Growing up, I was raised by a rotating crew of relatives while my parents worked. When it came to dinner, each family member had their own specialty. When I think about my mama (my grandmother on my dad’s side), I can remember her soy sauce braise chicken and shiitake mushrooms simmering on the stove top. My aunt favored lighter dishes, and often times made us steamed fish with scallion and ginger. I can vividly remember a period in my life when I ate pan fried pork chops at least three times a week when my gongong (grandpa on my mom’s side) lived with us.
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If you ever find yourself in downtown Brooklyn, please do yourself a favor and do check out Gersi. It’s a cozy neighborhood restaurant that specializes in northern Italian fare. I’ll let you in on a secret: they have one of those idyllic little backyards that are secretly tucked away in nooks and crannies around south Brooklyn, perfect for summer nights and fair weather evenings.
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During the week, in order to keep my life from spinning out of control and maintain some semblance of routine and self-care, I’ll try my best to eat “healthy-ish”.
This is mainly done to counteract my weekends, which is an entirely different story thats often sang to the tune of laissez-faire indulgence and complete gluttony.
“Healthy-ish” to me used to mean eating take out sushi three times a week (what? Sushi is healthy…right?) After being continually shocked by my seamless bills month after month (those salmon rolls really add up), I’ve turned a leaf and have made a concerted to focus on nourishing myself through cooking and eating my own food.
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