This is what the process of making hong shao niu rou tang, or chinese braised beef soup, means to me.
Hotpot Epiphanies: An AAPI Collection
What and how we eat can be often be a source of pride (or shame), depending on who eats alongside us. In our AAPI Collection, "Hotpot* Epiphanies," our GWN memoirists explore the connection between food and belonging. Are they and their tastebuds American? Asian? Both? Neither? And when does it matter?
(*Hotpot is a communal Chinese pot of soup stock accompanied by many small plates of raw meats and ingredients. Diners add what they like to stock to make a customized bowl of soup.)
As a Chinese American, growing up in a predominately white environment was challenging towards my identity—especially at school. As I get older, I am able to appreciate the beauty of my culture.
Two essays about experiencing American holidays through the lens of immigrant families. Each of us has different stories of trying to figure out American holiday traditions, but we’ve also tried to build our own.
There is no kitchen appliance more magical than a rice cooker. Compact, electric and brimming with tasty grains, it holds a special place in our hearts. Here, we pay tribute to the rice cooker.
I wrote this piece to reflect on my favorite tradition every year– my family’s Christmas Eve dinners, which demonstrates my multi-cultural background through the food that we eat.
Moving from city to city at a young age, away from my family and relatives, shaped my passions and how I view the world. These two chants connect blurry fragments of my childhood to my hopes for the future.
Chao ga. To describe it in English makes it sound unappetizing.
A poem of food and family.
I loved everything in Anne’s fridge.