MAY 17

16 years ago today, we moved into our house in Westford, Massachusetts.

It is hard to put into words what that house meant to me. At this point, it almost feels like a flashback from a coming-of-age movie. I distinctly remember very specific things, like my pink wallpaper leftover from the past owners, which had pictures of little girls at tea, the massive two-CD stereo my parents gave me that I played my first CDs on and discovered my first favorite songs (It’s My Life by Bon Jovi, later Fergalicious, and also a life-long hatred of the song Time of Your Life by Green Day).

In that playroom, I would put in the CDs I got from somewhere into the big stereo, and listen to the songs one by one and read the song titles. I remember thinking Vitamin C’s Friends Forever was the saddest song ever, but it was about graduating college and wouldn’t affect me until later anyway.

In the playroom, I had my own computer. My dad taught me how to type when I was around 8, and by the time we learned to type in school, I was 10x the ppm of everyone around me. On that computer I learned every tip and trick, including how to bypass my dad’s website restrictions by pasting the url into the document finder on Windows.

In that playroom, I had one side of the fireplace that also faced the living room. I once sat in my Elmo chair and accidentally leaned onto the glass and burned the chair.

In that playroom, I made so much WordArt, so many websites, and wrote so many things.

In the piano room, we had a Christmas tree. I once printed out a list made on WordArt of 15 different things I wanted for Christmas, complete with notes of what I wanted most and things I didn’t really care about. My parents didn’t see it and I ended up getting stockings full of staplers, tape, and more from the store my dad owned at the time.

In the piano room, we had a Steinway piano and red walls, only to have them painted a boring beige when we were selling the house.

In that living room, the walls were green and the carpet was beige. We had four ceiling lights, a stone fireplace with an electric fire, and a big brown leather couch that was sanded from how old it was.

In that living room, we had a beige carpet that our cat once peed on. My dad used orange soap to clean it and my mom yelled at him.

In that living room, I watched OnDemand for hours after school, from the Berenstain (stein) Bears, to Franklin, Dora, Dragon Tales, Suite Life, Disney XD, every single show ever, I’m in a Band, and more.

In that living room, we had a $200 coffee table that lifted up to store things inside and lift the table top to a perfect writing level. It was $200 from Bernie and Phyll’s and I remember sitting next to it when I saw it so that no one else would buy it.

In the master bedroom, I got mad at my mom once and slammed the walk-in closet door on my own foot. I still have the scar to this day.

In that master bedroom, we had a large window facing the side of the house and the opening of the garage. I would get yelled at for jumping because it would bring the house down and I would fall through the floor into the garage. I would also wake up as soon as I heard the garage door open at 7 am and kneel at the window and wail as my mom’s car pulled out of the driveway for work.

In the master bedroom walk-in closet, I made my own forts with no blankets. I brought my favorite stuffed animals and pillow and pretended to live there forever. It was inspired by the Suite Life of Zack and Cody episode where Cody gets mad at Zack and lives in his closet. It was also the spot I retreated to when I got angry and decided to move out of my room and into the walk-in closet.

In that master bedroom, there was a pile of blankets in the corner and I thought I could hide under them and lay down flat and my mom wouldn’t be able to find me during hide-and-seek.

In that master bathroom, I would soak in the jacuzzi for hours, sit in a bin and drive around like a boat, and then sit in a towel next to the heating vent for another hour.

In the playroom, I would take our wireless landline after school and hang out via phone with my best friend Diana, who lived two streets away from me. I didn’t realize how ridiculous it was to stay on the phone for 44 minutes straight until my parents realized what I was doing the fifth time around.

In that house, I stayed at home for the first time, at a time when the legal age to stay at home alone was 13. I felt like I was almost committing a crime and felt like an adult.

In that house, we never used the front door, except for new guests. Everyone else came through the garage door.

In that house, I came home after school when I was older and allowed to be home alone through the garage door, which was locked, then through an unlocked door into the house. I always thought it was unsafe.

In that driveway, we played badminton, hopscotch, kickball, and did scooter tricks.

In that driveway, snow plowing turned into free rides for me in our huge four foot shovel that I sat in and rode down hills of snow.

In that driveway, snow would pile up 3-4 feet in the snowiest winters. One winter we came back from a three-week trip to China and came back to knee-deep snow.

