Tuesday, January 14, 2003

As God is my witness, I shall never go mother-freaking hungry again, at least not while there lamb and green chile stew available. My dear, dear husband, who’s not a saint, Pat, but, it’s true, rather annoyingly close to canonization, apparently had chafed under my snarky comment about Wolfman Jack burgers, because for the event of my being chained to the wheel of public opinion for two nights in a row, he made my the most delicioso stew ever, and he made it all by himself.  He charred and peeled the poblano peppers – for some reason, you can always get poblanos in the outer boroughs, poblanos and okra – browned the lamb, chopped all the onions and garlic and jalapenos, crushed the tomatoes (okay, bought crushed tomatoes) quartered the potatoes.  And the result was the best goddamned thing you could ever hope to eat after listening to hours and hours of people telling you how much you don’t care what they think. Boeuf Bourguignon is wonderful, but Julia, for pure comfort you just don’t get any better than this. 7:51:00 AM    comment []