Many chefs pay homage to their moms and the recipes that nourished them as children in their restaurants. In a Mother's Day tribute for edibleDC’s Spring issue (out now!), I had the privilege of talking to three Washington D.C. chefs about their awesome moms and...
I heart noodles. Ramen. Chow mein. Pancit. And especially my mom’s mie goreng (Indonesian fried noodles). But today, I’d like to give a shout-out to a lesser known noodle dish—japchae. A classic Korean dish, you’ll find japchae on the menu at just about any Korean restaurant in the U.S. If you’re lucky...
General Tso’s chicken may be the emblematic go-to dish at Chinese restaurants across North America but this supposedly Hunan dish is virtually unknown in China. In her 2013 cookbook Every Grain of Rice--Simple Chinese Home Cooking, Fuchsia Dunlop explains that General Tso’s chicken was actually invented by...
As immigrants, our Thanksgiving tables are likely to be vastly different from the garden variety spread of roast turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie. Two months ago, I was talking to people about their melting-pot Thanksgiving food traditions for an article that just came...
Hamburger patties sans buns are now very popular with the low-carb/gluten-free set but the Japanese may have been the geniuses who thought of it first. The wafu hamburger can be described as a cross between a teriyaki burger patty and meatloaf. My dear friend Yuki who...
When I first met Shulie Madnick, I was confused. With straight, black tresses skimming her shoulders, an olive-brown complexion, and pretty almond eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled, Shulie looked South Asian. Yet she had an indistinguishable (to me!) lilt to her...
Yes, it’s summer and the idea of cooking anything (grilling excepted), let alone stir-frying over a hot wok, can trigger fainting spells. I have a confession to make. I cook and eat soups, stews, hot pastas, and all manner of Asian rice dishes (fried rice, Hainanese...
At the start of the summer grilling season, I never fail to recall childhood backyard barbecues when the adults swilled cold beer and we children devoured sweet, fresh watermelon, juice dripping down our chins. Instead of the ribs and hamburgers that were de rigueur in 1980s America...
I love my pork chops two ways. One, of course, is my mom’s version. Breaded and pan-fried, these lovelies turn out crisp and golden on the outside, juicy on the inside every time (that Mom makes them, that is). The second is honey-garlic pork chops, a...
