Blue Palate is food made glamorous. And ever practical.
Through Blue Palate I share the experience of my two families. Both my families cherished food in different ways. My mother loved restaurants. She relished in the glamour of having her food served to her and the thrill of trying new dishes. She still jokes that my sister and I learned to read from menus. Her favorites were sushi, Indian, greasy spoon breakfasts, and a dive called Rocco’s that served hamburgers as big as our faces. This was our version of the toy store. Instead of toys, she bought us dinner.
My father liked to cook and my stepmother liked to shop for deals. We ate what was on sale. It meant that every week, something different might show up on our plates or in the pantry, depending on what coupons appeared in the Sunday paper. Ever practical, my father mastered the art of bulk recipes. He spend Sundays preparing army-sized batches of spaghetti sauce, chili, or meatloaf. One for dinner and the rest went to the freezer.
And both families showed me the value of a healthy meal. Fresh is best and always have something green on your plate, even if it was just the bell pepper my father added to our Monday night pizza. Indulgence is sweet but not in excess.
Blue Palate is for the gourmet who clips coupons, or the foodie who roams the street food in search of the best $5 burrito. At Blue Palate we savor the adventure, but we keep it low key.