Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Cuppycakes ^^

I realize this may have nothing to do with tomatoes or gardening... but my dears, one must let the soul do what it pleases and today that is to make cuppycakes!

So, how does a girl like me decorate her cuppycakes?

With words from my heart. =)



Even boredom deserves to be pretty!



Doesn't everybody?


well, not you specifically...



My pretty cuppycakes ^^ ~ Next time maybe I will make one for you <3

Monday, March 23, 2009

Come, take a walk with me

Let me show you the garden of my childhood, my garden of Eden. I hope one day I will be able to introduce them to you, the way they have been introduced to me, from the garden, to pan, to plate.


Step outside with me. Yes, it's early, I know, but this is the best time of day, trust me. The sun is bright but the morning's mist cools your cheeks. Inhale, deeply. Can you smell it? That fleeting fragrance that flirts with you come from that tree standing tall in the middle of my yard. When my mom bought it was a tiny withering little thing. Now she looms over me with her great arms bearing gifts of delicate white blooms. We call the flower "Muk-Lan Fa" or Mulan Flower. It is early yet; come summer she will done herself in a couture gown of white blooms and her scent will follow you into your dreams.


Let's start from the leftside of the garden, as all my favorite books are read. These are tiny onion plants. Yup, they pretty much look like grass right now. Underneath the ground little bulbs are storing energy in the form of sugars and starches (this is the part we eat.) When they are ready to hibernate (aka ready for me to eat!) the bulbs will push themselves up from the ground so that they will peek just above the surface. That is when I swoope in. MUAHAHAHA! Pinch off a little of the leaves, smeell the spicy onioniness?


WOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHH!! Look how big those tomato plants have gotten! When I first started visiting the garden with my Apple, this little midgets looked like, well scrawny midgets (no offense!) They certainly have filled out a bit. They are still shorties, but they sure went through puberty! Hey Apple...I mean Ah-Po... are there any tomatoes yet? Holy cow!! Can you spot them?!
If we walk a little further you will see my tomato plants. But let's wait until another time to visit them. They are still a little shy and trying to get use to their new environment, since I just transplanted them into the ground.


Come, look at our bak-choy. Yummy. Cooked with a little garlic and oyster sauce, and you have one of my favorite dishes (ok let's be honest, every dish my Grandma makes is one of my favorite dish!) Light and fresh from the garden, bak-choy has a sweet juicy taste, with a tiny hint of bitterness in the greens. The garlic offsets the bitterness and the oyster sauce will bring out the sweetness.


The sun is rising quickly today, look how long our shadows have gotten! Here are some wintermelon plants. They will soon be gifts to my Grandma's mahjong friends- women who have all admired my grandma's wintermelon plants but have been unable to get them to grow. What can I say, my Grandma has the magic touch. (haha! my Grandma's better than yours. O I am immature? Maybe, but I still speak words of TRUTH. =P)


Eh, I didn't put on sun-screen today. I need to start getting into the habit of doing that before I come outside. I guess I was just too excited to show you my Apple's garden today. Ok, let's follow my Grandma to the back, where there is some shade, before I get major heat rash. Trust me, it's not pretty at all. Look up for a moment, that is our avacado tree. He looks a bare now, but soon he will have leaves and hopefully a bountiful harvest of avacados when Ana comes back; it's one of her favorites. On the far side there, is a Loong-Ahn tree (Dragon-eye fruit tree). This is the first tree I ever climbed, at the young age of 21.

Over there is a Wong-Pei tree (Yellow Skin fruit tree~ I don't know the English name, but I can tell you your face will pucker and turn yellow from eating one of its tiny fruits!)

Welcome to our wintermelon patch. Let's see here, I think there are 15 of them over here. Some are much larger and well developed than others because they were transplanted here right after the short bout of winter's chill was over. Squat down next to me, take a closer look. Yeah, do the "Asian squat." haha!





Now, let me introduce you to Tom. Isn't he beautiful? See the two roundish leaves near the ground? Those are the seedling leaves. When I first brought Tom over, he was a tiny little boy, with just those two leaves reaching in to the air, looking for love in the form of Sunshine and photosynthesis. Now look at him! Go ahead, touch the bigger leaves. They are kind of prickly, like a rough and gruff 5'oclock shadow of a sweetheart, right? When I was a kid I would touch them and get tiny rashes. In fact, when the wintermelons appear and become mature the skin of the melon will too have this pricky texture. If you don't know how to handle one, for sure your hands will get a stung!



