December 2009
December 11th, 2009
Written by Alakananda Mookerjee in The Welcoming Table with 0 Comments
Instinctively, the two words that float to an American’s mind (or any Westerner, for that matter) when thinking of Indian foods are “spices” and “curry.” Mavis Parker, 75, is a traditional Midwesterner from Brookings, South Dakota, who was never exposed to Indian food. On the other hand, Mathew McClelland, 38, is a cosmopolitan New Yorker, who eats it often.Still, they share a similar perception...
December 11th, 2009
Written by Ann Tierney Prochnow in Feature Stories with 0 Comments
Festivals have a rich tradition throughout Asian cultures, whether the festival originated out of a shared agrarian heritage, as a celebration of a successful harvest, or as an opportunity for families to reunite and offer prayers for future health and prosperity. There are ethnic festivals they have celebrated for thousands of years and have become so ingrained into the culture that people may...
December 10th, 2009
Written by Alakananda Mookerjee in Feature Stories with 0 Comments
BROOKLYN, N.Y. – Board the N train at the Canal Street subway station and a 20-minute ride over the Manhattan Bridge (and a maze of underground tunnels) takes one to 8th Avenue in Brooklyn – the gateway to New York City’s lesser-known Chinatown.Territorially speaking, after Manhattan and Queens', it’s the smallest Chinese enclave, but it is by no means, any less Chinese. Locked between 62nd and...
December 8th, 2009
Written by David Wolfford in The Welcoming Table with 0 Comments
Japanese sushi has become a trendy meal in the United States over the past few years. However, its place in Japanese food is often misunderstood or mischaracterized. Those fearful of bellying up to a sushi bar are often shocked to find that sushi is not raw fish, but vinegar-flavored rice that accompanies some Japanese meals. Originally, sushi was used to wrap and preserve fish — the actual rice...
December 8th, 2009
Written by Renee Cho in Our Daily Walk with 0 Comments
I’ll always remember the day I ran home from school crying because a boy had pulled back his eyes to ridicule my Chinese eyes and called me “chicken chow mein.” My mother urged me to return to school, pull my eyes down, and call him “hot dog.” I did, and incredibly, he never teased me again. However, the incident made me realize I was different from everyone else.
I am grateful that my two sons,...