In that front yard, we had a large rock with a tree on the right side that would bloom fiery red in the fall, green in the summer, and purple in the spring, and I would stand on the rock and feel like a king. On the left side, there was another island with an ugly, droopy tree I never played on.

In that front yard, I tried laying in the grass and having fun like they do in TV and in commercials, only to get stabbed by grass and see live insects crawling around me.

In that neighborhood, we were the only house without a signature tree right next to the mailbox, and the only house with a driveway that angled into the side of our house and I thought it made us special.

In that neighborhood, we once drove home one night to find firefighters all over our house. It looked like a scene from Little Fires Everywhere.

In that neighborhood, my best friend lived in a different cul-de-sac. She was one year younger than me and our parents would take turn taking care of us after school because all of our parents worked. When I was in second grade and she was in first grade, we would get angry at each other on the bus ride home and then sprint home and whoever made it there first was “better.” When it snowed we would sled down her front yard. She was family friends with the neighbor, and we would ride sleds down their huge backyard hill during the winter.

In that neighborhood, I would get dropped off at True Bean and Cutter and waddle my way home, past the Flanagans, the Leongs, the Dus, and other neighbors I didn’t know.

In that neighborhood, I would take my flat scooter, which was essentially a skateboard with handles, ride around the block and come to a bigger street in the cul-de-sac that had a slight slope, push as hard as I could with my legs and squat down on the board and fly down the hill.

In that neighborhood, Diana and I once thought it would be an interesting idea to walk from her street to my neighborhood. She was only one street over, but it still took about 60 seconds by car to arrive. One day after school we walked through her backyard, through leaves and trees until we hit the backyard of one of my neighbors, only to realize we had to cross the private property of someone I’d never met. We hopped over their low fence, sprinted through their backyard, into their front yard, and onto the road, and got to my house.

Another time we skipped the backyard walk and went straight onto the main road. We were right outside the entrance of my neighborhood when my family’s car pulled up and my dad yelled at me for being outside and we pretended we were picking rocks.

Even for years after we moved I had fever dreams where I explored the house only to find new rooms, tripping down stairs with no rails, and even woke up, expecting to be lying in a bed, facing a wall with the door to the left, pink walls and dark pink curtains to the right, only to open my eyes to a white room with the door on the right and brown curtains on the left. I woke up at 6 to take the 6:55 bus so I could take the hour-long bus ride to school, after taking 15 minute rides to Robinson and Crisafulli.

In that town, there was a lane leading to a vast neighborhood that I had only ever gotten glimpses of, filled with mansions and houses unlike the rest of the town. Only years after we had moved and gone back to visit did we stumble upon it again and drive in, and it really was full of million-dollar houses.

In that library, I would find every single magazine I wanted, every single book I wanted, go into the kids section even though I was in middle school, and check out 25 items at once. I would pile them into the backseat of the car and go through them at home. When I got older I had to move to the older kids’ section, where there was a place to work, and got my first taste of a college workspace.


I applied to two jobs today and started a new TV show. I bought a Nintendo Switch, Mario Kart 8 and Animal Crossing, a handmade sweatshirt from my friend.

“Auschwitz” is trending on Twitter today, for this reason:

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Huntington Beach reopened.






This happened today.

White privilege is something we can’t escape from, and it is definitely something we can’t avoid even in quarantine. I wrote about this in the previous post, but the privilege evident from these protests is unsurprising yet astonishing.

The scenes might revoke scenes from the Charlottesville, Virginia protest in 2017. It looks like scenes out of a movie, or a dystopia. But no, it is just our fellow Americans, guns in hand.

Two things about these policemen:

First, they have to drag their bodies out each morning to make sure the population is safe. When we call 911, we expect someone to be on the other end. That work doesn’t stop in a lockdown. Sadly, they have to deal with being an essential worker as an inbred Neo-Nazi spits in their faces with only a cloth to protect themselves.

Second, the police are barely touching these people with guns who are shouting directly in their faces. Need I not remind you of Eric Garner, Cynthia Brown, Trayvon Martin…. The list literally goes on of innocent black people who were dragged, beaten, defamed, and murdered at the hands of police officers whose racism overclouded any sense of judgment as a civil worker.

