Manhattan Clam Chowder...my life was changed. Sure, I've always cooked...but this blog has been such a motivator and creative outlet for me. I've met so many amazing people and made real friends along the way. I've also met a few rotten apples, but hey...there's a few in every barrel, right? That said, I can not imagine my day-to-day life without this blog now. I am able to cook and eat and explore new books and products. I get to write and photograph and get free stuff (I really like free stuff). I've found and made meals that will be with my family for years to come...and I've found a few that made their way directly into the bin. Although it's hard to express exactly how I feel through words...I'll just say that I'm looking forward to many more years!
Okay. Enough of that. Let's talk about guisadas. In particular, let's talk about Guisada vs. Guisado. What? You mean there's a difference? Yup. There is a difference. A guisada is one thing...roasted or cooked. It can be anything from a meat to a vegetable. If you're making several things, it would be the plural, guisadas. So, you're cooking up individual pieces of meat and veg but serving them together, they would still be guisadas. So, cooking up something that makes up a portion of a whole meal, basically. My dish today is a guisada. I will stuff it into something else. I will serve it alongside the other meal components.
A guisado, on the other hand is a full meal that is cooked together in one pot. Basically, like a "stew", if you will. Meat, veggies, sauce...a whole meal stewed together for a long time...that's a guisado. You'll probably eat it scooped into a bowl with it's liquid from a spoon.
So, does it really matter what you call it? It could. Just depends on who you're speaking with. Okay. On to my guisada. Can I just say...This is one of the best things I've eaten this year! There's only a few ingredients...but the way they are cooked...they just coat the cubes of tender sirloin in a loving embrace of flavor! Seriously, I wanted to pop a baggie of it in my purse so I could take it on my errands with me. Reach in on the sly and pop a piece in my mouth while waiting in line to pay a bill. Or wheeling a cart through the market. Or mailing a package at the post office. It's the stuff my dreams are made of baby. I♥it. I bet you will, too.
So, whaddaya say? Those of you who've stuck around for two years...and those of you who are just starting to hang out here...what are you looking to see from me in this start of year three? Any requests or thoughts or constructive criticisms? Or are you just in a hurry to get out of here so you can make a big dish of Carne Guisada? Mmmmm Hmmm...that's what I thought.
Michiana-based food writer with a fondness for garlic, freshly baked bread, stinky cheese, dark beer, and Mexican food—who believes that immersing herself in different cultures one bite at a time is the best path to enlightenment.