I’ve always eyed tomatillos with a fair bit of trepidation. Something came over me last week, however, and I brought home a bagful of these firm, beautiful tomatillos with papery husks. C was excited to be my guinea pig and I got to work.
C and I left Xmas morning for Portland; easily the coolest tradition we may have just accidentally started. We spent almost a week at the Ace Hotel in the Pearl District, cruising around one of the only other places I could imagine living.
C made sure one of our first stops was at Kenny & Zuke’s, where he ordered a Jerky Mary. These guys really know how to pickle.