The irony of eel and cabbage

Sakura Ebi Okonomiyaki with Unagi and Truffle Aioli

At that age, I couldn't fully grasp the realities that strapped my mother. Parents shield their children from so much, don't they? But with what limited understanding I could wring from my observations, even this was obvious: in the months where the days were short and when the air breathed ice onto lawns, she had… Continue reading The irony of eel and cabbage

Still, we need to calm down

This marks day 9 of working from home. From what I can see via my little window (ah, bless computers), the Western world has trudged, albeit sluggishly and begrudgingly, from a state of denial to making acceptance's acquaintance. Early Morning. Wednesday, March 25 2020 I sent my adopted aunt, M, a message on LINE, a… Continue reading Still, we need to calm down

Negi Chawanmushi

If there is a food equivalent of a hug, it would be chawanmushi. It's a savoury steamed custard whose egg-to-liquid ratio is borderline deficient which results in an incredibly silky, jiggly, and light texture that barely holds together. I use hondashi with no shame because that stuff's gold. The whole point of chawanmushi is to… Continue reading Negi Chawanmushi

Happy Rat Year

A few years ago there was an elaborately fruitless deliberation between Koreans and Taiwanese people about who started the whole Lunar New Year thing. The whole debacle subsided as soon as the subject of their contention dawned, and the bickering gave way to two weeks of delirious feasting, after which everyone sort of just waddled… Continue reading Happy Rat Year

Crispy Pork Fry with Jalapenos and Thai Basil

Good pork, unhurriedly caramelized in a wok to crispy brownness with an unstinting amount of fresh jalapenos and smoky Thai basil makes for a befitting carrier of rice. If you lean towards the M end of the spectrum, I prod you to swap in a couple of Thai green chilies per jalapeno. Seasoned with a… Continue reading Crispy Pork Fry with Jalapenos and Thai Basil

Dinner for one

Few things tug the cords of nostalgia in the hearts of second-generation Asian Americans/Canadians than bubble tea and and Shin Ramyun. The former being what tided us over the 3PM hunger at hang-outs with schoolmates until dinnertime rolled around, the communal consumption of which was a proxy for one's social acceptability. The latter was what… Continue reading Dinner for one