& that's the way life goes

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After working out, ranting and being completely emo I went into the kitchen set on what I was making for dinner.  I hardly ever use my rice maker.  I know GASP!  I’m Filipino and I pull out the rice maker maybe every couple of months.

I remember joking when I was little that my Dad would get crabby if he didn’t have rice on a daily basis.  We’d go up north and he wouldn’t have any for a couple days and his mood was different.  When I got older he took me camping and on a propane stove he would make rice.  We’d have Adobo  and rice for dinner.

I never really identified with the Asian race.  I was raised American.  I think it was in fear that I  would have an accent and be treated differently.  My mom was only a quarter Filipino and to my knowledge didn’t identify with being Asian.  (I’m 5/8ths btw)  When my mom was on dialysis her nurses were Filipino and they insisted I be a part of the Filipino Debutant Ball when I was 16.  It was my first true immersion in a culture I knew little about.

It was cliquey and I’ve never felt so out of place in my life.  My dad wasn’t a doctor or a lawyer.  He worked on Sundays, the Sundays we had practice and all the dad’s came to watch.  It was questioned why he wasn’t there.

As I got older I began my own research into a race that intrigues me.  I don’t know how to explain it.  I feel a part of it sometime and others it’s just foreign to me.

And now that I’m completely off track, the reason for this post is that I was very Asian inspired in my cuisine last night.  I made rice and then got my wok out to make lumpia (spring rolls).  I’m going to be honest here, I’m a rookie when it comes to making lumpia.  I always ruin 2-3 rolls before I get the oil temperature right.  I also made fried rice, the way my dad showed me.  Though it didn’t taste like his at all.

C my haole, said it tasted just fine.  But what does he know   I also made some frozen potstickers from Trader Joe’s.  I realize that my dinner last night might be totally Americanized Asian but eh, that is what I am!