Step one: Lots of heat

When my family and I visited London last year, a friend insisted that we go to Nopi. He told me that we could sit anywhere – even the basement was fine. And so we made reservations and went. We did end up downstairs, sitting at a massive marble table, surrounded by racks of storage for the kitchen.

Dinner was amazing. I remember being totally blown away and even the kids thought it was great.

We came back to Vancouver and at some point in the following months I ordered the restaurant cookbook.

I might have been in a bit of a funk, post-London. It might have been the grey fall weather. Maybe I needed some new eyeglasses. Possibly all three, but in any case I found the cookbook really unimpressive. I looked through the recipes and nothing jumped out at me at all. It felt like the entire volume was not to my palate.

But I decided I had better try something, so I settled on the ‘Burnt Green Onion Dip with Curly Kale’.

Holy cow. I was absolutely amazed. Other recipes have followed and they have been roundly incredible. The only drawback is that if you want to cook any of the meals you had best read the recipe really carefully several days in advance because some things take several days to create. The ‘Strained Ricotta with Blackcurrant Compote and Rhubarb’ takes a week to make, I swear. It’s worth it, but man, days pass.

But I’m writing about the burnt onions. The intro to the recipe states:

“One important point to remember: there’s no such thing as overcharring your onions, so hold your nerve at the grill… The more burnt they are, the better and more smoky they will taste.”

After charring my pizza, this was music to my ears. I love recipe instructions like that.

Getting there – need a bit more time

I love the idea of not being able to go too far when cooking something. I guess it’s like roasting eggplant. More is better.

Of course, I do wonder if maybe I should have kept them on the grill for longer? There always seems to be something to improve upon.

There isn’t really much about this photo that relates to food. Nothing at all, in fact. I shot this on my first morning in Havana. I was there with my dad. He wanted to see the Panama Canal and when I looked around to see where else we could go (nothing personal, Panama, but aside from beaches there wasn’t much to see in Panama except the Canal) I noticed Cuba wasn’t too far away.

I’m from Canada, so going to Cuba is no big deal. We flew from Toronto to Havana, stayed for a few days; flew to Panama, saw the Canal, came back to Havana and stayed a few more days and then went home. Great trip.

This is (ostensibly) a food blog. So, I guess I better talk about the food. Actually, first I’ll mention that this shot was taken with a Fujifilm x100 and I have a good friend who has a couple of Studebakers. I saw this, thought of Steve and snapped away.

Right, food. Cuban food was actually (in 2012) much better than I expected. With the exception of one meal where my chicken skewer was totally undercooked we had routinely pretty tasty food. From breakfast in the Casa Particulaire (thanks, again, Maura) to dinner at the Cafe Florida where there is a statue of Hemingway holding up one end of the bar, the food was pretty good. Sometimes marginal, often good and a couple of times, great.

When I was researching our trip I read again and again how awful the food was. I guess it all depends on your point of view. The food in Cuba was actually better than the food in Russia, but there might be a few reasons for that one.

I wasn’t expecting much, really. And I was more than adequately rewarded and surprisingly impressed.