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Momofuku’s Ginger Scallion Sauce

04.22.2014 by J. Doe // 4 Comments

I complain about the Lululemon phenomenon to my friend, also the mom of a teenage girl, and she rolls her eyes and says, I know all about it. Thank God for the resale shop or I’d be broke.

Resale shop?

I frequented the resale shops when The Child was a baby, and regularly grew out of clothes that had been worn once or maybe twice. But as she got bigger, there was less and less in the resale store in her size, so we gave up on them before she ever hit teen sizes.

It turns out, though, that there’s a teenage resale shop not far from us, and all they sell is high-end brands. I drag The Child out of bed early one Sunday: We’re going. Maybe they’ll have Lululemon.

We get to the store and it looks like every other resale store I’ve ever been to: clutter everywhere, too-full clothing racks. But the first rack we see has a sign for Free People, another over-the-top brand The Child’s friends all think is awesome. She disappears. I grab a teenage clerk and inquire about Lululemon. She shows me where all the athletic clothes are but then tells me the trick: It goes fast, so always check the New Arrivals rack when you get here.

The Child has no trouble finding piles of things: Free People. Forever 21. Some lululemon pants. Other shirts that seem cool. The teenage clerk knows her customer, and starts bringing me things as they arrive in the store – before they hit the New Arrivals rack.

The Child spends a couple of hours in the store, alternately trying things on and hunting for new things. She sends me on a quest for jeans, size 0, light wash. I vaguely recognize some of the brands, but have to google others. She finds a pair she loves for $30 that retail for $225. They’re obviously never been worn.

She beams.

Being a size 0 is a wonderful thing in a resale store – it’s a size other people pass through on their way to other, larger sizes, that are less well-represented on resale store shelves.

I wouldn’t know – I haven’t been a size 0 for a long time, if I ever was. I don’t think I was, and at this point, I’d settle for a size that’s simply a bit closer to it than my current size. There are a lot of possible numbers that fall into that category.

I’m working on it, and recently began a juice diet – you know the ones, where you drink nothing but healthy foods for a couple of weeks and all the weight magically falls off. I started it and lost some weight, but got a bit busy and also, a bit bored. The worst part about dieting, for someone who likes to cook, is being deprived not only of food, but of the creativity and experimentation that goes along with it.

So I looked for some recipes that might work on vegetable-only meals, and ran across this slightly amazing sauce from the New York restaurant Momofuku. No, I’ve never been there and nor had I even heard of it. But the sauce sounded good, and lively, and since there seemed to be a lot of ginger in my juices, it was probably something I could consume on an all-plant diet.

So I made it. It’s a little jarring at first, because it’s less of a sauce and more of a condiment – if you’re expecting to pour something at the end, you’ll think you did something wrong. You didn’t. It’s mostly scallions with very little liquid. Let it sit for a bit after you make it – 15 or 20 minutes, or more, if you’ve got the time – to allow the flavors to meld. Resist the urge to put garlic in. It doesn’t need it.

Put the garlic away.

This sauce would be fantastic on any number of things – shrimp, noodles, whatever – but I sauteed about two cups of bok choy and cauliflower in oil, and then tossed the hot cooked veggies with about a tablespoon of the sauce. A little goes a long way, and it was so delicious I wanted more, more, more.

It was delicious enough to forget that I was on a diet.

Ginger Scallion Sauce

 

Momofuku's Ginger Scallion Sauce
 
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Author: David Chang, Momofuku
Ingredients
  • 2 1⁄2 cups thinly sliced scallions (greens and whites; 1 to 2 large bunches)
  • 1⁄2 cup finely minced peeled fresh ginger
  • 1⁄4 cup grapeseed or other neutral oil
  • 11⁄2 teaspoons light soy sauce
  • 3⁄4 teaspoon sherry vinegar
  • 3⁄4 teaspoon kosher salt, or more to taste
Instructions
  1. Mix together the scallions, ginger, oil, soy, vinegar, and salt in a bowl.
  2. Taste and check for salt, adding more if needed.
  3. Sauce is best after sitting 15-20 minutes, and can be used for several days stored in a sealed container in the refrigerator.
Notes
Use light soy sauce as recommended, not regular soy sauce, which will overwhelm the other flavors.
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Categories // Teen Tales, The Joy of Cooking Tags // ginger, miscellaneous, scallions

Teen Tales: The Quest for Cuffins

04.21.2014 by J. Doe // 2 Comments

The Child and I are in Costco one day, and she finds a little running jacket that she likes: It has cuffs with thumb holes.

Why is this important, I ask.

Because all the other girls have them on their jackets.

It’s not expensive – it’s Costco, after all – so I buy it for her and she’s pleased, wearing the jacket to school daily. We talk a bit about clothing, specifically, What Everyone Is Wearing, and I learn that Lululemon is very popular with the teen girl crowd. I vaguely recall seeing one of their stores at the mall, and not going in because I thought they sold expensive yoga clothes. Neither of us does yoga, so why would we?

I suggest a couple of other companies I know of that make yoga type clothes that are a bit less expensive.

I know, she says. I looked at their websites.

