I am new to corn pudding, but what I lack in history I make up for in fervor. There's a special place in my heart for those dishes that look like sides but are really not so far from dessert, sneaking into the party early (extra marshmallows on the sweet potato casserole, please) and if ever there was one, this is it: The delicate sunshine of ...
appetizers
red cabbage slaw with peanuts and dukkah
We have lately entered the phase that I assume is a rite of passage for all parents, where at least part of our dinner a couple times a week is "whatever our toddler didn't eat." (This is especially because one of his favorite new phrases is "No-no," which he uses often and with delight.) All things considered, it's actually a fortunate turn of ...
curried couscous with roasted cauliflower
As it turns out, one of the happier features of law school and, now, law firm life is the dependable occurrence of free lunches at least once a week--whether for a talk, or a deposition, or just inexplicably placed in a breakroom and abandoned for three hours (that's okay, I'll still eat it). As someone who will happily consume anything that's ...
kimchi potato skins
I spent the summer between high school and college working two jobs, one as a hostess at a Chinese restaurant and the other as a waitress at a T.G.I.Friday's. Most of my time at T.G.I.Friday's was spent (1) trying to raise my voice enough in the kitchen that they could hear me when I asked for more ranch, (2) forgetting to enter orders, or (3) ...
korean potato salad (gamja salad)
Two days after we moved to LA, we promptly left again on what would previously have been practically impossible (or at least, incredibly not enjoyable) from our former home, the quickest weekend trip back to B2's home in Hawaii. We went for a wedding and for Halmunee-to-be's first encounter with her grandbaby (whom she likes to call "her baby"). ...
potato, garlic, & leek soup
Every once in a blue moon, usually when we're just about to fall asleep, B2 likes to come up with ideas for things I should cook next. I use "ideas" loosely, because it's mostly a sleepy, intentionally goofy dialogue that consists of "what about ..." followed by a long pause and things like "... homemade hot pockets!" (to be fair, that would be ...
herbed focaccia & pimento romesco
Hi friends! How was your weekend? We spent a fun one down in North Carolina at the wedding of one of Bowl #2's college friends. This might just be me and the fact that I haven't gone to that many yet, but I feel like I love weddings more and more with every one I go to, even when I'm a plus-one and I've never met the bride and groom. (But also ...
spicy gochujang pigs in a blanket
It's a Pig & Quill baby shower!! I can't remember when I first came across the sassy sunshine that is Emily's blog, but it's one of my oldest reads -- Emily's irreverent vivacity and passion for good eats make the Internet that much brighter, and on the days when she turns reflective, it's the kind of writing that hits home, lingers, and ...
taiwanese popcorn chicken
I'm a sucker for food with meaning. I associate food with all sorts of things -- a means of gathering together, a mode for celebration, a medium of remembrance, a conduit for family traditions, all those grand words. I love it all. This means I probably end up ascribing too much significance to my food sometimes -- wait no we have to get peanut ...
swiss chard & quinoa cakes, with garlic yogurt
Oh man. So here's a thing about me -- I am really, really clumsy. Like, if I were a candy bar, I'd be this one. And if I were an idiom, I'd be a bull in a china shop. Sometimes I think it amazes Bowl #2 -- who does everything thoughtfully and deliberately and un-clumsily -- how little sense I have of space and time and, you know, where my body is. ...
![The incomparable @hettymckinnon first sent me a jar of her homemade chili oat crisp nearly a year ago, at the start of the pandemic, and it was so life-alteringly delicious that I have been itching to share it with you here and on my blog ever since. Well, it has been a long wait, but the book that it is in, “To Asia, With Love,” is finally coming out stateside in a few weeks, and so I wrote up Hetty’s recipe earlier this week in anticipation. I did not know at that time what would happen in Atlanta this week, but have felt in my heart how necessary a book like Hetty’s, and voices like Hetty’s, were already—and even more so now.
Hetty writes poignantly in “To Asia, With Love” about a “third culture”–a struggle for her identity growing up as a Chinese immigrant in Australia, and the eventual “cross-pollination of ideas and techniques that are grounded in [her] Chinese heritage, yet greatly influenced by growing up in the Western world.” As immigrants, our cultural identities, and the fabric of society into which we weave, are so complicated. It can be beautiful, but it can also be messy, and events like these show how devastatingly far we still have to go. I don’t have anything more insightful to add than has already been said by so many, but I am glad more than ever for the brilliant, thoughtful voices around me to whom I can look for guidance and inspiration. Some resources posted to my profile, and if you’re looking for a spicy balm to take your mind off things, recipe for Hetty’s chili crisp (which is, all else aside, truly one of the best things I’ve ever made) is on my blog. ❤️ #stopasianhate #stopaapihate](https://tworedbowls.com/wp-content/plugins/instagram-feed/img/placeholder.png)