Daikon And Carrot Noodle Salad With Sesame Ginger Dressing

I haven’t sat down to write in this space for three months.

Well, that’s not entirely true. I’ve come here. I’ve flipped the lid of my laptop. I’ve stared blankly into the screen. I’ve opened up a fresh document and wrote over a thousand emotional words about the hollow exhaustion I feel on this lengthy health journey–plus, just all the feelings.

Feelings about shootings,  infuriatingly flippant rape convictions and all of the tirelessly troubling news that seemed to hit over and over again during the summer. The 2016 political climate and how IDONTUNDERSTANDWHATISHAPPENING.  I wrote about why I wasn’t writing. I just wrote all the words that came up. The word vomit. Out of my finger tips. Finger vomit? Feelings vomit? Finger feelings? I wrote those.

How do I say all the things I need to say? How vulnerable is too vulnerable? Do I even have anything important to say? I’ve been silent for too long. Do I even remember how to blog?  This is a food blog, should I even talk about rape here? So many important things are going on, not to mention the crippling exhaustion I’ve faced these last months struggling with my own health. Should I let them know that sometimes, even though I’m strong, I cry and sincerely fear that I will never be healthy again? Should I really just write about salad? Look, here’s a nice salad. Surely I can’t come back from not saying any words, and being silently overwhelmed with emotions, just to jump back in like nothing ever happened and make you guys a salad!! […]

Quick & Easy Homemade Guacamole

Who’s in the mood for a little storytelling? I’m going to give you the origin story of how I learned to make the worlds easiest guacamole. But, mostly this is an in memoriam to the kitchens of college past.

When I went off to college I was armed with an arsenal of low cut tops, chunky platform flip-flops and a handful of recipes that I had learned from my mother. The first year of school was spent in a crowded dorm room with two other girls. The microwave was attached the the refrigerator, creating this for-rent contraption called a “Microfridge”. Like any good Hawaiian girl, I brought along a rice pot. My Filipino roommate moved in with the largest bag of rice I’d ever seen, and a Costco pack of Vienna Sausage stored on the upper tier of our closet, above the coats. These things made up our “kitchen”. Cooking that year didn’t resemble cooking. I ate a lot of frozen burritos, and whatever suspicious “maybe it’s chicken, or is this fish?” they served us in the cafeteria. Our Microfridge only caught on fire three times that year, burning whatever questionable food we were trying to nuke at the time. I suppose this was a regular occurrence in other dorm rooms as well. Sometimes when walking the halls, it would smell like a Chicken Chow Mein electrical fire–wafting the scents of takeout mixed with dangerous university issued appliances from under the doors. I missed being able to cook my own food. I missed having personal space. I missed not falling asleep to the sound of one of my roommates smacking lips with her new boyfriend.  […]

Salmon & Avocado Poke {Gluten-Free + Paleo}

Raise your hand if you don’t want to actually cook dinner tonight? I can’t actually see you, but I’m pretty sure your hand is raised. Mine is. High. Way up there. Like, straight up. I must look like I have an urgent question. I’m going to put my arm down now. It’s much easier to type with two hands. You’re probably like “Um, Gina…why are you so mad at cooking? You write a dang food blog. Are you upset with your life choices? WHAT IS LIFE?!?!” Or, maybe this is just me having an uncomfortably public, not-so-internal existential crisis on the internet…and talking about myself in the third person, which is kind of gross and every bit regrettable. That’s cool, guys. I’m fine. Let’s just eat some raw fish. We’re going to make this Salmon and Avocado Poke, which is full of all the good fats and will hopefully power my brain to write better sentences and not be 98% all types of embarrassing. Not likely. But, we can dream.   […]

Red Curry Beef Stew with Sweet Potato & Kale

I know this soup looks entirely like winter, but I’m not convinced that soup should have a season.

Plus, if we’re honest, spring hasn’t been super committal this year. It’s somewhere between 50 degrees and 87 degrees every day. So, my California wardrobe feels confused. Do I wear a sweater, or is this fog going to burn off– leaving me to sweat like an Easter ham? Do I gamble and wear a dress? Or, is it going to start raining–leaving my laboriously shaved legs to goosebump and become spiky once again. It’s confusing to be in your thirties and feel like you’re not able to dress yourself correctly. At least we have soup, you guys. I get soup. I understand soup. Soup’s not going to make me feel like an idiot for wearing this sweater. I love you, soup. I really do.

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