Foods Are...

I miss the little nooks and narrow alley ways back home, where you can always find some street vendor who is cooking up a delightful aroma. In Taiwan, you always hear someone recommending to someone else some small eateries in ambiguous places. Places you have to seriously remove two mountains to find. Back home, as long as you know how to cook, you can set up a shop even under the sea, and you will get people who will be willing to drown themselves just for a tasty bite. I remember a friend once took me going in and out and around and backwards like inside a maze before she finally brought me to this little hole in the wall place that sells freshly made tofu dessert. This place doesn’t even have a wall, just a ma and a pa and a few tables and a big old tarp on top to keep the sun and rain away. It was like going on an “expedition” just for a simple bowl of sweetened tofu. They weren’t the only ones know how to make the desserts either, in fact, such treats are easily found on the streets of Taiwan. But people come far away for them because they were dubbed the best! I tried taking other friends back again, but couldn’t find it afterwards.


When we were living in Monterey, California, we would go to the farmers markets on Tuesdays almost every week. I loved the varieties of tomatoes I saw there and was amazed at how many new ones I seemed to discover each week. But what really motivated me to go rain or shine was this fruit vendor – Goosens. It’s a family operated fruit farm that sells freshly picked peaches and nectarines. I am feeling a sense of loss right now to think it will be a very long time before I could hold those nectarines in my hands again. Since then, I have looked up and down, far and near for a fruit farmer who can produce peaches or nectarines like God intended them to be. The farmers I found all claimed their fruits are above the rest, but so far, none are comparable to Goosens, not even close.








After Monterey, we moved to San Diego and the craving for Goosen’s  nectarines got the best of me, one weekend, we packed up and drove 6 hours ONE WAY just for a taste of Goosens’. It was worth the cost of gas, hotel and all the traveling expenses combined. I’d do it again in a heartbeat! Upon hearing that we drove 6 hours just to be there, Steve, the owner, threw in some green grapes as a friendly gesture. I wasn’t too impressed with how the grapes looked; some of them were covered with a few dark specks. But that is not the important part. The part that really mattered was how divine they tasted.

I remember browsing around the farmers market after picking up the nectarines and grapes. Naturally, walking around in place that has abundance of fresh food makes you want to eat something. So with the grapes sitting so conveniently in bag, I reached in, put one in my mouth, upon one gentle light touch of my teeth, the grape bursted open in my mouth, it was... oh, still, I am at a loss for words.
It was absolute perfection - something like a perfectly choreographed dance, a Beethoven’s 5th symphony inside my mouth. The fresh crisp skin combined with the slightly tart yet sweet, tender, plump flesh, never had I known grapes can have such complexity in texture and flavor…




I literally had a stand still moment; I think the world stopped spinning.

From that one little grape, I could taste the California sun, the earth the seedling sprouted from, I could taste the air, the rain…it was love, it was “This is how grapes are supposed to taste like!” “What have I been missing all my life!!”



I had a painful realization right then that I had not lived until that moment. I had experienced perfection from such a small and ordinary fruit and I knew I shall never be content again buying fruits from grocery stores. And I haven’t.

When I moved back to Utah, I wrote to the owner Steve Goosen, just to thank him for such dedication and pride for his work. He actually remembered me. He wrote me a nice letter about how he is getting old and no longer selling in Monterey’s farmers market anymore and how his kids are going off to college. And he sent me some pictures of his sinfully engorged peaches and nectarines. I secretly wish he had FedExed me the real thing instead, but felt better after he promised to “treat me right” if I ever come by his way. I like his all American boys’ heart.

As the weather is turning colder, I think of hot steaming tea, slow cooked ox tails with meat falling off the bones, red cooked fish, deep fried pork chops (unbeatable Chinese style), sweet and pungent duck, sticky rice cooked in bamboo, cumin lamb with mounds of cilantro, roasted lamb legs rubbed in exotic spices, braised lamb shank, basically anything lamb will do. And other dishes that I shall not name to keep your delicate American digestive system intact.










Notice the thin film wrapped around the rice? It's the coating from inside the bamboo and that is how the rice gets its distinct fragrance, it's the most simple and tastiest thing EVER!!                                        


My heart hums with joy at the thought of holding a simple bowl of hot soup noodle on cold winter mornings, my favorite kind of breakfast.




Foods are that men may have joy!

7 comments:

Safire said...

You are making me hungry!

Jill said...

What a great post. It's a good thing I just finished a huge meal of lasagna, garlic bread and ceasar salad or my stomach would be growling right now!

I didn't know you were such a fruit lover. I wish I was. Fruit just doesn't do it for me. I like much more unhealthy things like chocolate and cheesecake.

As far as your cooking goes, you have delighted my taste buds many a time. I miss your cooking! Come back!

Summer said...

A-M-E-N!

Unknown said...

You not only are an amazing writer but a superb cook. I miss your cooking also. It never tastes quite the same when I cook it. Your Salmon recipe has changed many lives. My family say "you know your Salmon recipe Belinda". I coorect them everytime, it is my Chinese friend. Oh, how they love you. I am in need of some more great recipes from you. Preferable less meat, flavorful and doesn't take a lot of time to prepare. How about it? You excel at so many things. I miss you and your funny sense of humor.

The Herd Mom said...

yummy!

Valerie said...

Mmm, sounds so divine!!I vote we ditch the traditional American Thanksgiving, and you can make us one of your favorite oriental dishes! By the way, my sister is living in Shanghi right now, teaching English. Shes' loving it!!

Shauna said...

What a great post. It's amazing how food can bring back so many great memories. I always think about how fun it will be to have land some day and plant fruit trees. When we were growing up in Colorado my dad planted a plum tree when my brother was born. I thought that was such a neat tradition.

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