Located in Toronto’s Korean Town, this corner store hides many gems behind its unpretentious facade.
As I have mentioned previously, I actually enjoy food shopping. Regular weekly grocery store runs put me in the ‘medium happy’ bracket, but any kind of specialty or ethnic food store sends me over the moon. Today was the day to visit a Korean Food Market.
P.A.T. Central looks like any other small ethnic supermarket, but wait until you get inside! It is not ‘new and shiny’ store with carefully arranged displays and immaculate rows of produce, but I am pretty sure that within its walls you will find anything you need for a night of Asian cooking.
When I was grocery shopping this weekend, a little container of duck fat caught my eye. I immediately thought about potatoes cooked to crispy perfection in the duck fat. Maybe with some onions and a dash or garlic? Seasoned with a bit a salt and black pepper? Arugula salad on the side? Mmmm….
Can you think of any other perfect food pairings? Do you have your own favourites? I would love to hear from you 🙂
Today I made the tomato salad from one of my previous posts, but with addition of cucumbers.
I also substituted oil dressing for sour cream (my favourite kind for this salad). I served it on the side of chicken and mashed potatoes and as always, it turned out delicious. Continue reading
This is my mom’s cake. She used to bake it when I was little and I remember asking her to make it all the time.
Hers was always with apples and sour juicy ones like Granny Smith work best, but feel free to make it with any fruit that strikes your fancy. I even made it with frozen fruit mix, just remember to defrost it first (don’t ask how I know). I like it most with apples or blueberries; plums work perfectly as well. Or you can combine all three of them. Like I said, anything works and the result will be a fluffy and moist ‘melt in your mouth’ cake that your family and your guests will love. Continue reading
I have been procrastinating over this post as it is not an easy one. The paskas (traditional Ukrainian Easter bread) have been baked, two of them gifted to family members and my kids are finishing up the last slices, made into a French toast, as I am typing this. Were my paskas everything I wanted them to be? Continue reading
It took me some time to come up with the name for my blog. It is not that much different than naming your children, only a bit less agonizing, I would say. Mom in the Kitchen? Nope. Violetta’s Kitchen? Violetta’s bites? Eat with Violetta? It became quite clear that I wanted my name in it, but Violetta’s what exactly? Kitchen? But I like not only cooking, but shopping for food and even a few minutes in an ethnic food store fills my heart with joy, so I cannot limit myself only to kitchen. I love eating out and appreciating the food that was prepared by somebody else. So food, as a general term, had to be in the name. Violetta’s Food? Continue reading
Tomato salad is my favourite salad ever. It was a staple at our dinner table when I was growing up. Even my husband, one of the pickiest eaters I have met in my life (topped only by his eldest offspring) loves it.
It is so easy to make and yet it is so delicious! You can add cucumbers to it as well, but my favourite version is the original tomato and onion one. As far as the dressing goes, it cannot be any simpler. You can use sour cream, mayonnaise or oil (I prefer lighter tasting oil for this salad not to overwhelm the fresh flavour of tomatoes and onions). I am fond of sour cream dressing , while my mom likes to mix equal parts of mayo and sour cream. I recommend trying them all. Would you let me know in the comments below which one you liked most? Or maybe you can suggest your own? I would love to hear from you! Continue reading
Easter is a big deal in Ukraine. Everyone is washing their sheets and windows and frantically scrubbing everything in sight. I remember women literally performing complicated balancing acts on their windowsills and polishing the windows to high shine (most houses and buildings had those old fashioned wooden window frames that could be fully opened onto the street). When my day came to join the army of window washing womenfolk, which was some time in high school, I donned my shortest pair of shorts, did my hair and reported to duty. Continue reading