Growing up in a Filipino-American household, we ate a lot of rice. Roast Beef with stewed carrots, pan gravy and rice. Not mashed potatoes but rice. Skillet Pork Chops with creamy gravy and rice. The meat was from my Okie Father, the side from my Filipino Mother. While I do like rice, hands down I’m a potato gal.
Ever since I first tasted shaved truffles it was love at first bite. I will never forget Romano Cacio E Pepe finished with thin whispers of Black Truffles. The earthy taste is unmistakable.
Good morning everyone! Hope you are enjoying an awesome day. It’s Saturday, and that means the start of another great adventure. Hubby, Kiddo and I live in a town of about 200,000 people. That’s fairly small by California standards. Take San Francisco with a population pushing 900,000 or LA with nearly 4 million as comparisons. Yeah, we live in a small farming community surrounded by even small farming communities. The best thing about small town life is that there is always a fair or festival or open air market somewhere. Small town USA really love to strut their stuff.
I love mashed potatoes – a beautiful canvas for so many wonderful things! Smothered in gravy – oh my! Oozing with melted butter – oh yeah! As a bed for stews or meatballs or just the way they are – I’m there!