As I was perusing the latest issue of Bon Appétit, I happened upon a recipe that mom could get down with: Shrimp Toast. It’s got the taste and texture of the classic dim sum shrimp ball, and the archetypal Americana charm of white bread with the crusts cut off. This was the runaway hit at our Sunday night pot luck dinner so you can bet we’ll be making it again soon.
I find it hard to go wrong with popcorn chicken in any culture. I love me some Popeye’s and KFC here in America. But a while ago, I had a sudden craving for the Taiwanese version: 鹽酥雞. Usually you can get a hot serving in a paper bag at any boba place. The addition of Asian flavors like ginger and rice wine in the marinade make this type of popcorn chicken much more flavorful.
Growing up, I was never a huge fan of noodle soup or really any clear broth soup. What a fool I was. Now I make or eat noodle soups any chance I get… like today’s lunch – this homemade Vietnamese pho.
When you’re trying to name a dish for your blog and your mom Asians so hard.
…and the clear winner is my belly.
Mom invented yet another dish tonight, inspired by this hole-in-the-wall restaurant we went to when we were in Hong Kong earlier this year. Mom did not love the ambience (she refused to touch anything and insisted they turn off their fans), but I guess the memory of the clay pot rice stuck with her.
Here’s what she whipped up tonight – clay pot rice (cooked to crispiness at the bottom) with homemade salted pork, bok choy and leeks. We ate every last bite.