This week’s discovery: sometimes, if you can’t get an exotic ingredient, it’s because it isn’t any good.
Having been on something of an asian cooking kick recently, I noticed that I kept seeing recipes that called for Shaoxing rice wine, which is more or less impossible to find here in Pennsylvania. The longer I went without any, the better is sounded. Finally, the grass growing intensely green, and sucked in by the marketing promises of “drinking quality” rice wine, I asked my friend Steve to pick some up in Portland and ship it to me.
Here’s the thing about the phrase “drinking quality.” There are people in this world who drink Sterno, too. Continue reading When Jerez Met Shaoxing