What inspires my cooking varies. Probably like most of you. It could be the random remark someone drops about a restaurant meal, or particular dish they had, a pristine vegetable shining out from the produce bin, or a character in a book mentions a food that strikes my fancy.
For instance, I was recently reading an old Sue Grafton novel, G is for Gumshoe. I think she's gotten to V at this point in her alphabet murders. Kinsey and Dietz were eating Chili Verde at a Western style restaurant, talking about how good it was, slurping juices, digging in with gusto, mopping up with fresh tortillas. And that was it. I had to have some.
For instance, I was recently reading an old Sue Grafton novel, G is for Gumshoe. I think she's gotten to V at this point in her alphabet murders. Kinsey and Dietz were eating Chili Verde at a Western style restaurant, talking about how good it was, slurping juices, digging in with gusto, mopping up with fresh tortillas. And that was it. I had to have some.