From Days Gone By, Part 4
Part 1-Vanilla Pudding
Part 2- The Summer Sandwich
Part 3- Mac & Cheese
What?! Two consecutive recipe posts in the span of a few days? That's right folks I'm being consistent for once!
pudding weather
It's muggy and cloudy here right now... my favorite kind of weather. The kind of weather where you feel obligated to stay inside in your pj's and slippers, and watch tv with a cup of hot chocolate while laying off all the work you have to do... And for me, that means remembering happy memories of my childhood. *cue nostalgic music*
Growing up in an ethnic family, my version of "childhood" was a lot different from the "childhoods" of many of my friends at middle school. It was always both entertaining and interesting to note the differences: my parents never knew what the term "you're grounded" meant, we opened presents on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day, and going to McDonalds was a rare meal that we treated like a formal sit down dinner instead of a weekly occurrence.
the food at our birthday parties: egg rolls, pork, rice, and other vietnamese fare
For me, the biggest cultural difference I saw was in the food. For dinner every single night it was the same Vietnamese format: bowls of rice with steamed vegetables, a stewed or sauteed protein (usually pork, such as "thit kho"- braised pork belly with eggs), and some form of soup (like "canh chua"- a sour soup). Once a week we would have pho from the restaurant or some other dish we would request that my mom would bring home.
Not to say that we were deprived from the cuisine America had to 'offer'. McDonalds was like a rare luxury treat, and pizza caused my cousins and I to jump around crying tears of happiness until the pizza man came. If we were
really lucky, we would order a huge family meal for KFC, including all of the sides (the mac and cheese was my favorite). My sister and I would stupidly wonder between each other, "Wow, is this what Americans eat for dinner everyday?"
evolution: shrimp tempura and pizza, cause we were cultured, yo!
My parents also had the classically funny, odd Asian couple view on American food. They worked their asses off at the restaurant, but when they wanted to wind down their idea of a grand old time was going to Hometown Buffet, for what they called "white people food", and in particular bread pudding. No, I don't think they meant to be politically incorrect, that's just what they called it.
reminds me of cooking at home