I've been doing a lot of eating recently. Not that I'm trying to get larger than I already am, but--food is love. Or at least comfort. And it's been a rocky week. Even when your kid is in their twenties, letting go is hard, and since--to put it mildly--I'm a little OCD, I'm having issues.
Growing up in Hawaii, all my comfort foods are South/Asian. My grandpa was from Louisiana, and everyone else was Island born and bred. Mochi, gau, pork adobo, fried okra and collards, chocolate chess pie and chicken long rice. Easy on the stomach and soothing like a good bowl of chicken and dumplings. I'm popping watercress boiled in chicken stock with ginger like it's candy. Today I made scallion cakes.
Nom nom nom nom. Totally delicious.