Speaking of onions, her recipe also calls for a “Spanish onion.” I don’t know what that is so I played “Despacito” while they simmered and hoped that would do the trick.
A new Fancy Pasta Bitch post is always a joy.
Pasta alla Lonely [Fancy Pasta Bitch]
This New Yorker story by Lauren Collins on the racist history of a barbecue chain was super interesting to read. My vote: nope, it’s still not okay to eat there. But do read the article!
Collins opens her piece with an anecdote about Kathleen Purvis throwing down the claim that “men are the new carpetbaggers of Southern food writing.” Purvis’ piece at the Bitter Southerner is also a great read; she really does know how use a snappy line (and makes some highly valid claims).
(Also: yes, sorry about the title of this post.)
The food at Kissa Tanto really is as good (and as interesting) as The Globe and Mail says it is. The yuzu cream dessert is to die for!
And, the bill comes with a bonkers little haiku for you to take home and stick on the fridge.
There are many reasons I’d love to re-visit Nashville: the music, the bars, the three-pairs-for-the-price-of-one cowboy boots. Hot chicken (and male tears) have now been added to the list.
The Burning Desire for Hot Chicken (The Ringer)