Haha look it's my mom come to join us. Have you ever wondered where I get all that witty sarcasm? From that lady right there. That woman's got a sharp tongue on her. God I love her.


I think my mom is after those Sugar cane stalks.

Let's see here, we have Chinese celery.Have a taste. EK! bitter right?! Chinese celery is very much more bitter and pungent celery taste than your regular grocery store type. It is also more leafy and not as thick and tall. My grandma says this is the "real" celery. The ones you see in the grocery are man-made to be big and juicy so people will eat them and not as nutritious or flavorful as hers. I am not sure what this squash plant is doing in the middle of the celery, but he sure looks content.
Here we have bean stalks! I am not sure what kind of beans these are, but let's name them after me, since we both are working our awesome paleness.

More bakchoy! oooo These have begun to flower. If the flowers are left to grow, eventually they will produce seeds for the planting of the next generation.


Tsoi Ling Chan Grass! Now these are a rare grass species, found generally only in Chinese gardens. When they flower, they will produce huge white, meaty blooms called dumplings. They are delicous steamed or lightly pan fried. Let me see if I can scravenge up a photo. O here we are! This is what the flowers look like when they are pan-fried. [This grass is actually called in Cantonese: Gow-Choy, in Taishanese: Gew-Toy, in English: Chive, in Tsoi-Ling-Chanese: dinner. We chop them and whipped them up with eggs and shrimp or mix the Gow-Choy with fatty pork meat, nappa, ginger, and seasonings to make the fillings for Dumplings.]


Last, but not least, is this special grass. It just look like really long grass, right? I'm going to let you guess this plant's identity. Tear off a blade, crumble it in your hands (careful though! the edges of the blade have a saw like edge). Now, smell your hands. Smells like you just washed dishes right? Know what it is? Yup! you guessed it, that lemony smell is from our very on Lemon Grass plant! This is not the typical Vietmanese or Thai variety, but has simliar taste and smell. Next time you come, I will whip you up some pork chop cooked with this Lemon grass. The delicate flavors that are released from the Lemongrass adds a wonderful taste to the dish.

There will be other plants as Spring breathes life into them, but for now many plants are still tiny seeds under ground.

Ok, Mom, I hear you. Chill out, I know the time. I got to go help my Mom out at the restaurant, so I have got to run. As for you guys, please, be my guest in our garden. Enjoy this cool breeze, take in Florida's gift of sunshine, climb a tree, help my grandma water the plants, stay for a while. Thanks for coming! I hope you will come take a walk with me and my Apple again.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

What do I have in common with the Octuplet mom Nadya Suleman?


Ahhhhhh so this is what it feels like to have more babies than I can manage. I have to admit, I am not sure where I am going put you all but I will find a way to give you each the space you need!

We have been having a quite a bit of rain since last night. In fact, it rained all day today!! We defiantly needed the rain, Florida has been suffering from a major dry spell for years now. (Come on water table!! Retain some water!) I hope my tomato plant seedlings all survive. My grandma says that the ones that survive this rain will grow stronger and better. I guess that is why people still celebrate Darwin's Birthday!

Now you guys are finally here....all thirteen of you...I just want to say: Miei amori, crescere forte e sano.

ps: I am trying to come up with names for each of my babies (the ones that survive) any ideas?

Friday, March 13, 2009

The wintermelon, the tomato, and the 80+ year old Apple

In Chinese, the paternal grandmother is called "Ah-Ma" and the maternal grandmother is called "Ah-Poh." However, growing up along side my older cousin, Gordon (from my Dad's side of the family), my sisters and I took after him in calling our shared grandma Ah-Poh, though technically she is my Ah-Mah. If you are confused about this, well, I will admit I was too for a large part of my childhood.

One of the greatest highlights of my young life was attending parties with my parents. My mom would touch me up bit of blush and lipstick and send me off in a giant puffy pink dress. With my wavy hair cut in a mushroom bob, I was basically the Asian version of the actress whome my favorite drink was named for, Shirley Temple. Though I spent countless hours examining the back of my mom's lovely dresses or in a corner researching the complexity of carbonated drinks, I was always beyond estatic to be in the same room as all the adults.

