Saturday, November 28, 2009
A post-Thanksgiving tradition: save the carcass!
CHINESE TURKEY SOUP WITH RICE ("XI-FAN")
1 roasted turkey carcass, (original whole turkey ranging 18-22 lbs.)
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
STIR-FRY BEEF AND BROCCOLI
Sriracha Hot Chili Sauce (optional)
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
My inspiration: dinners with Lazy Susan
As a child growing up in Seattle, Washington in
the 1970s, I kind of lived a double life. You see, I am 100% Chinese. But back then, even though my traditional parents
were extremely proud of our culture and heritage, they chose to raise me and my three older siblings in a community that was predominantly Caucasian. Mom and dad spoke fluent Mandarin in the house,
but we answered back in English. For
eight years, I attended a Catholic grade school where the only other Chinese
students were my two older sisters and brother.
My public high school offered a bit more diversity, but I still didn’t
have any Asian friends. In my college sorority,
there were 120 girls in the house. How
many Asians? Seven. (And that included
Jane, our sweet, little housekeeper.) But
despite the lack of diversity in our social circles growing up in Seattle, my parents
always taught my siblings and me to take pride in our culture. To preserve the traditions. Stay true to our roots. So even though mom sent us to school with bologna sandwiches in our lunch
bags, we would sit down to a home-cooked Chinese meal around our big, round table, every single night.
Complete with a spinning Lazy Susan, just like
in the Chinese restaurants, our dining
room table was the heart of our home. It was here where our family of six would
gather for a delicious, traditional Chinese dinner that my mother would skillfully
whip up, with love, seven nights a week.
Platters of soy sauce chicken, saucy beef and broccoli, stir-fried bok
choy, spicy ma-po tofu with minced pork, and of course, rice. (My dad loved rice, and in his opinion, no
meal is complete without an ample pot of steamed white rice.) It wouldn’t be unusual to have four or five
courses like this every night. Nor would
it be considered indulgent to consume three different types of meat in one
sitting – chicken, beef and pork, all in one meal. Yes, Carnivores-R-Us! My Caucasian friends eating Hamburger Helper
just didn’t know what they were missing.
Over the years, I did take these Chinese feasts for granted. I really didn’t know how good I had it until I left for college, and then was suddenly craving mom’s lo-mein noodles after a week of bland, fattening, unhealthily prepared meals at the sorority. Our cook at the Pi Phi house would “season” a turkey by spraying Pam Non-Stick Cooking Spray all over it (sorry for outing you, Lorna, but that was gross). I would go home every Sunday and chow down on one of mom’s great Chinese dinners AND do loads of laundry – double bonus. After my siblings and I got married and started having our own kids, we were spoiled with the Sunday Chinese dinner ritual for several years. But when the headcount of the immediate family topped out at 17 (10 adults, 7 grandchildren), the weekly dinners thinned out to quarterly gatherings. And then, they were reduced to just Chinese New Year’s dinners, which were eventually replaced with my parents booking a couple round tables at a restaurant in Chinatown. It simply was just too many people, and therefore too much work for my dear, petite mom. Her dedication to feeding her large Chinese family has certainly been a labor of love. She has put in countless hours slicing, dicing, poaching, frying, marinating. Mom’s tired, and it’s time for someone else to pick up the slack. To carry on the tradition. To host the family gatherings. To honor my mom. And to ensure her legacy continues.