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Smoked Paprika
Yesterday Iris and I went to the video store as part of her planned Bring It On afternoon. She was having friends over to watch those movies and to maybe also watch a Heath Ledger movie (or two).
Alas -- and of course -- the video store was all out of Heath Ledger movies. And the only Bring It On movies were the second and fourth ones. Until yesterday I thought there were only two of those movies.
Even Fred Meyer's electronics section didn't have what we wanted. But I did find a used DVD of Paprika, an animated feature I've heard nothing but good things about.
And PAPRIKA has played a large part in my life lately. At the end of last year the local paper's food section printed a "best of the year" article. I don't read the food section of the paper all that often. I'd link to the paper right now, but their web site is frustratingly difficult to navigate. As a public service, I won't send you there.
Among the best 2007 best recipes was something with "smoked paprika." It sounded good. I'd never seen smoked paprika for sale, and I shop at both 7/11 and Plaid Pantry.
I went to the internets to see where in Portland I could buy the stuff. Most of the results were from fancy-schmancy Portland restaurants -- menu items featuring smoked paprika. "It's the spice of the year!" I told my wife, in between rants about how stupid things are and why I'm smarter than everyone else except her.
I asked my pal Greg, owner of the Corbett Fish House, and yeah, he'd heard of it, but didn't know where to get it. We both looked around at exotic-type spice stores (in my case, the nearby Mexican grocery and the nearby Caribbean spice grocery). A week later Greg ordered some from the internet tubes.
He gave me a pound of it this week. My first thought was to roast some potatoes with it, so I walked to Trader Joe's and endured that crowd.
But lately I've been making pastes with the mortar and pestle for Thai-style foods, and, well... I made a paste with the smoked paprika and prepped some vegetables. But I ended up sticking it in the fridge and doing something completely different for dinner. Golly, the paprika vegetables smell good, though.
Smoked paprika had become some plate-o-shrimp thing. And here it is a month later, I have some in the house, and I still haven't tried it.
This morning Amy and Cleo and I went over to the Hawthorne district. Cleo shopped for a birthday present, while we went to Powell's to spend a gift card. We first stopped at Pastaworks. We bought some cheese. On the spice shelf they sold smoked paprika... but now I don't need any, do I?
And one of the cheeses we bought? We got home and discovered it was covered in... smoked paprika!
Alas -- and of course -- the video store was all out of Heath Ledger movies. And the only Bring It On movies were the second and fourth ones. Until yesterday I thought there were only two of those movies.
Even Fred Meyer's electronics section didn't have what we wanted. But I did find a used DVD of Paprika, an animated feature I've heard nothing but good things about.
And PAPRIKA has played a large part in my life lately. At the end of last year the local paper's food section printed a "best of the year" article. I don't read the food section of the paper all that often. I'd link to the paper right now, but their web site is frustratingly difficult to navigate. As a public service, I won't send you there.
Among the best 2007 best recipes was something with "smoked paprika." It sounded good. I'd never seen smoked paprika for sale, and I shop at both 7/11 and Plaid Pantry.
I went to the internets to see where in Portland I could buy the stuff. Most of the results were from fancy-schmancy Portland restaurants -- menu items featuring smoked paprika. "It's the spice of the year!" I told my wife, in between rants about how stupid things are and why I'm smarter than everyone else except her.
I asked my pal Greg, owner of the Corbett Fish House, and yeah, he'd heard of it, but didn't know where to get it. We both looked around at exotic-type spice stores (in my case, the nearby Mexican grocery and the nearby Caribbean spice grocery). A week later Greg ordered some from the internet tubes.
He gave me a pound of it this week. My first thought was to roast some potatoes with it, so I walked to Trader Joe's and endured that crowd.
But lately I've been making pastes with the mortar and pestle for Thai-style foods, and, well... I made a paste with the smoked paprika and prepped some vegetables. But I ended up sticking it in the fridge and doing something completely different for dinner. Golly, the paprika vegetables smell good, though.
Smoked paprika had become some plate-o-shrimp thing. And here it is a month later, I have some in the house, and I still haven't tried it.
This morning Amy and Cleo and I went over to the Hawthorne district. Cleo shopped for a birthday present, while we went to Powell's to spend a gift card. We first stopped at Pastaworks. We bought some cheese. On the spice shelf they sold smoked paprika... but now I don't need any, do I?
And one of the cheeses we bought? We got home and discovered it was covered in... smoked paprika!
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