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Cover of cook book, San Diego Cooks by Figure 1 publishing. Authored by Ligaya Malones and photographed by Deanna Sandoval.

About a year ago, San Diego Cooks (2024, Figure 1) finally made it out into the world. It is a collection of recipes from the region’s chefs, from Oceanside to La Mesa and everywhere in between. It is my first book, and defining myself as a published author still feels strange, like trying to identify something you’ve just tasted—that flavor, a spice or some other ingredient, is vaguely familiar, but you can’t quite place it. 

San Diego Cooks took five years to complete. It’s made for the home cook, meaning if you don’t need Michelin-worthy culinary skills to make the recipes in this book. But if you are up for a cooking challenge, those recipes are also included.

With the holidays sprinting toward us, I hope you’ll consider the cook book as a gift idea for some of your favorite people in your life, whether they’re a self-proclaimed foodie or not.

I’m grateful to the local and regional publications and broadcast programs who have helped share word of the book’s launch last fall, including:


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Last week, #HaapsandBarleyXCuriousPassport brought you this tasty recipe for Avocado Egg Salad. This week, we’re taking it to the miso-marinated streets with this protein and fiber-packed clean feast.

I’m a big fan of miso-glazed salmon and lentils, so I’m excited to try this recipe that combines the two! Plus, the prep work sounds pretty manageable for a culinary newbie like me. Looking at the list of ingredients I’ll need, I could probably get them all at Sprouts and Trader Joe’s – though, does anyone know if TJ’s carries miso? If not, a trip to the nearest Asian market should do it.

Miso-Marinated Salmon by Haaps & Barley
Photo: Haaps & Barley
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Lisbon

A literary thank you letter to Ana, my Airbnb host during my summer in Lisbon last year, who did so much more for me than provide me with a comfortable stay just steps from Parque Eduardo VII. It turns out, I’d be one of her last guests, and I’m glad I made the cut.

I grew up in your kitchen, though we were acquaintances at best. I fumbled to light your gas stove, rummaged for the appropriate pots and pans to perform my pedestrian alchemy, burned my toast and attempted what you would characterize as a winter stew. It was the middle of summer in Lisbon, but it was one of the few things I could make by memory.

The sound of your espresso machine punctuated the a new day. Your ritual; two shakes of cinnamon and espresso downed in two gulps.

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