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Hi Reader, I used to think comfort food had to come from home—my home, specifically. A place that smelled like garlic and rendered fat, where the air shimmered with anticipation and maybe a little guilt. But lately, I’ve been letting my comfort get a passport stamp. How to Find Comfort in Global Flavors
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Portuguese Pork & Clams | Porco À Alentejana⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.77 from 43 votes
This combination of Portuguese pork and clams, also known as porco a Alentejana, is a superbly comforting and oh-so-satisfying dish of marinated pork shoulder and briny clams in a white wine and red pepper sauce.☞ Try This RecipeAuthentic Vietnamese Pho
Vietnamese pho is a soup made with a beef broth rich with ginger, onions, star anise, fish sauce, and onions. Into that go rice noodles, beef, scallions, bean sprouts, and fresh herbs.☞ Try This RecipeMalvani-Style Chicken Curry
The many spices used here add aromatic warmth and heat to the chicken. I like this with very little sauce, so it’s ideal served with any flatbread but feel free to serve it with rice instead.☞ Try This RecipeMoroccan Meatballs ~ Kefta Tagine
These Moroccan meatballs, or kefta tagine, are made with spiced ground beef or lamb, and bathed with a buttery saffron-cilantro sauce.☞ Try This RecipeSlow Cooker Pork Posole⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ 4.72 from 21 votes
Slow cooker pork posole is sorta a cheater's version of authentic Mexican posole, a stew of sorts made with pork, hominy, onions, garlic, and all the traditional toppings. About the only thing missing is the constant need to tend it on the stovetop.☞ Try This Recipe |
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