As tradition/curtesy/forced cohersion, my mom always made me go say hi to all the Yee-Yee's (Aunties) before I earned my prized drinks. After be coaxed into giving up my cherub cheeks for torture (I REALLY wanted those Shirely Temples and fizzy drinks), my Yee-yee's would typically inquire about the health of my Ah-Mah. Without knowing any better, I would always reply, "I don't have an Ah-Mah." I can still remember when one Yee-yee's face twisted in horror (I think she thought I was being a rude, smart-mouth little brat, which I have a reputation for), before my mom gave her the full explaination of blunder. As for me, I still went around telling people I didn't have an "Ah-Mah."

This tiny faux-paux thrives strong within our family. Even friends of my family know that my Ah-Mah is and will always be my "Ah-Poh", and call her so. For those who don't know, we occationally allow distinguish the two by calling one "the Ah-Poh at home" and "the Ah-Poh in California."

For some odd reason (me being the odd), calling my grandma Ah-Poh so often, eventually evolved to calling her Apple. To this day, I don't think she has yet to catch onto my slight change of tongue. I would put money on it that if she did notice she would have attributed it to my horrible ongoing slaughter of the Taishanese dialect.

I have always lived with my Apple in a little house with a red roof on 38th Street. It is this Apple who makes me my favorite oatmeal with eggs, chides me for not completely drying my hair before sleeping, and rubs my leg with ointments when I get muscle cramps. This is also the Apple who has given me the love for waffles, cooking, and yelling at the TV. Now my Apple has given me a wintermelon plant in its early stages, a couple of tomato seeds, and a small area for when my tomato plants are ready to be transplanted into the actual ground.

On March 11, 2009, at about 8:30am, we broke ground and transplanted my wintermelon plant along side his (yes, it's a boy) siblings and cousins. My grandma also showed me her technique for containing and drying tomato seeds before we planted a few for myself in a small pot, which too sits along side their family. Since the 11th, I have woken up early to water my plants and cheer them on to grow. My grandma is taking care of their evening water needs while I am at my parent's restaurant taking care of my customers' water needs. Every night, I spend time catching with my grandma about her plants and learning more about gardening. I have so much to learn about taking care of my plants. Luckily for me, my grandma is patient with me and occational throws in a story about her old life back in China. Tomorrow, my Apple is going to teach me how to add fertilizer to the soil, turn the soil, and how to cover the soil so that the fierce Florida sun and heat does not rob my wintermelon plant of his daily drink.

I am anxiously waiting for the day when my tomato plants spring from the ground and are strong enough to migrate to real American soil. But, till then, I am the proud keeper of a loverly wintermelon plant, a couple of "down-to-earth" tomato seeds, and a feisty, 5 foot tall, 80+ year old apple.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

I dream of Tomatoes.

Quite literally, actually. A few days ago I dreamt I was cheerfully showing off my beautiful homegrown tomatoes to a friend. I won't say who that certain someone was, but I will say that my tomatoes looked divine. Glamorous in their bright scarlet color, my gorgeous babies shone like gems against the green foliage.

My first tomato seeds of future glory were planted yesterday. I think they are a variety of beefsteak tomatoes. Already, I cannot contain my joy at the images that float in and out of my mind during the day. Images of the day when the sprouts break soil, of when they will be read for harvest, and of course of when I lovingly place them into heated pots and pans. My mind shifts to the aromas and tastes of fresh baguettes topped with tomatoes, basil and mozzerella, mounds of pasta smothered in rich, fragrant sauces, baked tomatoes stuffed with couscous, nd my ultimate favorite Chinese dish, tomatoes cooked with eggs. YUM!!

I plan to learn proper canning techiniques so that I can safely deliver my love to friends and family in the form of tomato sauces (hopfully we will have enough to go around!) I also have plan to pursue (yes, pursue) new recipes and cooking methods to bring out the delicate flavors of my loverlies.

It looks like the aroma of tomatoes didn't just seep into my dreams, but into my mind and heart as well. This could be serious... very serious.