Man. You stick with this blogging stuff long enough, you find yourself repeating things.
Can't be helped, I suppose. I mean, I know women who wear Something New every single day, but jeepers, my kitchen repertory isn't that imaginative (or stuck up). Let's not talk about my imaginative wardrobe of jeans and T-shirts.
I like some of the meals I make, and I tend to make them again and... so.
Well, Friday I repeated the Joe's Special and two readers caught me.
OK, here's an up-front confessed repeat: Posole.
Far from authentic, but so nice, so refreshing, so personalizable! Like phở. Right? That Vietnamese soup that comes with a tray of optional garnishes; you toss in the basil or bean sprouts or whatever you like.
My faux posole (Cranky wants me to call it phởsole) was made with freshly decocted chicken broth, some nice chunks of the dark chicken meat, diced onions, diced tomatoes, diced nopales, sliced hot chiles... and the critical cooked hominy (not canned, yay!)
At the table, I brought out little dishes of cut-up lettuce, arugula, crumbled cotija cheese, avocado cubes, cilantro leaves, dried Mexican oregano, some hacked Sungold cherry tomatoes, sliced radishes, and lime wedges for squeezing.
Have a go at her, fellas.
Because, if you've invited a meat magician over for lunch, you're sure as heck not going to try cooking meat for him. No sir. Salad soup it will be.
(He cleaned his bowl. Good boy.)