Korean BBQ

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Boka

Recently I met up with two of my friends in Manhattan. I hadn’t seen them in around three years and I thought it was time for us to get together again! We had gone to a school in Connecticut together, but when we went to different high schools we lost touch. I was a day student, and they were both boarding students from Korea. Since many of the students at the school were from different countries and had different backgrounds, I was often exposed to as much of their culture, as they were mine. Our dining hall also did what they could to accommodate such different tastes in their cooking. I became familiar with foods that I otherwise wouldn’t have known, such as kimchi. When I suggested we meet up, I let them pick the restaurant. My friends, Brian and E, decided on a place called Boka. E said that it was a very popular hangout place for NYU students, and that they served great Korean barbecue. I didn’t know what Korean barbecue was, but I agreed that if they liked it then I probably would too! It turns out that Korean barbecue is just crazy good barbecue that I highly recommend.

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Delicious! 

Brian and E are two friends that I had hoped to keep in touch with after graduation, and I’m so glad that we could see each other again! I’m thankful for the experiences that I had at school with them. I was able to get an understanding of other cultures from those who were from the actual countries. In a way, it prepared me for my experiences here in New York City. I’m thankful that I have a background that encouraged the introduction of new foods into my life. Without the influence that I felt there to embrace new things I don’t know if I would have such an open mind about food here in New York.

Shannon

Thanksgiving: My Food Voice

In my food voice paper I wrote about my mom’s lasagna. While home for Thanksgiving she made it like always. When she was making it Thursday morning, I was able to get a picture of her laying down the layers. She gave me a disapproving look as I got in her way, but she let me take the picture. Snapchat-8497507258627261225

Like always my paternal side of the family loved it. They commented again about how the German makes the best lasagna at an Italian Thanksgiving. In fact, they almost ate the whole tray of it, and my dad’s side of the family is pretty small.

As for me, my mom made gluten free baked ziti which was amazing. As I talked about in my last pots, I really missed good home cooked meals. So when I got my plate of ziti I downed it in a matter of minutes. My grandma looked so proud.

 

Variety

Something I’ve noticed in recent weeks is that the most important thing to me when it comes to food is the level of variety. When I was at home, I had options that I wouldn’t have had at Wagner. Likewise, when I came back to campus, I wasn’t able to have all of the foods that I would have had at home. Fortunately we have the advantage of being near an expanse of different options when it comes to cuisine. New York City provides plenty of opportunity to switch things up and discover new favorites. What I’m dreading is when I go back to my summer camp. I work at a creative and performing arts camp in Connecticut and I learned very quickly that I don’t like the monotony in the food that they serve. I just signed my contract for another session next summer, and I am already dreading the food schedule that I will be forced to participate in. Every year I have the same dietary pattern when I am there. For the first few weeks, I go into everything with an open mind. I try the main dish that they serve; I eat salad at least once a day, and have cereal during our meetings, which take place after the campers have gone to bed. Not long after that is when I start to break. I put more faith into the salad bar as time goes on. I eat salad and fruit for days in a row. But as the last few weeks approach, I give up. I eat out more often and decide to spend money rather than face another leaf of lettuce. Just thinking about it makes me a little nauseous. I know the need for variety isn’t something exclusive to my own experiences, but I think I may feel it a bit stronger than the average person. I haven’t heard any other complaints about this problem from the people I work with, just that they don’t like the food as much as they wished they would. I have one coworker who only eats a few things and I don’t understand how she can do it. In or out of camp she only eats meals which are very familiar to her and that she is able to make herself. I feel that we have completely opposite problems.

I worry about how I will handle another session of camp. Will I find that it wasn’t as bad as I had remembered it? Will I shudder and cringe as soon as I walk into their dining hall? Maybe I will live exclusively off of take out. Either way, it has taught me that in order to truly enjoy meals, I need to find a good balance.

Shannon

Exploring Sunset Park

This semester, me and two of my classmates ventured to Sunset Park, Brooklynn and we went there to explore the neighborhood and learn its history. One of the historical landmarks that we visited was Green-Wood Cemetery; it was established in 1838 and was one of the first cemeteries in the country to have a graveyard not located at a church. It also has a great view of the city and the harbor. The next place that we visited was Brooklynn’s proclaimed ”Chinatown”. Going down 8th Avenue, we were able to see a flux of people who were of Chinese descent. There were many restaurants and small shops that sold fish, fresh fruits, and vegetables. One of the restaurants that we went to was Kai Feng Fu Dumpling House. My teacher had recommended that we visit it, and sure enough his recommendation was not disappointing. I ordered shrimp and pork dumplings and I must say that they were absolutely delicious. Lets just say that I have been having a craving for dumplings ever since I ate them and I made sure my mom ordered me more dumplings to snack on almost every week since then. Even though my project on this neighborhood is complete, I will try to visit Sunset Park more often and I can’t wait to find out what other historical aspects of the neighborhood I will learn about.

