Dear SpiceboxTravels Readers,
If you’ve been a reader for a while, you might remember this story, which is one of my favorites. I’ve updated the recipe this year with a vegetarian variation. Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones! And if you live in San Francisco or Marin, please consider making a donation to the San Francisco-Marin Food Bank. Donations will be matched through Thanksgiving, which means every $1 will provide fresh and nutritious food to 4 of our neighbors. You can contribute through the fundraiser I’m hosting on Facebook. I’m grateful for your support!
This is a story about Thanksgiving traditions and my hidden talent. (More on the talent later.) Those of us who can’t trace our ancestry to the Mayflower are left to create our own Thanksgiving traditions. As a result, I think I had the best Thanksgivings of anyone I know. What made this holiday so special in our house was the ever-changing, motley international crew my family hosted each year. My parents, who came as graduate students from Taiwan (my father on Sept 7, 1966, and my mother in February, 1967) were scientists at a national research laboratory. Their institution attracted scientists from around the world, who would come to work alongside their American-based (if not American-born) colleagues for any time from weeks, to months or even years. While Thanksgiving at our house was not necessarily traditional, we did embrace its ideal of bringing together people from different backgrounds for friendship and mutual understanding. We also embraced the turkey. It took its rightful place as the centerpiece of the meal, complete with the ritual carving done by my father with an electric knife given to my parents on their wedding in 1967. The same knife is still being used to this day for this purpose, just once a year.
We served the turkey, but did not love it. Chinese cuisine has no place for such a big bird, and ovens are rarely used by home cooks. Still, it was understood that Thanksgiving required a turkey, so there it was. Ours was basted with a soy sauce marinade but otherwise resembled the turkeys “everyone else” had. This is where the similarities ended. Surrounding the turkey on the table would be stir-fried greens and several other Chinese dishes that my parents actually enjoyed eating, unlike the turkey. We’d have two types of stuffing, an American bread-based version, and a Chinese version, made of sticky rice, shiitake mushrooms and Chinese sausage. That was my family’s contribution.
The fun really began with the various potluck offerings our international guests would bring to share. It wasn’t necessarily food of their own culture, but it was never American, either. For example, I remember the deep-fried, but somehow light, Swedish rosettes brought by Rose, who hailed from Manila but was married to a Swede. The first samosas I tasted came from Sakura, who herself had learned how to make them from an Indian visitor in Tokyo. Srinual, a native of Bangkok, made a vinegary antipasto. We’d sit around the table or wherever there was space, and share food and stories. All in English, the universal language, but in a wild variety of accents. Most of the time people understood one another, or at least, enough. The nights would be filled with fascinating tales of far-away lands, and lots of laughter.
This is where my hidden talent became important. You see, I can understand foreign-accented English, from almost any origin. I do not mean this in any disparaging way. I am proud of this skill, because it is extremely useful. I am the person who ends the discomfort that arises when two people, ostensibly speaking the same language, ask each other to repeat what the other said over and over, gaining no more clarity each time. I “translate.” My talent may not be as impressive as being fluent in several foreign languages, but I think it’s possibly even more helpful. Since Esperanto never really took off, most of the world has given in to learning English to speak to one another, with variable success.
My family would make a pretty good UN delegation on its own, representing the United States, Taiwan, Trinidad, China and Korea. And while our accents may range from Chinglish to Korean to Trinidadian to “I don’t have an accent” and even a bit of Long Islandese and California girl thrown into the mix, fear not. Remember, I can understand anyone’s English. I’ll translate.
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Taiwanese Sticky Rice Stuffing
This is the stuffing my mom (and most Chinese and Taiwanese American families) makes on Thanksgiving. Besides the chewiness of the sticky rice, it has the richness of mushrooms and chestnuts, the fragrance of rice wine, and the slightly sweet succulence of the Chinese sausage. The fried shallot garnish adds flavor and crunch, much like the fried onions on that other Thanksgiving staple, the green bean casserole. You can eat this rice stuffing on its own, but it is truly amazing when it’s been cooked in the turkey.
Special note: this rice needs to be soaked for several hours or even overnight, so prepare in advance.
Vegetarian variation: omit sausage, double mushrooms and chestnuts
Makes about 8 cups, enough to stuff a medium sized turkey, and then some.
3 cups sticky rice (also known as glutinous or sweet rice)
1 1/2 cups (about 8) dried Chinese black or shiitake mushrooms
3 Chinese sausages, diced (optional if vegetarian)
1 cup roasted chestnuts (for convenience, in Asian markets, you can buy roasted and peeled chestnuts in a foil bag)
2 Tbsp canola oil
1 Tbsp ginger, finely minced
2 garlic cloves, finely minced
1/3 cup Chinese rice wine (may substitute dry sherry)
1 Tbsp soy sauce
1 Tbsp Chinese vegetarian stir-fry sauce or oyster sauce
2 tsp sesame oil
1/2 tsp ground white pepper
2 cups chicken, turkey, or vegetable broth
garnishes: chopped scallions and Chinese fried shallots (available in Asian markets)
1. Soak rice in cold water, about an inch more than enough to cover. Allow to soak for at least six hours or overnight.
2. While rice is soaking, soak mushrooms in a separate bowl in very warm water for at least half and hour. When softened, remove stems and coarsely chop.
4. Drain soaked rice in a sieve and rinse with cold water.
5. Heat oil in a large, heavy pan or stock pot and stir fry garlic and ginger for several minutes.
6. Add diced sausage and cook for a few minutes.
7. Add drained and rinsed rice, stir and fry for a few minutes.
8. Add mushrooms.
9. Add wine, broth, and all seasonings and bring to a boil. Adjust seasonings to taste (may need more soy sauce or some salt). Make sure to stir periodically because sticky rice is, well, sticky.
10. Add chopped chestnuts and gently stir into the rice mixture.
11. Lower heat to a simmer, cover pot and allow to steam, undisturbed for 20 minutes. Resist the temptation to peek under the lid.
12. At this point, rice should be fully cooked and can be used to stuff the turkey. If it seems too dry, stir in more broth until moistened.
13. If preparing to eat without stuffing in turkey, stir contents and then replace lid. Remove from heat and allow to sit for 10 minutes before serving.
14. Garnish with scallions and fried shallots, if desired. Excellent with gravy.
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