With the holiday coming up, I’m craving what seems to be commonly dubbed Cold “Asian” Peanut Noodle salad. This is a great dish for a party, cook out or a potluck, Really, you never know who might show up at a party and this is popular with vegetarians and meat eaters, alike.
A gorgeous dish, it really should have a fancy name…a little wine, lemon and a handful of sun-dried tomatoes spark up gorgeous green beans, chicken and a few potatoes. Fingerling potatoes or Yukons are perfect but a red potato makes a great budget stand in. And everything is napped with that bright sauce. Shhh…don’t tell anyone how simple this dish is and they’ll think you’re a genius.
There are many names for this part cake, part pie dessert, and just as many recipes. A vague list of ingredients in my Irish Grandmother’s box pointed me towards it, and so began my search to find the particulars. Sometimes old recipes are like that, written I suppose, for the user and not some future progeny!
This is a kitchen basic, and on my blog not because it’s anything “special” but so I never have to pull out my recipe box and double check for the temperature and timing! I hope it helps someone else, too.
Way back when, around 1750, my French ancestor made his way into the Colonies. Watered down as they are, I think those French genes must be dominant. I have an absolute love of not only French food, but Cajun as well. It seems to defy my Midwestern upbringing.
If you’ve spent time perusing this blog, you’ve probably noticed a couple of things: I try to avoid a lot of additives in food and I really dislike waste. This little whipping cream hack helps me avoid both – I don’t have to resort to non-dairy creamer & I don’t have to worry about cream sitting open in the fridge with a potential for waste.
An obligatory visit to the Taco House in Arnold’s Park, Iowa is a long-standing tradition to those who flock to the “Iowa Great Lakes” during the summer. As one local said, “Crowds, mess, long lines and sometimes indifferent food served up by surly local teenagers in the middle of Northwest Iowa doesn’t necessarily give one hope of a culinary high adventure!”