I wish there was a New Orleans equivalent to Uwajimaya. *sighs* There's supposed to be a major Asian market somewhere in the GNO area, isn't there?
I find myself a little more inclined to cook Asian food here than I might be at home -- it's not that I ate all Japanese food growing up, not at all, although people always assumed I did because my mother is Japanese and works at a Japanese restaurant. But I did eat more of it than I really think of. Curry and rice, katsudon, soba, rice and miso at most meals. Satsumas (and I can't think of them as anything other than mekans, even though that just looks wrong written out phonetically, and using hiragana for it is almost as alien; there are so many words I grew up hearing but never seeing) whenever they were in season. But it wasn't a kind of food I learned to make growing up; I made my first pot of rice about a month ago, in my dorm in New Orleans. (Yes. I am an Asian girl who has never made rice before.)
I don't know, maybe it's that lure of trying to stand out from everyone else. "Oh, yes, not only do I cook, but I make sushi for a casual snack, and I brought my own chopsticks. My cupboard is full of rice, soy sauce, Golden Curry, and Japanese tea hand-carried from Japan!" *shrugs* I don't know. It's interesting. It's kind of fun, and it's not like it's a bad thing.
(Also, the always fun conversation: "What's that?" "It's nori." "What's nori?" "It's dried toasted seaweed." "Why don't you just call it seaweed?" "Because it's nori." "But it's seaweed." "It's nori." "But it's seaweed." *stabs with chopsticks*)
I find myself a little more inclined to cook Asian food here than I might be at home -- it's not that I ate all Japanese food growing up, not at all, although people always assumed I did because my mother is Japanese and works at a Japanese restaurant. But I did eat more of it than I really think of. Curry and rice, katsudon, soba, rice and miso at most meals. Satsumas (and I can't think of them as anything other than mekans, even though that just looks wrong written out phonetically, and using hiragana for it is almost as alien; there are so many words I grew up hearing but never seeing) whenever they were in season. But it wasn't a kind of food I learned to make growing up; I made my first pot of rice about a month ago, in my dorm in New Orleans. (Yes. I am an Asian girl who has never made rice before.)
I don't know, maybe it's that lure of trying to stand out from everyone else. "Oh, yes, not only do I cook, but I make sushi for a casual snack, and I brought my own chopsticks. My cupboard is full of rice, soy sauce, Golden Curry, and Japanese tea hand-carried from Japan!" *shrugs* I don't know. It's interesting. It's kind of fun, and it's not like it's a bad thing.
(Also, the always fun conversation: "What's that?" "It's nori." "What's nori?" "It's dried toasted seaweed." "Why don't you just call it seaweed?" "Because it's nori." "But it's seaweed." "It's nori." "But it's seaweed." *stabs with chopsticks*)