Fruit cutting = love

I was having a Zoom chat with two of my friends yesterday night, and one of the topics that came up was fruit cutting, funnily enough. We were talking about our lack of social lives given the pandemic, that Zoom chats were the real “out” of conversing with our partners. And I told them that I’ve prepared lunch every single work weekday for Chris and me, not to mention daily fruit bowls.

“I have probably prepared about 370 fruit bowls for both of us since this pandemic began!” I exclaimed.

One of my friends responded that her boyfriend is obsessed with having fruit cut for him, too. When they were in Bali years ago where they had a helper who would prepare meals, he explicitly requested a fresh fruit smoothie and a plate of a variety of cut fruit every day. She thought it would be nice for her to cut him some fruit one day after the trip, so he asked for papaya. She went to buy a papaya and realized how annoying it was to peel and cut the fruit, so she gave up, and he ended up having to cut it!

“If he wants fruit, we can go on vacation again, or my grandma can cut it for him!” she said, laughing. She said moving forward, she would cut him a fruit bowl once a year… on his birthday.

Chris has no idea how good he has it….

Closing time

Today, Chris and I were exploring Williamsburg and decided to meet up with my friend and her boyfriend. When I think about the meetup, it was pretty normal and fun the way it usually is, but in the back of my mind, I was thinking about how funny it is that we’re all meeting up, pretending not to acknowledge the elephant in the room: that my friend is in the process of telling her boyfriend that she wants to end their nearly 10-year-long relationship.

Ending a relationship with someone you’ve been with that long is really hard, and it’s even harder when you live with the person. I don’t really know what’s going to happen, or if she’s really going to end this, as the thoughts have been in progress for her for over a year now. But I suppose what I am most concerned about is that she will just jump right into another relationship with someone who doesn’t completely value her for what she is and doesn’t communicate openly yet again. It seems to be a pattern in her relationships whether she’s aware of it or not.

If they do break up, I will miss him. I like his no-nonsense, no-bullshit attitude and commentary. I also like that he just says it as it is and doesn’t care to be PC about anything.

When your mom is afraid to leave the house

My mom has been pretty scared to leave the house for the last year. It’s not just because of the fear of catching the virus, but also because of the anti-Asian hate crimes that have gone up over a thousand percent in this country since stupid politicians kept calling the virus the “China virus” or “kung flu.” My parents are the king and queen of keeping up with scary news, so they have heard all of the stories of the elderly Asians who have been punched, beaten, spat on, pushed down. They’ve heard of the Asians who have been stabbed. They’ve also heard of the ones who have been spat on, blamed for the virus, and told to “go back to China.”

My mom was telling me on the phone yesterday, “Don’t leave the house unless you have to. If you go out, only go with Chris because there’s power in numbers. They will beat you for no reason. Be careful!”

She said she doesn’t feel safe leaving the house by herself anymore, even to walk around the block for exercise, so she tries to only leave with my dad or my aunt. When she leaves the house now, she also said she will only take, at most, $10 with her, in fear that someone will rob her. “It doesn’t matter if it’s just $5, but they will stab you and take your five dollars!” she exclaimed. I suggested she get pepper spray. She said she’d have no idea how to use it and would be scared that it would be used against her. Well… okay, good point.

My mom has been through a very hellish life, particularly for her first 20 years. Then, she immigrated to this country hoping for better opportunities and a good future for her soon to be son and daughter, the way most immigrants have hope for a better tomorrow. What she probably never thought about when she was on that plane from Saigon to San Francisco is the racism she’d have to endure here as a person of Asian descent.

It is a sad reality to think about: racism existed then. It exists now. And when you’re Asian in a society that seems to only “get” race as “Black and White,” you’re just invisible. Hate crimes against your people don’t even get labeled “hate crimes.” It’s like your life doesn’t even matter. It’s been a really depressing week.

Anti-Asian Hate Crimes

So what, now anti-Asian hate crimes get national attention finally after a year-plus of what our former President Dipshit called the “China virus” because a stupid white man in Atlanta decides to storm into multiple Asian massage parlors and shoot them dead? This is what it takes to get national attention when you are Asian in the United States of America?

And yet.. the sheriff refuses to call it a “hate crime” because this shooter “was just having a bad day” and claimed he did not harbor hatred of Asians. We’re supposed to believe this murderer???? And we’re also supposed to believe the racist sheriff and his incompetent and racist police unit?

https://www.cnn.com/2021/03/18/politics/white-supremacy-racism-asian-americans/index.html

I’ll leave this link here.

Asian grandma attacks back

An elderly Chinese woman was attacked from behind by a racist white man along Market Street in San Francisco today. But instead of letting him go, she somehow found the strength to take some large stick and beat him so badly that he ended up needing to get hospitalized. Her face is grossly bruised and bloody, and she continues to not be able to see out of one eye, which is still bleeding.

