year when The One and I begin negotiating dinner based almost entirely on darkness.At six o’clock in July, I can look at a salad and think, Yes, absolutely. How refreshing. At six o’clock in October, when the windows have turned into black mirrors, and I can see my own slightly disgruntled face staring back at me, lettuce feels like a personal insult.I want pasta.Not some delicate little tangle requiring tweezers and a degree from culinary school. Something you...
Hi Reader, I’ve always believed a roast in the oven makes a house seem more civilized than it is.The One and I can have newspapers scattered everywhere, a laundry basket glaring at us from the stairs, and absolutely no idea where I put my glasses. But slide a chicken, pork shoulder, leg of lamb, or gorgeous hunk of beef into the oven, and for an hour, we’re people who have our lives together.That smell has a lot to do with it.You know the one. Fat sputtering in the pan. Garlic and herbs are...