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choose your team and grab your fork


a small handful of you may remember that back in 2006, i inaugurated a weird little tradition that became my way of celebrating the world cup. if you want to read more about it, you can find most of it here, but also a little bit here. i called it "eat the cup" and it proved to be a lot of fun (although somewhat exhausting and, due to an ill-advised attempt to cook beets in 30C heat, a little stinky).

four years hence, i'vev decided that i'm up for tackling the challenges of global cuisine once again. basically, the challenge is this: every day of the cup, i will pick one of the winning teams and that night i will cook a meal featuring the cuisine of that country. the idea is that i try to go as long as i can without repeating a country. (given that teams advance by winning multiple times, however, this is nearly impossible.) in the interests of preserving some of my beleaguered brain cells, i am going to allow myself to repeat some dishes from last time, but i'm also going to try to avoid it where possible. (ok, who am i kidding? i am not going to try to hard to avoid making a moqueca if- when- brazil wins a game.)

unlike last time, i am going to try to pick the game i'll cook from (on days where there are multiples) in advance. i'll hold myself to cooking the winner (i know that's not good grammar, but i couldn't resist the way it reads), but in the case of a tie, i'm going make myself cook something that combines the cuisine of both countries. this could get weird.

i highly encourage anyone with culinary interests to attempt this, since it's not only a way to figure out the answer to the question "what do you want for dinner tonight?", but it can also be a great learning experience once you get into a type of cuisine that's really outside your normal realm of experience.

that's all for now. you'll hear more from me on the subject on june 11th, when i'll be preparing a menu that's south african, mexican, french or uruguayan. may the tastiest team win!

(special thanks to dom for his help with that groovy image)

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Martin Rouge said…
If you have a need for some suggestion or inspiration, feel very free to contact me and brainstorm. I can devise of improvise as needed ;)

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