Resilient Pieholes

by Gail Dottin   I only wanted one present from her for my birthday that year: teach me how to make them.  *** My parents coordinating picnic caravans with my fertile family and troops of replicating cousins, at least three weekends of each summer month. Club El Pacifico, the alumni association of Dad’s high school …

by Gail Dottin   2 lbs salted dried codfish (You can also use the pollock wanna-be-codfish which is cheaper) 6 eggs beaten  3 chopped scallions  1 small/med onion diced  1/2 cup o’ flour 1 tsp o’ baking powder 1 tsp o’ pepper sauce to taste 1/2 cup o’ veg/canola oil  * For the dried cod and pepper sauce, check …

When a pressure cooker whistles, it is urgent. Like an orgasm. I’m ready! Now! Shut me off before I overcook! It also thinks it can sing.

From March to June, I had erected in our dining room a remote learning station, helping three kids—a teenager and two preteens—figure out how to follow instructions, upload completed assignments on Google Classroom, and attend Zoom sessions. I too was teaching three courses online. It was a chaos that I managed, confident—as so many of us were—that it would soon be over.

by Kay Ulanday Barrett   Hello, I’m feeling hopeless. I can’t write poems. Instead, I’m trying to cook food that feels safe and reminds me of home. I’m Filipinx and my lola/grandma used to make charred eggplant omelets! Almost every weekend morning before Saturday cartoons as I was still in my baggy pajamas, my lola …

I can see the first iterations of the nameless chicken-breast-and-spinach dish being assembled in the attic kitchen of my grad school apartment, with its slightly sloping floors, its odd, leftover-wood cabinets (and countertops) thickly varnished so they shone.

I grew up with a full stomach, grew up with access to books, and grew up with parents that encouraged a life in the arts. These privileges, especially the last one, are not often granted to people of color. So I was grateful to have parents that passed down the rationale that since slaves could be killed for being literate, the written word must hold value, there must be great wealth with every turn of a page.

a can of oranges cost a dollar seven
while putting twenty on pump four

twenty will get you to and from the office
four times this week if you don’t

get caught in traffic if you don’t
go back for that book if you don’t

mind staying in on Friday and eating
a can of oranges for a dollar seven

and not a penny more
this is not hunger

hunger is the LA Riots

For the rice, you will need jasmine rice [Maram brought me a twenty-pound bag of rice from Sunrise market after all the other supermarkets ran out.], water, two tablespoons of oil, salt, a bowl, a colander, a pot with a lid and a large spoon. You can use sunflower oil. Coconut oil. Peanut oil. [I have a half-jar of coconut oil on the counter from when the state of Oregon shut down.]

The Nourishing Gourmet’s Golden Turmeric Sipping Broth is the only kind of recipe I can manage these days, the throw-everything-in-at-once kind, the kind that doesn’t care if I’m particular in my measurements, the kind that will end up colorful and comforting without me having to focus for more than a minute.