As a second-generation Asian American, my relationship to my heritage feels tenuous sometimes. When I live in a neighborhood without a large Asian population, haven’t spoken Taiwanese or Mandarin on a regular basis in years, and then there’s the whole interracial marriage thing. As much as I might neglect my roots, some things are hardwired.
Food and Hapa kids are on my mind, with a couple of links to share.
HapaMama surprises even herself by what she allows to pass for breakfast.
HapaMama loves to cook. Yet she hates to cook. Which is a problem, when there are lunches to pack and dinners to serve. She’s found a couple solutions, but needs your help.
Happy Chinese New Year! HapaMama reflects on some yummy dumpling making adventures with her kids.
So my four year old started sniffling yesterday, which makes him (and me!) miserable. My Old-World instinct is to go straight to the grocery store, where I buy an organic chicken, some celery and carrots, and put it in a pot. After all, if some homemade chicken soup doesn’t help, it’ll at least help him […]
Yan can cook… but can he get my kids to eat their vegetables? Grace takes advantage of a cooking class with Martin Yan to get some parenting advice.
The Thanksgiving turkey was always accompanied by candied sweet potatoes. This very American dish seemed strangely appropriate for a family of Taiwanese immigrants, as the island’s early settlers survived on the hardy orange tuber when rice was scarce and expensive.