Joha's Table

We were at the grocery store the other day and I was perusing through the fresh produce when I noticed some delicious looking pineapples. I’ve selected fresh pineapple before, but the truth is I didn’t know how to pick out a good one. As I stood there fondling the prickly fruit, my husband returned from the other side of the store with a gallon of milk in hand. He placed the milk in our cart and realized I was staring at pineapples. “I love pineapples!” he said, seemingly rea

Hace un par de semanas compramos maíz fresco de un mercado local. Mi marido tenía la intención de cocinar algo con él – ya fuera el pan de maíz de su bisabuela, o grits, o algo más. Honestamente, no recuerdo lo que estaba planeando cocinar; Pero a medida que la semana progresaba y la vida siguió avanzando, el maíz permaneció sobre la mesa, sin cocer. El otro día estaba viendo las mazorcas y decidí hacer un bocadillo que atañe a mis raíces mexicanas – Elote Cocido. Elote cocid

Just yesterday, I was telling a friend about this blog and they asked me what “Joha’s Table” means. Why name the blog that? And my initial reaction was one of sarcasm and silliness – I wanted to snidely remark that my wife’s name in Joha and food is on a table. And as the words fell out of my mouth, I stopped and decided to answer in a different way. “The table is about food, sure,” I remarked. “But it’s also a place where families sit and talk about their day. A place where

I stood in my kitchen Sunday afternoon and began putting up washed dishes that had been left out overnight to dry. We had friends coming over for dinner later in the day and I wanted to make sure everything appeared to be in order. My husband had just turned on the television in the living room and came into the kitchen to make a light snack to hold us over until our dinner guests arrived. He rummaged through the refrigerator and found the remains of a log of Russian salami w

Hay ocasiones en que sabes con exactitud que cocinar y buscas los ingredientes necesarios para preparar la comida. Otras, lo que sea que hay en el refrigerador (nevera) lo determina. Eso me ha estado pasando mucho últimamente. Hoy, abrí el refrigerador y chequee entre los compartimentos tratando de pensar en que cocinaría para la cena, de pronto, note que en el fondo de una de las repisas había dejado olvidado algo que compre la semana pasada en el mercado – una cabeza de “Bo

Sometimes you know exactly what you want to cook and you get the right ingredients for that meal. Other times, the contents of your refrigerator dictate what your next meal will be. That’s been happening to me quite a bit lately. Today, I opened up my refrigerator door and browsed up and down the shelves wondering what would be our next dinner, and I took notice of something on the bottom shelf that I had nearly forgotten I had purchased a week earlier – a head of Bok Choy. I