On August 15, 1945 the Japanese announced their surrender. This announcement signaled the end of the war. However; the official signing of a surrender did not take place until September 2 aboard the battleship USS Missouri that was docked in Tokyo Bay.Continue reading “Remembering V-J Day with Reverence”
Today is National Fried Rice Day. It’s a day the resonates so well with me. As many of you know, I come from a mixed marriage. Dad is an Okie with Irish-Cherokee roots. Mom was a Filipino by way of Spain with a splash of Chinese for good measure.Continue reading “Fried Rice Day and Fond Memories”
Today is National Noodle Day. Perfect for early October, since this is National Pasta Month. And who here doesn’t want to set aside the diet plan and indulge in some hearty Italian Comfort Food? So why the Asian influence?Continue reading “Sesame Garlic Ramen Noodles”
Today was one of those days when it was nearly impossible to pick which delicious day to celebrate. Now I know in the past when I’ve found myself in such a pickle, I’ve managed to bring it all together. But not this time around.Continue reading “In an Instant, It’s All in The Wok”
Have you ever wondered what is the difference between Lo Mein and Chow Mein? Like most people, I always thought it was the type of noodle. One is soft, as in Lo Mein, the other crisp, as in Chow Mein. The basic concept is correct. But there’s more.
Did you know that today is National Fried Rice Day? Yep, an entire day dedicated to fried rice. I love fried rice. What I don’t like about it is that authentic fried rice is something that requires planning. Everyone knows the best rice is day-old or at least hours old rice.
One night a few years back, I kicked off my shoes and decided to catch up on a little reading via recipe searches – love to see what’s new out there. That’s when I came upon Basil Garlic Noodle over at Cooking with a Wallflower. Andrea’s dish looked wonderful and her blog had great photos. It’s a fun read with a great presentation and general yummy feel. I’m usually so rushed when I’m cooking that I don’t often take pictures along the way. I should – I really should think “blog”, but I don’t – shame on me! And my family is usually so famished at the end of the day, I’m lucky I get that “finished” photo snapped before being overrun as they dig in. Truth be told, most of the pictures are of my plate that I take in another room to “snap” before joining my hungry fellows.
Growing up in a mixed culture household, rice often graced our dinner table. While other families dined on mashed potatoes with creamy gravy, we ate a ton of white rice smothered in that same delicious gravy. Oh sure, if there were a roast in the oven, it was a safe bet that our starchy side for the evening were potatoes. However; more often than not those spuds were not mashed but rather quartered and roasted alongside the beef, soaking in all those wonderful flavors of the pan drippings.