Psst, come in close; I’ve got a secret for you. Yes, it’s true I’m a California girl, a place where fresh produce abounds, and Alice Waters is the gastronomical mother of us all. And if you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, you know that now I have moved to New York City, great big city, great big food. But my mother is from South Dakota…land of presidents carved into mountainsides, motorcycle-riding festivals, Jell-o salads, and casseroles. So I guess you could say, I have a bit of white trash in me…and I mean that in only the kindest of terms.
And with this white trash culture, comes white trash cuisine. Last night I may have been munching on a salad of arugula, dates, and blood oranges, but last week, it was all about homemade chocolate bark made with– hold onto your hats– soda crackers. [...]