We discuss this a bit more on the way to Goodwill on Friday evening (do I know how to live?) – they are having a designer accessory sale and I’m hoping for a cheap high-end handbag. What I find instead is a gorgeous suede bag that was $300 or so originally, now selling for $100; cheap is all relative. I wander around the store, trying to decide, or rather, to rationalize, but not even I can come up with a reason I might need another handbag. The Child starts filling a basket with clothes, and is soon loaded up with nearly-new Levis shorts and unworn red Keds. $3. $6. Jackpot! She leaves with a big bag of clothes, and my wallet is only $30 lighter.

She buzzes with delight as we head to a nearby pizza place, and as we are waiting for our pizzas, I look out the window at a store logo a few doors down. I think that’s a Lululemon logo, I say idly.

She jumps up. Can I go see? Can I go look inside?

I’m so startled, I reply, sure – and before I can remind her to come back quickly in case her pizza arrives, she’s off.

She returns a few minutes later, confirming that it is a Lululemon and asking if we can go after we eat, and I say, sure, why not? We get there, and I am mystified: There isn’t much to get excited about, because there isn’t much there: a few hoodies, some headbands, and some yoga tops and pants. There are only a few colors of each item; the only variation I can see in the pants is the trim on the waistband that I don’t think would even be seen when worn. The only thing that stands out to me is the price tags.

The Child takes one of the hoodies into a dressing room, and emerges looking – well, not special enough to warrant the price tag. It’s a hoodie.

It’s too big, says the sales clerk. We help her find one that fits her better – which isn’t hard, since they only have a couple of styles, it’s clearly a matter of size, not cut.

I wait as The Child disappears back into the dressing room, for a very long time. It’s not possible she’s taking that long to try on hoodies, and I suspect she’s taking selfies and possibly snapchatting them to friends, but I don’t ask, or call to her. I wait outside and chat with the clerk.

This seems to be popular at her school, I remark.

Oh yes, she tells me. It’s all the rage for the teenage girls. They’re here all the time.

I glance around at the hoodies and black pants and yoga tops, and a little glint catches my eye: The logo. It transports me to Gimbels in 1978, and the glint of a logo is all I can see, on the back of a pair of  Sasson jeans. My mother tells me they look horrible on me, and they’re too expensive – a waste of money. But the other girls have them, or at least the girls worth noticing have them, and I think they look nice, because, after all, who notices any part of the jeans other than the logo? I want them desperately and all my mother has to say is no, no, no.

Can you help her out? I ask the clerk, who trots off and returns with a couple more hoodies. It takes an endless amount of time, but eventually The Child picks out The One – the one that’s a good color but not the same color as anyone else at her school. I pat myself on the back for choosing a small school to send her to.

She snapchats pictures of her in her new treasure to all her friends, who are all suitably impressed when she arrives to school in it. The Child is pleased by this, but equally pleased to discover that one of the girls – the one who can have all the Lululemon she wants, and every other important brand too – has asked her mom to go to Costco, so that she can have one of those jackets, too.

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Teen Tales: The Birthday Party, Part 4

01.02.2014 by J. Doe // 2 Comments

I call the Y, as The Stepmother requested, and learn that they don’t do parties any more, but the phone call solves a lot of problems. They have open swim on the day of the party, so The Stepmother can simply bring any number of girls and pay for them at the door. She’ll need to find another place to have cake, but she had mentioned a sleepover, which I assume will be at the father’s house.

 

This all sounds good to me, so I call and tell The Stepmother. She says, that’s not right, and begins to cry again. She can’t do it at his house, they don’t live together anymore; maybe I could find her a hotel with a pool? Could I reserve her a room in a hotel that has a pool they could use? The girl is asking me and asking me, The Stepmother sobs: I have to keep being a mother to this girl – she’s already lost one mother, she can’t lose two.

 

I tell her I will find out the name of the hotel where a friend of mine did something similar. She promises to pay me back for the money I spend, though I haven’t agreed to spend any.  I wonder about this, but mostly I wonder why an Ex-Stepmother is throwing a party, but without cooperation from the child’s father.

 

I call another mom, who recently hosted the Birthday Girl at her own daughter’s pool party. I’m trying to understand what is going on, I tell her. Oh, she called you too? Other Mom tells me.  She called me right before my daughter’s birthday party. She wanted me to make it a joint party for the two girls. I told her no, Other Mom says, but that I would be happy to help her coordinate something if she needed help, and that was the last I heard.

 

Other Mom and I talk a bit more,  and it seems like the problem, really, is that The Stepmother wants to throw a party and just doesn’t have a place to do it. We agree that we are willing to co-host something for this girl.

 

I call The Stepmother, and ask her to please get me a headcount of no more than six girls, and Other Mom and I will put something together.  She cries with gratitude, and thanks me for being part of The Village It Takes To Raise A Child.

 

I don’t hear anything else from her.

 

A few days later, Other Mom calls me. The Stepmother has been calling her, she says. Yes, she received a guest list – nine girls, none of whom we know: The Child is not included, and neither is Other Mom’s daughter, until Other Mom points it out.

 

Other Mom tells me, it’s too bad nobody told me the date, because we have plans that night. Can you give me the information for the pool that you found?

 

I pass along the information, and that is the last thing I hear of The Birthday Girl, her Stepmother, or her party.

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