Welcome back my friends to another pleasantly pungent Recipe of the Week. Last week we got poppin' with popcorn, and shared all of our favorite toppings. There were over two hundred seventy comments, but Carmen Zombiego emerged victorious with this tasty trinity:
Lime, salt and chili powder.
Let's be honest, almost any snack is better with the Latina holy trinity.
I don't currently have a microwave, so I popped the popping corn on the stove in a little vegetable oil, then topped it as instructed. I even grated a little lime zest on there for good measure.
I will be honest, this snack was greatly improved by the Latina holy trinity. I love acid on pretty much everything so, the lime was greatly appreciated, and who doesn't love chili powder? I will definitely be making this again, though next time I might add a bit of freshly grated Parmesan because wouldn't that just sing?
Speaking of singing, Carmen Zombiego gets a trophy, and that trophy is "The Passenger" by Iggy Pop because the word "pop," but also because I just watched Trainspotting for the first time. (I know, I know.)
Scootin' right along to the next topic.
For some reason, my stomach has been at war with itself for the past five days. I won't go into too much detail, because this a food blog, but about the only thing that stays down is ramen. Well, ramen and saltines. I don't know if it's the miso, or the carby noodles or what, but pork belly ramen seems to have restorative properties.
But it's not just ramen, is it? All noodle soups, heck, all noodle dishes seem to have magical healing powers. What's more comforting that a big bowl of pasta? When you eat a bowl of noodles, be they egg, wheat, or rice, you feel sated, and cared for, and satisfied. Or maybe that's just me; I really like noodles. (In fact, I like noodles so much that I'm kind of repeating a topic here; we've done pasta before, but this is a little broader.)
So what I'm looking for from you is your most inviting, most comforting noodles. They can be in a broth or a sauce, thick or thin, with a sauce or just a drizzle of good extra virgin olive oil. They can be whatever you want them to be, but they have to be noodles. (Not zoodles, and not those damn Shirataki things that smell like feet.)