A Bittersweet Comfort

Thumbnail: BBQ pork
Thumbnail: Washing veggies
Thumbnail: Cutting onions
Thumbnail: Shiitake mushrooms
Thumbnail: Washed veggies
Thumbnail: Bone China bowls
Thumbnail: Soup close-up
Thumbnail: Soup extreme close-up

A bowl of egg-noo­dles, with bar­be­cue pork, shi­itake mush­rooms, shrimp, car­rots, bok choi, and green onions in a chick­en broth, is con­sid­ered com­fort food for most Chinese peo­ple. They say that com­fort food soothes the mind by act­ing like an opi­ate, hit­ting the recep­tors in our cen­tral ner­vous sys­tem. We go to it in times of stress, and in addi­tion to keep­ing us full, it keeps us paci­fied.

As Pat and Jen cut, and wash, and cook, they nev­er nib­ble. Everything that’s pre­pared goes into the pot. Not too long, or the veg­eta­bles will lose their firm­ness. With chop­sticks and a spoon, they serve the noo­dle soup in large bowls. One eats from the spoon, which is used to scoop the broth, while the chop­sticks are sim­ply used to put the desired ingre­di­ents on the for­mer uten­sil.

I don’t have meals like this any­more. Chinese food is a com­pli­cat­ed affair. It takes a mot­ley set of ingre­di­ents, most of which is only avail­able on a sin­gle street in this city, so I’m grate­ful for a real home-cooked meal.

Everything about it brings me back to a time when I was a child, liv­ing with my par­ents, liv­ing off Chinese food every day. The con­trast­ing colours of the pork against the noo­dles. The full aro­ma. The savoury taste of broth. Even the dul­cet slurp of noo­dles.

If only my child­hood was worth remem­ber­ing.

6 comments

  1. DAMNIT, that looks SOO good… I’m feel­ing quite hun­gry now…

  2. Mm, that looks absolute­ly deli­cious! Of course it tast­ed won­der­ful, I’m sure. I love bok choi and shi­itake mush­rooms. When I was younger, my father’s friend would invite us over and he and his wife would cook the most deli­cious meals. Partially why I love Chinese food so much.

  3. Yo, I nev­er knew that stuff was called bok choi, and yet I LOVE IT. I don’t buy it ALL the time, but often. I’m just like, uhh chi­nese broc­coli or some­thing… Although now that I think about it, maybe it isn’t bok choi… but the pics look sim­i­lar.

    Delicious.

  4. It’s hard for me to look at the pic­ture too…especially when it’s get­ting close to mid­night on a Friday and I’m look­ing for a snack. I think Chinese food is a pret­ty uni­ver­sal taste, although I still haven’t fig­ured out why.

    Bok choi, lit­er­al­ly trans­lat­ed, means “white veg­gie”. Unfortunately, I can only find it in Chinatown, which is about a 45 minute dri­ve away.

  5. It’s obvi­ous­ly too unciv­i­lized here. There should be a chi­na­town with­in 15 min­utes of every­where :) (It’s about 45 min­utes to get to chi­na­town from my place too).

  6. Jeff, the pho­tos are tru­ly amaz­ing.

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