This day of the week (alright, and practically every other day) is usually reserved for Mexican food in mi casa. But today I’m taking a cue from my friend, Cynthia, and going Greek with these delicious fish tacos. In addition to being quite colorful, they are quite good.
Cynthia actually made these with chicken (since she’s a proud chicken-a-tarian, as she calls it, preferring only poultry) for a “welcome home” dinner when I returned from my trip to Europe. She and her husband, Joan, are from Spain and have traveled quite a bit around the continent themselves. So we had a great night sharing stories about our recent trips to Germany, Austria, Italy, Spain, and England…while their little French bulldog was at our feet waiting for crumbs…while eating Greek tacos. Nothing like a little tour of Europe over dinner.
The tacos definitely the hit of the meal though. So I thought I’d share a fish tacos version of them with you today…
I can accurately pronounce Spanish, Italian, French, German, Latin, and just about any other language if needed.
It’s one of the odd perks that comes from having been an opera major in college. (Perhaps another random fact that you did not know about me.) All vocal music majors are required to take a semester or two of a class called “Diction” where you learn how to pronounce just about any language imaginable with the help of the International Phonetic Alphabet. The IPA doesn’t translate words for you. It just tells you exactly how to pronounce them, which comes in helpful with singing songs and arias in various languages. And nowadays, it comes in handy with learning how to pronounce foreign foodie words.
You know, like the Greek sauce we all love called tzatziki.
Happy weekend, friends. I’ve been going through the results of our recent reader survey this weekend, which I will be sharing in full with you soon. And goodness, can I first just say that you all are amazing?!?
It was so (so) good to get to hear directly from you in the survey. And much more, to read through all of the thoughtful, encouraging, and just amazingly kind comments/notes that you all left. I was so humbled by the gracious things that you had to say about this blog, and to hear what the recipes and posts here have meant to you and your families over the years. It means so much to me that this site has been a part of your lives. So thank you for taking the time to write and share your feedback. You’re the best!!!
I am seriously in denial that it is the middle of August, that temperatures are back down to being in the 80s, that my Facebook feed is full of adorable kiddos proudly heading back to school, that Halloween candy has arrived in grocery stores, and that summer — my beloved summer — is nearly over.
Over the (now 5!) years that I have been food blogging, I have become accustomed to the random foods that grace my kitchen at some of the most random hours. This was especially true when I had my full-time job on top of blogging.
Grilled steak at 7am on a Tuesday in order to catch the natural light because I would be working late? Sure, we’ll start the day with some protein. Blueberry muffins at 5pm on a Friday after work before heading off to a happy hour? Eh, who doesn’t love breakfast for dinner?! Shooting 5 peach recipes in a day because they happened to be absolutely, perfectly ripe that day, and Lord knows when that will happen again? Carpe peach.
I’ve gotta hand it to my neighbors. Even on a sticky, hot, sun-beating-down-on-us summer night in the middle of August, they showed up yet again for our “neighbor nights” this past Tuesday. Just as they have done the Tuesday before that. And the Tuesday before that. And…
Yeah, they basically win the gold star for attendance. And awesomeness.
A few months ago, I discovered that I have a fried-rice-obsessed kindred spirit in my neighbor, John.
This guy may be the first person I’ve met who loves fried rice as I do, and also loves judging sampling it at local restaurants as much as I do. I still hold that my homemade fried rice recipe is my favorite. But it turns out that John and I agree on the fact that a local Chinese restaurant in our neighborhood makes the best fried rice that you can order on a menu.