Serendib Kitchen

(Continuing from previous post, last post in sequence). So after all that, I needed a dessert for the refugees, right? I was originally going to make polvorosas (Venezuelan shortbread cookies) with the kids, but our schedule didn’t really work out for that. And I was really intrigued by a dish called majarete — sort of […]

I admit, I haven’t been really paying much attention to the Venezuelan refugee situation. I don’t always follow the news, and especially in the summer, when I’m not teaching, I’m not generally listening to NPR on a commute, etc. I’d seen a few comments on local community groups, but it was only when I saw

(Continuing from previous post) It’s nice to have accompaniments to the meal, and one dish I know I love is fried plantains, platonos maduros. I figured at least some of the refugees would love them too. Platonos maduros is eaten all over South and Central America, with regional variations — in Venezuela, they like to

(Continuing from previous post.) This was an easy dish to make for the refugees — I wanted a Venezuelan salad to go along with the pollo guisado, rice, and beans. (Oh, I’m not going to detail making the rice, except to note that I used both of my big pots AND a rice cooker. )

I don’t really think of myself as an inventive chef — most of what I do is just trying to find and share great recipes, with perhaps a little refining to my tastes. But I admit, I’m pretty proud of the flavor combination in the Dragonfruit Nebulae chocolates. Kavi and I both find these addictive,

I think I just call these chili-chocolate roses in the shop, but I feel like they want a name. Fiery Love? Burning Love? Blazing Love? Although it’s just a hint of chili, really, so it’s not so fierce as all that.  

I thought I needed some better product photos, so I tried to take some while making the items for last week’s flash sale. Passionfruit marshmallows.

Very occasionally, I have time and energy to cook like I used to. Which isn’t really about time, per se — more mental space? For the last (many) years, I feel like I’ve been running on a little mental treadmill, slightly panicked all the time. Small children, then cancer treatment, then pandemic. I need my

The marshmallows are put to bed, and so am I. G’night, peeps!

(It’s late; I may be gettting a little punchy.)