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.
In the Soviet Union’s communal kitchens, many families jockeyed for one stove. Apartments were crowded, food was scarce and government informants were everywhere. Still, some found joy and connection.
It’s officially the first day of spring, and for me, that means it’s time for my usual round of spring cleaning in the kitchen. I’ll usually take a weekend afternoon and spend a couple of hours digging through our drawers and cupboards to see what needs to get sold, donated to charity or given away.