Whole Egg Pot de Crèmes

Food waste is the worst, and leftover egg whites stripped of their happy yolks are perhaps some of the most dejected forms of food waste one might unwittingly find in a kitchen. It feels so, so wrong to pour them down the drain, and let's drop the pretense - the very concept of an egg… Continue reading Whole Egg Pot de Crèmes

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

Coping with Disappointment

For various reasons, people tend to think I have my dumplings together. I am here to assure you of precisely the opposite. An inconvenient alternate hypothesis, you might say, and I would agree. I am not the smartest one in the room. I am not exceedingly gifted in any discernible fashion. I am not the… Continue reading Coping with Disappointment

Rhubarb and Mascarpone

I'm in a Starbucks, sitting at a window seat from which my field of vision spills out like the sun onto a lightly bleached lower Spadina. It's hard to believe the Thursday rain, the February pain. It feels, even if it's not the case, that summer's speaking. It just feels that way. But I still… Continue reading Rhubarb and Mascarpone