Easy Morning Migas

I liked to dish this up on a lazy sunday morning when G and I just want to do the wordle and read. I actually learned this dish from him, and ate it for the first time when we went to CDMX in 2019. Sometimes I'll throw in black beans, or punch it up with gochujang, but this is the basic recipe which puts an emphasis on cooking the eggs and tortilla strips first.

Red Pepper Pasta

updated: 1/6/24

I love tomatoes. A LOT. Sometimes raw with just a little salt on top. But marinara sauce done over and over feels stale now and then. This is why I'm subbing it out completely for another member of the nightshade team: red bell pepper. 

Top 10: March

while packing I discovered we have a museum of balsamic vinegar

Between moving and SXSW smack in the middle, this month got away from me. I had to trawl my phone photos to remember just where I went and what I did. I take a lot of photos for this very reason.

Tomatillo Yuzo Kosho Tsukemen with Pan-fried Mushrooms

Freshly returned from Austin, I was obviously very inspired by tex-mex flavors when making this dish. I had my first birria ramen from a food truck called Los Danzantes and realized the intersection between Japanese and Mexican flavors can actually make a lot of sense. Enter Tsukemen: a dipping ramen where the noodles are served cold with a warm side of broth. With the looming heat of a NYC summer in mind, I take shortcuts so as not to have to spend a lot of time over a hot stove, while also delivering a lot of refreshing acidity in this preparation. 

Dining Out: Launderette

The Sunday come-down after the fun-but-intense music marathon that is the SXSW pushed me to seek refuge in a meal that might pull me back into active consciousness. I was alone after the band I was staying with left that morning and while I wasn't too hungry, I was on a mission to put some vegetables in my taco meat-soaked body. Launderette was in walking distance of my airbnb and to my surprise their menu revealed very reasonably priced veg options. I jogged over to prevent the unseasonably cold weather from discouraging me, the neon pink sign drawing me to the washateria-turned-restaurant from blocks away.