As a Korean-American foodie who resides in West Oakland, I’m lucky that there’s a slew of fine eateries not too far from our home all along Telegraph Avenue in Temescal.
Tag: comfort food
My brother and I were enthralled with American junk food, as McDonald’s, potato chips and doughnuts seemed “exotic” to our childhood palates. And while we’d indulge in ice cream and hamburgers like our friends, we also grew up eating other foods that reflected our Korean-American heritage.
Chock full of sausage, sweet bell peppers, and melty cheese, this savory bread pudding is the most brilliant thing you can make ahead for brunch.
So if you love enchiladas, but aren’t crazy about making them; or if you simply crave an easy-to-make hearty one-dish meal that will please your entire family, here is my recipe for Cheesy Enchilada Casserole. The main recipe uses chicken but I’ve also included a vegetarian alternative that uses butternut or acorn squash at the end. Both are great choices for an easy and hearty dinner at home.
Gooey, cheesy, warm, and indulgent. The inspiration for this twist on the classic mac n’ cheese comes from the haunting memory of Tortelli di Zucca from Mantua (handmade ravioli stuffed with a velvety smooth puree of pumpkin, crushed almondy Amaretti cookies, and a hint of spices).
So, I’m reading Nora Ephron’s 1983 novel Heartburn — I think I’m the last person in America to realize that Ephron was a foodie long before Julie & Julia, Ephron was a foodie — and the book is filled with love and longing and heartbreak and food. Lots of food.
Well, now I’ve seen everything. As it was pointed out to me recently, voting Californians care more for the rights of chickens than they do for those of gay men and women. In my bio-degradable peanut-wrapped little world of well-educated, thoughtful, and admittedly left-leaning friends and co-workers, I had previously thought this was all but impossible.
I believed I didn’t know a single person– especially anyone close to me– who would, by touching a button or drawing a little black line to connect an arrow in a voting booth, actively raise a finger to institutionalize discrimination against me, or my sister, or my brother who, in a very real sense, died from internalizing all the hate and ignorance, both spoken and unspoken, that surrounds gay men and women and tells us we are not as deserving of happiness as everyone else. The electorate has demanded that a chicken be allowed the freedom to fully spread its wings and, in the same breath, has seen to it that I am not allowed to fully stretch mine.
Comfort food is different for every person. It might be your mother’s meatloaf, a bowl of butter-padded mashed potatoes, or a vat of chicken soup. Personally, I never thought I’d be looking to a New Mexican restaurant as my comfort food source, but that’s exact what Green Chile Kitchen has come to mean for me. […]