Tonight, for dinner we had homemade fish tacos: seasoned cod, tomatillo salsa, Mexican crema, pickled red onions, and guacamole, with margaritas. It was delicious and refreshing on an unseasonably warm March evening. And I didn’t make any of it. In fact, there are many nights each week when we enjoy a home-cooked meal without doing any of the cooking. Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce you to The Commune, two families sharing childcare, vacations, and yummy food.
Some of you may have already heard of The Commune. Indeed, it has been going strong for nearly seven years, and fittingly, has its origins in the People’s Republic of Cambridge. Though now relocated to suburbia, The Commune continues to make our lives more efficient, humorous, and delicious! For those of you new to The Commune, please see this eloquent post by a fellow Commune member–I couldn’t have said it better myself. And as this blog is about the intersection of food and life, there will be more posts (and pictures!) about shared meals and good times. Long live The Commune!
The Commune is a lifesaver. I’m looking forward to kalbi when I return from a talk by filmmaker Deepa Mehta tomorrow!
And of course it is safe to assume that almost all of my Vietnamese concoctions are shared with “Next Doors.” 😉