The Dyke Kitchen: My Dad’s South Indian Gunpowder
I pick up some tips and tricks from my dad for making his gunpowder — a South Indian dal and spice blend that I love to sprinkle on rice, and is also great on salads, toast and most snacks.
I pick up some tips and tricks from my dad for making his gunpowder — a South Indian dal and spice blend that I love to sprinkle on rice, and is also great on salads, toast and most snacks.
On the evening when I was inviting my latest love interest to meet my last girlfriend, who is also one of my very best friends, it made perfect sense that I would grill for the fiery women involved in this queer occasion.
On this July 4th weekend, the only appropriate celebration of freedom is a repeat of Juneteenth. I’ve always had a festive and carefree association with strawberries, plus everyone’s bomb-ass strawberry Juneteenth desserts inspired me to make this cream cheese strawberry pie with a coconut cookie crust.
I don’t see it as a culinary failure to plan to have instant noodles for dinner. But before I get into my favorite ways to elaborate on, accessorize, perhaps even elevate a pack of instant noodles, it’s important to note that not all instant noodles are created equal.
Stir frying is all about the drama: high heat, wildly fast stirring, the explosive sizzle that sets off my smoke alarm. To begin, I slip my apron over my head and put on some Whitney. There are few things I like better than singing “I Have Nothing” to some food I’m about to eat, and begging it to stay in my mouth if it dares.
There are a lot of different ways to go out on a limb and make a biscuit really pop: does it need toasted pumpkin seeds, does it need fish sauce, does it need bbq sauce, does it need weed? Today, I made a spicy South Asian-ish biscuit, meant to upstage and compliment an egg.
Hot dilly beans! Pickle plates! Flirting with pickles!
The case for Bagel Bites: they are affordable and lovely and delicious no matter what.
My kitchen process is a lot like collaging. I like to ask myself, “If I were at a party in my fridge, who would I want to pull into an unexpected and fascinating conversation together?” In the end, what I decided on was a cookie convo flavored with browned miso butter, bacon fat, cinnamon and cocoa, studded with walnuts and bacon bits.
The basic mitzvah of Passover is to eat the Bread of Affliction, so let’s lean into the ancestral trauma and make our own matzo.
Earlier this week, I was simply couldn’t cook another meal. In an effort to spice things up when a restaurant date night is so far out of the question, I decided to rebrand the random shit in our fridge as a “tasting menu” — complete with wine pairings.
If I’m being honest, as a person whose joy is generally exponentially increased by sharing it with other people, so not having live company with which to share my food has been underwhelming of late. That said, I do love to impress myself, and the easiest way to do that is to take something simple, like a pancake, and give it a makeover, so I can fall in love with it anew.
I’m the type to savor. To draw things out — past their prime, some might say. So it should be no surprise that I love preserving citrus. There’s something exciting about packing them with salt and then waiting, for at least month, before you can even begin to consider eating them.
With a side of festive demons!
Breakfast is personal. Like your underwear. Which is sometimes really sexy and totally worth the attention of strangers, and other times, is really just for you, or totally non-existent.
Seven fruits and grains combine in a quick-rise babka to celebrate the Jewish New Year of the Trees.
The concept for today’s cooking adventures: making dishes inspired by three iconic lesbians who influenced us, and who we’d also want to invite to a dinner party to experience them experiencing our food — yes, very gay.
You can be channeling citrus sunshine and tart jammy cranberry brightness too with a small amount of effort and 30 minutes of your time. Happy New Year.
Celebrate the New Year with Soviet mayonnaise.
Well It happened! It really happened. Let’s be clear, I’d given up hope it was actually going to happen, but it did! Trump was impeached, history was made, and tbh I feel pretty jaded about it.