This is the beautiful entrance to Green-Wood Cemetery established in 1838.

NYC Menus Then and Now

Last week during history class I learned about the importance of menus in the 19th century in NYC. The menus that I viewed were very long and had many standards for serving each course. Compared to menus today they were very detailed and long and dinner was a very complicated thing. Now a days menus for a dinner party are short and have few options for guest to choose from. Theres no directions to certain ways to serve the food.

Menus in the 19th century could have up to 12 courses with strict regulations. The menu my class received  was  12 courses and each course had to be served a certain way with specific drinks in-between them. There was a first course, soup course, fish course, entrees which were served in-between any of the courses, vegetable course, game or salad course, and a few different types of desert courses. This was a very in-depth menu with multiple choices. This shows how complicated the menus in the 19th century was and how these menus show the way the wealth lived. The wealthy had many servants and accessibility to many different foods. The types of foods on the menu shows the money they had and the foods they could afford.

Present day restaurant menus are less explanatory and are made to be more appealing to the costumer. Menus today at a restaurant explain the way the food is cooked with a short detailed synapses on what is in the dish. Still till this day the quality of the menu, the prices of the food, and the types of foods offered displays the status of the restaurant.

No More Neophobia

Growing up, I kind of limited myself to the new foods that I was willing to try. I come from a Russian-Jewish background and the foods from those cultures are very interesting to say the least. For example, gefilte fish is something that my brother and I swore that we will never eat. When we were younger, we always used to laugh about how someone could’ve possibly came up with such a dish – fish jello soup. It still seems unreal to me but mostly everyone in my family indulges in it at almost every holiday. In addition, my family is the exact opposite of someone who is neophobic. They are willing to try almost everything including snails, alligator bites, frog legs and so much more. Ironically, they always called me the weird one because when we went out to eat I ordered calamari and penne vodka. It came to a point that the waiter at out usual restaurants knew what I was ordering before we even sat down. They always used to yell at me and make fun of me for constantly ordering the same exact dish at every place we went to.

I can’t recall the exact moment when my eating habits changed but all of a sudden I was willing to try foods that 3 years ago wouldn’t even cross my mind. My family was just as surprised as I was when we went to a sushi restaurant one day and instead of ordering chicken terriyaki I got a few different rolls that included a variety of raw fish and new ingredients that I have never tried before. Since that day, I was willing to try almost anything. I believe that broadening my horizons for food definitely made me overall a more open-minded person. I’m very grateful that my family sort of pushed me to try new things because now I can really appreciate all different types of cuisines that are offered in New York City as well as any other places that I travel to in the future.

Ellis Island Dining

I went to Ellis Island last weekend and happened upon a part of the museum where they talked about how meals were served and what the dining experience for someone who had just arrived to New York would have been like. They were required by law to provide food for anyone that had been detained and forced to stay on the Island so they needed to cook large meals for hundreds of people at a time.   At the exhibit they had pictures of the immigrants eating and accounts of what the food was like. They also had examples of the plates and the museum’s dining area actually had chairs and decor which resembled the ones that were there when it was still a functioning immigration center.

One of the dining areas on Ellis Island.

Because there was such an array of cultures arriving, there was no way to be able to serve them foods that were common and familiar to everyone there. Oreste Teglia an Italian immigrant that arrived in 1916, was interviewed in1985 about her experience while she was on Ellis Island. She said, “We got oatmeal for breakfast, and I didn’t know what it was, with the brown sugar on it, you know. I couldn’t get myself to eat it. So I put it on the windowsill, let the birds eat it.” Not all of the foods were unknown to them, but a large majority of them were.

There was also an example of a typical menu for the day, taken from a report from the Department of Commerce.

“Hon. Robert Watchorn,

Commissioner of Immigration

Ellis Island, N.Y.

Sir: I have the honor to report that on Monday, November 19, 1906, the bill of fare in the immigrants dining rooms was as follows:

Breakfast

Coffee with milk and sugar, and bread and butter.

