I started this blog to memorialize my food exploits, which are mostly in Chicago, Illinois, but certainly are a focus of my attention when I go out of town.
As a third-generation Chinese-American born in Chicago, seemingly every family or social event revolved around food. Because we were fairly Americanized, not every Chinese tradition was followed. We celebrated the American New Year with Chinese customs, but not the Chinese New Year based on the lunar calendar. We followed Buddhist customs by respecting our ancestors, and brought food to them as offerings at the cemetery.
As an adult I have come to appreciate others’ cooking by teaching myself how to cook. If I find something I like, I will try to figure out how to make it at home. For this reason, I tend to hold in high regard tasty dishes that I cannot replicate.
But while I believe I have an “educated” palette, I am anything but a food snob. I’ve been to Alinea, one of the best restaurants in the nation, but I am also content eating a steak burrito at my favorite burrito joint.