Everyone is talking about ramen, and there’s a ramen shop in almost every East Bay neighborhood. But what about all the other delicious Asian soups out there with the same soul-warming potential? Here are ten soups (at eight venues) you might not have thought of.
According to a report in the October 2014 issue of Consumer Reports high tuna consumption may do more harm than good for pregnant women. This finding challenges the FDA guidelines that do not include tuna on the list of fish to avoid due to high levels of mercury.
The study looked at about 10,000 British children born at the turn of this century and found no developmental problems among those whose mothers drank moderately during pregnancy. But even the study’s authors caution that abstaining from alcohol is still best for mothers-to-be.
Hmong refugees have been resettling in California’s Central Valley since the late 1970s. Most arrived with few personal belongings, but they did carry their cultural practices — and their recipes. At traditional Hmong healing ceremony in rural Merced, family members feasted on pork and cabbage rolls, fresh fish, and more.
The most valuable thing I learned was that the nausea was a result of a blood sugar drop — explaining why it’s worse in the morning and therefore given the totally fallacious name of “Morning Sickness” — so as long as I had enough food in me at all times, I’d be okay. In order to stave off what was for me 24-hour nausea, I had to eat every two hours.
Given the whole pregnancy thing, I’ve been sourcing non-alcoholic alternatives to my usual alcoholic libations. Cocktails aren’t too hard to fake with mocktails, because while you may miss the satisfying bite of the gin or the underlying sweetness of rum, at least you can still make it a tasty drink with high-end mixers, homemade syrups, fresh herbs, and fruit, right?
So after the last Pregnant Pause post about food making me sick and now with this one being all about not drinking, you’re probably asking, “Um, isn’t this supposed to be a food blog?” It’s a fair point, but I think you’d much rather read stuff like this instead of cooings about the purple unicorniness of pregnancy and how gestating is like sitting on a cloud of cotton candy. (Because it’s not, and there are no unicorns, purple or otherwise.)
Let me tell you, it’s no picnic being two months pregnant when you edit, write, or read about food for a living.
“Hm, shall I write about what I had for dinner? Because I’m sure the readers will be SO HAPPY to read about the sparkling water and handful of almonds I forced down just to keep from booting this evening.”