Crackers and milk for the women and children.

Dinner

Beef stew, boiled potatoes and bread.

Smoked or pickled herring for hebrews.

Crackers and milk for women and children

Supper

Bread Pudding, Stewed prunes, rye bread, with milk and sugar.

Crackers and milk for women and children.

The food was well prepared and each immigrant was served with a sufficient quantity. The waiters were attentive and the dining rooms were clean.

Respectfully,

Signed Joseph E. Murray

Asst. Commissioner.”

I transcribed the report because unfortunately the picture that I took of it was too small to be read on this post. It’s interesting to see what their daily meals were like! In addition to the milk that was given to the women and children during regular meals, the children would have been delivered warm milk in the mornings and the afternoon as well. Brought around by a man in white, like this picture. He would bring milk to all of the kids that were lined up each day. There was something that stuck out in Donald Robert’s mind about this ritual. He was a Welsh immigrant who arrived in 1925 and in his interview, this is what he said stuck out as his most prevalent memory

 Shannon Bailey

The Terrifying Transition to Gluten Free

I recently discovered that I have Celiac disease. Celiac disease is just a fancy way of saying that gluten and I don’t mix well. Gluten is a protein found in wheat, barley, and rye. When someone with celiac disease eats gluten their body makes an immune reaction that attacks the small intestine. This is why it is so important for those with Celiac disease to stop eating gluten as soon as possible.

I was diagnosed last week and was told to start looking for gluten free options. For someone that has been eating gluten free for many years, this is not difficult. For someone who is new to gluten free, it can be very difficult. Due to discussions in my psychology course at Wagner College, I have become wary of labelling and wonder if foods that advertise they are gluten free really are gluten free.

I have discovered that the supermarket near my house, ShopRite, has an entire gluten free isle. Although I will not know if they are completely gluten free, acquiring these foods is a step in the right direction. I have also discovered there are many restaurants on Staten Island that offer gluten free foods. Villa Monte’s gluten free pizza is known by many as the best on the island. Goodfellas offers gluten free pasta options (although I’m still wary about eating there because of their mice problem not too long ago).

Although this transition will probably be difficult in the beginning, I know I will get used to it as most do. This also gives me a whole new field of cooking and baking to pursue! I’m sure I will discover many gluten free dishes to prepare and force them upon my family even though they don’t need to eat gluten free!

Exploring my Food Voice

This past weekend, together with my sister and some friends from home, we traveled to Elmwood Park, NJ to a restaurant called Royal Warsaw. This restaurant offers a typical polish cuisine along with some typical American food choices. I thought I would write about this since in class we always refer back to our food voice. For my essay on food voices at the beginning of the semester I wrote about pierogies and what they mean to me and how they tell my story. Sure enough this is one of my favorite foods and so at Royal Warsaw I decided to order them as my main entree. As an appetizer I ordered traditional Polish soup called “zurek.” This was served inside a bread bowl which made the dish extra appetizing. Although this food is not nearly as good as the homemade polish foods my family makes, it brought back many memories of how we make pierogies and other dishes as a family back home. I even brought back some extra pierogies for my roommate to try a traditional dish from my culture. Having opportunities like dining at this polish restaurant allow me to explore my food voice further.

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Oysters

This past weekend my family and I, went for a mini getaway to Atlantic City for the weekend. Once we arrived, we were all so hungry so we rushed to the first restaurant we came across. This restaurant was called Izakaya, and it had a modern Japanese cuisine. We were seated and one by one we began to order. When it was my mom’s turn to order she asked for oysters, I immediately looked at her like she had ten heads.  I had never seen my mother order or eat oysters, and I had no idea she even liked oysters. When the waiter brought the oysters out my first response was “Oh my god these are gross”. Theses oysters looked so slimy that I was skeeved out just by looking at them. As gross as they seemed, in the back of my head I kept hearing Dr. Smith’s voice saying how delicious oysters are. My parents and siblings were begging me to try them aimagesnd so I finally gave in. I was so confused as to how one eats Oysters. So I decided to use a fork instead of slurping it out of the shell, yes I was the only one in the whole restaurant using a fork to eat oysters. After trying oysters for the first time, I could not believe how good they tasted. I’m happy I was open to trying them and learning how delicious they are. I forgot to take a picture of the actual oysters I ate, but I found an image that looks exactly like them. I highly recommend anyone who has not tried oysters to go out and order some and give it a shot because I can guarantee you will love them.