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

Everyone’s in, everything’s out

First it was face masks, then it was TP, then it was hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, and now it's flour and salt. I went out today on my usual half hour morning walk (my walk to work takes that same amount of time, but now I just walk the perimeter of a nearby neighbourhood). It's… Continue reading Everyone’s in, everything’s out

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

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