4 Stars
I thought eating goat would guaranty the Cubs a victory in Game 1 of the World Series . . . .
In case you are unaware of some pretty important sportsball history, in 1945a dumb motherfucker Billy Sianis thought it would be totes cool to bring his pet goat in to Wrigley Field in order to watch Game 4 of the Series. After being booted on his ass (as should have happened) Sianis cursed the Cubs' organization with a promise that they would never win a world series again. And they haven't. In order to do my part in hopes of reversing the curse, I decided to pull out all the stops and cook the other other white meat . . . .
It’s what’s for dinner.
Alright, so I loooooooooove cookbooks. Like I love them so much I’m getting ready to pull one over on my husband Jeffrey . . . . wait, that’s The Barefoot Contessa’s husband’s name, not mine. Anyway, I want to sneak a bookshelf into the kitchen and Jeffrey or whatever his name is will just have to deal with it. I also understand why cookbooks cost so much money (assuming the book in question is – you know – a good one). Full color photography and sets and whatnot cost dollar dollar bills yo. That doesn’t change the fact that I am as broke as a mothereffin’ joke. At $22.50 retail Cuba!: Recipes and Stories from the Cuban Kitchen actually is quite the steal . . . . but I still prefer to get things for free.
(This is where I talk about the boring cooking part. If you want some funny ha-ha go read one of Ed’s cookbook reviews instead.)
The cover of this one alone was enough to make me want a copy. The sucker is just puuuuurrrrrty. And filling the pages with not only recipes but stories about Cuban culture and history was a winner with the bibliophile in me. When I sat down this weekend to peruse the selections to see what I could possibly cook a few recipes got post-it noted as possibilities, but (as stated above) the winner was glaringly obvious as soon as I saw it.
The first issue we had to deal with was obtaining goat meat. Butcher shop #1 gave us the option of “whole” or “half” and we ain’t talking pounds, kids. As much as I would have liked to channel my inner Big Fat Greek Wedding, I didn’t have time to build a pit in the backyard so that wasn’t going to work. Hubs called butcher shop #2 who had frozen goat meat available so that was the winner.
I left work early . . . . because priorities . . . . ran to the grocery store to pick up the other ingredients and came home tohopefully not kill my family with tainted meat start cookin’ . . . .
(Why yes, that does say “goat cubes” – I hope they didn’t pay the marketing person a whole lot to come up with that winner of a name.)
As you can see, there’s nothing complex about this recipe. (Sidenote: For any new cooks, I highly recommend you get recipes/cookbooks from any country other than ‘Murica (unless you have the chance to get a Martha Stewart cookbook because she is a goddess).) Good food doesn’t have to be complicated and I’ve found non-U.S. recipes do a good job at using the ol’ K.I.S.S. plan. This one did the same – meat, carrots, peppers, onion, tomatoes, cumin and oregano is about all there was to it. Served over a bed of rice it made for quite the pretty picture once complete . . . .
Too bad the Cubs couldn’t pull out a victory. Maybe I should have killed a goat????? Mitchell says next time. Let’s hope our boys in blue can get it done tonight - and that they partner Arrieta up with Grandpa Ross because they are magic together . . . .
If you won’t do it for my goat eating family, Cubs, do it for Harry and Bill . . . .
ARC provided by Crowne Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
In case you are unaware of some pretty important sportsball history, in 1945
It’s what’s for dinner.
Alright, so I loooooooooove cookbooks. Like I love them so much I’m getting ready to pull one over on my husband Jeffrey . . . . wait, that’s The Barefoot Contessa’s husband’s name, not mine. Anyway, I want to sneak a bookshelf into the kitchen and Jeffrey or whatever his name is will just have to deal with it. I also understand why cookbooks cost so much money (assuming the book in question is – you know – a good one). Full color photography and sets and whatnot cost dollar dollar bills yo. That doesn’t change the fact that I am as broke as a mothereffin’ joke. At $22.50 retail Cuba!: Recipes and Stories from the Cuban Kitchen actually is quite the steal . . . . but I still prefer to get things for free.
(This is where I talk about the boring cooking part. If you want some funny ha-ha go read one of Ed’s cookbook reviews instead.)
The cover of this one alone was enough to make me want a copy. The sucker is just puuuuurrrrrty. And filling the pages with not only recipes but stories about Cuban culture and history was a winner with the bibliophile in me. When I sat down this weekend to peruse the selections to see what I could possibly cook a few recipes got post-it noted as possibilities, but (as stated above) the winner was glaringly obvious as soon as I saw it.
The first issue we had to deal with was obtaining goat meat. Butcher shop #1 gave us the option of “whole” or “half” and we ain’t talking pounds, kids. As much as I would have liked to channel my inner Big Fat Greek Wedding, I didn’t have time to build a pit in the backyard so that wasn’t going to work. Hubs called butcher shop #2 who had frozen goat meat available so that was the winner.
I left work early . . . . because priorities . . . . ran to the grocery store to pick up the other ingredients and came home to
(Why yes, that does say “goat cubes” – I hope they didn’t pay the marketing person a whole lot to come up with that winner of a name.)
As you can see, there’s nothing complex about this recipe. (Sidenote: For any new cooks, I highly recommend you get recipes/cookbooks from any country other than ‘Murica (unless you have the chance to get a Martha Stewart cookbook because she is a goddess).) Good food doesn’t have to be complicated and I’ve found non-U.S. recipes do a good job at using the ol’ K.I.S.S. plan. This one did the same – meat, carrots, peppers, onion, tomatoes, cumin and oregano is about all there was to it. Served over a bed of rice it made for quite the pretty picture once complete . . . .
Too bad the Cubs couldn’t pull out a victory. Maybe I should have killed a goat????? Mitchell says next time. Let’s hope our boys in blue can get it done tonight - and that they partner Arrieta up with Grandpa Ross because they are magic together . . . .
If you won’t do it for my goat eating family, Cubs, do it for Harry and Bill . . . .
ARC provided by Crowne Publishing in exchange for an honest review.
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