You can't go wrong with the Barefoot Contessa, you just can't; and that Charlie Palmer can whip up a mean citrusy Asian sauce.
Unfortunately, you can go hella wrong with bipolar disorder. You may have noticed a lack of recipe posts and an upswing in bullshitty posts, and it's because things are just weird and unstable around here. Y'all are awesome for getting into the non-foodie posts too, but don't think I haven't noticed and don't want things to get back to normal around here.
Tonight is not the night that will happen, though: it's late, and actively working to ...
When will smackdown get better?*
It's sad, really, because any dinner was bound to be a let down after last night's tomatogasm. I'm still reeling a little, and I spent the whole day cornering co-workers and forcing them to listen to me monologue about tomatoes as they nodded politely (the co-workers, not the tomatoes). Still, this dinner, taken from The New Best Recipe, challenged another one of my food prejudices: pad Thai.
It also made most of my block smell like fermented shrimp because I had all the windows open while I cooked, and for that I'm truly sorry.
*I'm trying, ...
I don't want to harp, really, but I do feel that I must state here again that I do NOT own a mandolin.
I finally got a copy of Jean-Georges Vongerichten's Asian Flavors of Jean-Georges, and immediately wanted pretty much everything in it. I was going to do the peking duck, because yum, but the directions instructed me to hang the glazed raw duck from a hook overnight in the fridge, where you've also placed a small battery-powered fan to keep air moving around the duck. Thanks for adapting that recipe for the home cooks with normal-sized refrigerators* at ...