This is the third and final part in a series about food and ethnic identity, from a Filipina-American's perspective. Read Part I and P...
Crunch Time: Sweetly Spiced Chipotle Almonds
Cooling down the spice I have approximately 32 hours to finish my final research paper of the semester, for which I've written just two ...
There's No Such Thing as "Free" . . .
(Photo credit: Roboppy/Flickr )** Following the news that fundraising bake sales in California schools could soon be history due to we...
Sweet Treat, Rediscovered: Banana Turons
Classic Turon Hmmmm . . . need to work on my chocolate drizzling. It's said that when something has been lost, it takes fresh eyes to fi...
Post-Thanksgiving Reflections
Ready for the table . . . The bird is now bones, the cranberry has been relished, and I'm stuffed. It's the morning after Thanksgivi...
Lament for Lost Merienda
Merienda, n: (me-ryen-da) an afternoon snack or light meal An interlude. Sweet. Fleeting. Satisfying. Afternoon assignations filled with del...
This Little Pilgrim Went to Market . . .
. . . Whole Foods Market, that is, and she ordered a complete, ready-made Thanksgiving dinner. Then this little pilgrim went "Whee...
What's On Rice: Greek-style Shrimp and Feta
A comment left by Indochine Kitchen on " Identity Bites, Part II " made me think about how a society's food and foodways serv...
Identity Bites, Part II: Empanadobos
This is the (rather tardy) second part in a series about food and ethnic identity, from a Filipina-American's perspective. Read Part I ...
Save the Bake Sale!
Proving that the Law of Unintended Consequences is alive and well, I came across this story in the New York Times online: November 10, 200...
What's On Rice: Spiced Lamb and Black-Eyed Peas
I remember my very first taste of Indian food during the summer of 1995 when a co-worker took me to a small restaurant across the street fro...
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