Getting back in the swing of things after a vacation is tough, isn’t it?! Phew! I feel like I’m barely holding it together.
I’m currently spending all my free time watching episode after episode of Property Brothers on HGTV. I can’t stop watching. And it took me a million episodes to realize they’re twins. 🙁
Anyway! Just because 4th of July is in our past doesn’t mean summer is over. Oh no. This Pisco Sour recipe is refreshing, perfectly tart and the froth that lives on the top of the drink, makes the best mustache. All good things!
This recipe is on West Elm. And, if you stroll into a West Elm store, you’ll see a little stanchion with the recipe on it. FUN!
I’m doing a few more Peruvian recipes with them to promote their new fair-trade Peruvian items (I took a look at them and they’re really pretty!). To check out the recipe and the rest of the photos, check out their blog, Front and Main.
When I was a kid, Sundays always meant something was simmering on the stove. The day was filled with lots of food, playing outside, family; and the focus was always to enjoy the thing we never have enough of: time.
What you see pictured is the Sunday food of my childhood. It’s the dish my mom and dad would get started in the morning and let cook in the oven for hours and hours. The smell is intoxicating—it’s the smell of my mama’s homeland, and in turn the smell of Sundays growing up. The other day when I recreated it, I had forgotten for a moment what the smell meant to me; I missed home for a bit.
Last Friday I bought a $13 movie ticket, along with a small bag of $6 popcorn, and joyfully watched the new Jon Favreau movie, The Chef. I loved it! Sure, there were problems with the movie, like the relationship between him and Sofia Vergara (seems a little unrealistic) but whatever, I took the ride.
Not to give too much of the movie away but part of it was shot in South Florida, where I grew up the majority of my life and it made me miss home in a way I never do. I miss my family, but I rarely miss Florida. My meh-ness toward Florida can usually be summed up with one word: humidity.
Despite the excessive moisture in the air, Miami does have a vibrancy and energy that I really do love. And I love all the Latin people (and food) in South Florida. It made me want the food of my peeps. For as long as I can remember I’ve always been obsessed with this Peruvian Aji.
If you go into a Peruvian restaurant, most likely it’ll be on every single table. We eat it with everything. The ingredients can be tough to find. There’s usually a bit of black mint and fresh aji amarillos peppers in the sauce. So, in order to make it as assessible, I altered the recipe below to be as United States-friendly as possible.
Aji amarillo paste might be the toughest ingredient to find, though if you live near a Latin American market, it’ll most likely be there. It’s also online. If you can’t get a hold of it, you can always add a bit more jalapeño.