It makes me happy to see that she attacked him back. But to be frank, it would have made me even happier to see her be able to beat him dead. He would have deserved a slow, painful, bloody death.

Spillover

I recently started reading the book Spillover, which was published in 2012. It’s basically a journalistic book (it reads like a mystery, so it’s fun to read) that documents over time all of the pandemics and viruses that we’ve faced that have originated from animals (it’s the majority of them, if you want to know). While I’ve passively participated in vegan groups, I’ve often read the same sentiment over and over: if we humans stopped eating meat and animal-derived products, pandemics and deadly viruses originating from animals would stop.

If you look to data and science for facts, you would understand that this above belief is simply wrong. One notable example is from the Hendra virus, which began (and ended, ahem, talk about contact tracing and control!!) in Queensland, Australia, in the early 90s. Bats were hanging out at some tree where a horse at a horse ranch liked to rest. One day, the horse got super ill, interacted with all her horse friends, and then she died. Her horse friends who got in proximity to her all died within a week (it was about 40 horses in total). Her closest human care taker died shortly after. Another human, a vet, who interacted with the horse and did her autopsy became ill but survived. These horses were devastating not just for the ranch, but also for the big horse racing business in Australia. With horse racing, you do not eat the horses; you watch them race. So what does this mean: we need to eliminate ANY interaction with EVERY animal on the planet to avoid the next pandemic? How sustainable is that????

Welp. We’re doomed.

When you over water your rice

When cooking brown rice, I always soak it for at least a few hours after rinsing, then I cook it in the rice cooker with a ratio of 2 parts water to one part rice. Unfortunately, I have no idea how I did this, but I was multitasking when I was measuring the water out for the rice, and I somehow added too much water to the rice cooker. So when the rice had finished cooking, it was way, way too soft! I thought that if I dried it out in the fridge overnight that it would help, but the next day, it was still too soft. I did not find it that pleasant to eat, so I decided to make… a mushy fried rice out of it. I figured that if I added cha siu, eggs, seasonings, and scallions to my mushy rice, it would at least be tasty mushy rice. And so, that’s how you save food – add other tasty food to it.

Almondine Bakery – almond croissant

During our Dumbo food exploration yesterday, one spot we visited that I’d been wanting to come to for a long time was Almondine Bakery. Obviously, if you go to a bakery that has “almond” in the name, you should definitely order their almond goods, so we got one almond croissant to share (likely the most expensive croissant I’ve ever purchased in my LIFE) and one hot Varlhona chocolate.

This was likely the most decadent and almond-filled almond croissant I’d ever tasted. It was super crunchy on the top, a little flaky, and it just EXPLODED with pureed almond filling. I could not believe how much almond filling was inside. Oftentimes, I am wary of almond croissants because places will literally just sprinkle some sliced almonds on the top and call it a day, but NOT here. Here, I could perhaps argue that there was more almond filling than there was buttery and flaky croissant outside! Because of how much filling it had, the croissant did not shatter on contact with my teeth the way a non-filled croissant would, but I’m happy to take the almond filling and give away some of the flakiness. That was a truly epic croissant experience, and I’m not sure it can be topped.

Manhattan Bridge

This afternoon, we explored the Dumbo area of Brooklyn before walking across the Manhattan Bridge to Chinatown for our monthly massage, food pickup, and grocery shopping. While walking across the bridge, it suddenly dawned on me that although I cannot count the times I’ve walked across the Brooklyn Bridge, this was actually my first time walking across the Manhattan Bridge. And well, it’s easy to understand that: the Manhattan Bridge is extremely loud not just because of the car traffic, but also due to the subway trains that are running across it alongside the walking and biking lanes. So, it’s not the most leisurely walk, but hey, when you need to get from point A to B and want to walk it out, this is the way to go. It definitely gave a different perspective of Brooklyn and Manhattan. And while walking across, we noticed a baseball field where someone had scrawled the word “HOPE” in capital letters across it. Hope. Well, we need some more of that now. Hope for the end of this pandemic; hope for the end of police brutality against Black lives. Hope for the end of anti-Asian racism. Hope for the end of racism period.

When mom asks for pictures

Ever since one of my best friends had her first child in November, my mom has been super annoying about it. Every time I talk to her, which is now, once a week, she will ask if I can share pictures of the baby. I sent a few around the time when she was first born, but after that, I haven’t shared anything. One reason for that is that my friend doesn’t really randomly send photos all the time. The second reason is …. why should I be sharing photos of my friend’s baby with my mom, who barely even knows my friend??

My mom even told me she had a dream that she went to visit my friend to see the baby, and when it was time to go, my mom refused to give the baby back!!