IK, before anything else, has a story. Ivan Kisic had his tutelage in the most pristine kitchens in Europe, although his dream was to return to Peru and open a
So this is a short one, but a necessary one. I haven’t written for the potato journal in a while. But I know that it’s an area with too
Classes just started & between the blog, boyfriend, & my studies, my social life has suffered. I found myself entertaining a small flock of wanderers, with some picky palates.
So soft, so creamy. Lucious pillows of root carb heaven disperse yourself throughout my body, warming my mouth and stomach, shield me from the real world and hold me in your
It happened, the sun came out in Lima. For those who are unaware, Lima is grey, all 50 shades (and then some.) For about 9 months out of the
Where on earth would we be without the french fry? How could we define our childhood? When we would eat them with ketchup, and only ketchup. We progressed to
“Boil em, mash em, stick em in a stew” – Golem, Lord of the rings. What our good friend was talking about were, of course, potatoes. In Perú