<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Small Bites on Kitchen3N</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/tags/small-bites/</link><description>Recent content in Small Bites on Kitchen3N</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://kitchen3n.com/tags/small-bites/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Lentil and Bulgur Kofte</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2016-08-07-lentil-and-bulgur-kofte/</link><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2016 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2016-08-07-lentil-and-bulgur-kofte/</guid><description>&lt;img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-2135" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/IMG_6707.jpg" alt="Lentil and Bulgur Kofte" /&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;My heart is hurting. The world is burning. There is no where I can go, or send my family members, that feels safe from natural disaster, disease or rampant violence. Perhaps this is the way it&amp;rsquo;s always been - just now we are hyper aware because we are hyper connected. The natural disaster stuff is not new. Climate change is. And as a Bangladeshi American, I worry about the effects of glacial melting for a sea-level country like Bangladesh. We already have climate refugees.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Mini Turkey Pot Pies</title><link>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-03-02-mini-turkey-pot-pies/</link><pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2015 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://kitchen3n.com/posts/2015-03-02-mini-turkey-pot-pies/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/img_3748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="alignnone wp-image-1394 size-large" src="https://kitchen3n.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/03/img_3757.jpg?w=660" alt="Mini Turkey Pot Pies" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&#10;&lt;p&gt;Confession: I&amp;rsquo;ve never made an actual pot pie. Like with the flaky crust and roux (butter and flour mixture) thickened meat and vegetable filling. It just wasn&amp;rsquo;t something that was a regular on our dinner table. And given my zabihah-halal dietary restriction, ordering chicken pot pie at any ol&amp;rsquo; restaurant just wouldn&amp;rsquo;t do. But, one day last summer (or was it two summers ago?) I was taking my &lt;a href="https://twitter.com/faritatasnim"&gt;New York-obsessed-child-prodigy of a niece&lt;/a&gt; around the city. After an eventful day of Top of the Rock, TKOs at Bouchon Bakery, and bumping into Naomi Watts in Soho, we were making our way through Chelsea Market and (I) decided we would have a well deserved sit down lunch at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-green-table-new-york-2"&gt;the green table.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>