Lost in Portugal, Part 1

The first meal in Portugal is whatever’s closest to the hostel. Flying into Porto from Madrid was no problem, but figuring out the metro system, finding the hostel, dehydration, sleep-deprivation––all help create a healthy appetite. The streets in Porto smell like grilled meats. At a local churrasqueira, you can watch a couple of guys sweat …

Notes from Madrid

One of the first things I ate in Madrid were the albondigas from a little tapas bar down the street from our hostel.  At first I thought it may have been some sort chicken mixed with pork. It tasted a bit like chicken parts too, hearts or liver, a distinct iron organ flavor. The sauce …

Vietnamese Pork Pintxo with Shrimp Fried Rice

I love and miss Vietnamese food more than anything else on this island, except for maybe Alaskan salmon or dungeness crab. The barbeque pork that you get in bun cha sometimes, or bahn mi, is sweet and aromatic. Put it on spicy fried rice with fresh herbs, serve it with cold glass noodles and nuoc cham with mint …

So Many Dishes, So Little Time

Sometimes I think my menu isn't big enough. There are hundreds, thousands of recipes I'd like to try but I've inadvertently developed a menu that people like. There are a handful of plates people would be sad to see go, though you shouldn't get too comfortable. It started years ago with the steak and mahi …

papaya thief in portland: updates from the west

Hi, it's been a while. Here's what's going on: When I get to work there's a list waiting for me. I fold my towels, set up my cutting board, start collecting all my tools for the day. I weigh out my mise en place. Flatbread, olive oil cake, vanilla, almond, and/or hazelnut ice cream. Chocolate …