These protesters need to be called what they are: terrorists.

The media is used to labeling these people incorrectly, largely because of their skin color. If a brown or black man showed up at your state capitol with a gun, they would likely not be alive right now.

Coronavirus: Asian Americans across Bay Area, U.S. report 1,500 racist incidents in a month



(Posting late again! It’s actually April 29)

A Polarized Pandemic

A pandemic is defined as “a global outbreak of disease” by the CDC. It is not limited to its origin country, and it can affect anyone in all places, and it certainly crosses party lines.

Despite this, America has fallen into the trap of polarization yet again. It is intriguing watching America give into its usual pattern of partisanship even in the wake of something so universally impactful as a pandemic.

Many on the Trump right and residents in red states have taken to the pandemic a personal issue. In the wake of the pandemic, government stay-at-home orders have led to a drastic increase in the number of people filing for unemployment.

Protests have popped up all across the country, in Texas, Indiana, New Hampshire, Nevada, Maryland, Utah, Wisconsin, Florida, North Carolina, Virginia, Michigan, Minnesota, Idaho, Kentucky, and California.

These residents have responded to such orders with anger and protest, calling for the right to return to work and refusing to listen to orders to stay at home. Here are protestors at the Michigan state capitol (note the guns, and the whiteness):


Another in Wisconsin:


In Michigan, an ambulance was blocked because of the cars from people joining the protests:

Behind the Protests

The loss of jobs is indeed something that incites anger. People have lost their livelihoods and sources of income. However, when we take a closer look at the message of these protests, we find a much deeper and complex situation behind the scenes.

First, jobs aren’t the only thing being fought here. The signs these people hold and the things they shout aren’t always to do with jobs. People have screamed “We don’t want communism” and “If you want communism, go to China.” It’s a simple reduction that has been made since McCarthyism: the quick equation of bad as communism. In the meantime, they do nothing in the face of their president’s draconian actions and despotic behavior, let alone his public friendships with dictators.

Second, it is an unnecessary politicization of a non-political issue. The virus is a medical issue, not a political hoax from one side of Congress. The protesters’ neutrality evaporated as soon as they flew their Trump and C*nfederate flags with them. The loss of jobs is by no means exclusive to Republicans or people of the states involved, or to the small percentage of people protesting. The problem is evidently rooted in something other than simply jobs.

Third, these protests exemplify privilege because many people are still at work. While the protestors call for their right to work, essential workers continue to fight on the frontlines because others can’t. They have to do so for cities to open up sooner than later. The protesters’ calls for the freedom to work prove they don’t realize the privilege they have to drive around all day screaming hell-bent instead of packing groceries for strangers.

Fourth, it’s not clear that the priorities of the protestors are to return to work themselves. When reporters spoke to protesters directly, people complained to that they needed a haircut and their nails done. This begs the question, do they want to go back to work, or do they want others to go to work?

Fifth, there is also the belief that these protests are substitutes for Trump rallies. Because rallies can’t be held at this time, and there is no way for the Cheeto to conjure his followers, they’ve somehow managed to do it themselves. Why else would they wave Trump flags while protesting their governors?

Sixth, there is evidence that many of these protests are funded and encouraged by billionaires. These people have organized such protests to look like grassroots events while offering to bail out anyone arrested. This process is called astroturfing, where the sponsors of an event manipulate the message to appear grassroots. The groups that organized the Michigan protests share a financial connection with Betsy Devos, who is the secretary of education in the White House. If the campaign to open America were to be successful, the Devos’ would no doubt see benefit in their financial investments. At the expense of regular, middle-class residents, the billionaires can push the economy to open early, sell their products, or however they make their money, all without the risk of public backlash. Thus the protests might not be about COVID-19 after all; rather, they are simply a chess piece for the ultra-rich.

There’s no bleaker image of capitalism than residents of poor rural towns protesting their “right” to go back to work at the behest of billionaires.

Reports say that the South is going to see a spike in cases in the coming weeks. New York and other early-exposed places have already reached a plateau in new cases, although not nearly a sharp decline. Governor Desantis has even reopened beaches in Florida.

Trump’s Back and Forth

As this was occurring, Trump began to tout his total authority as president during his press conferences. On April 13, he claimed that a president has total authority.

Four days later, he began tweeting in support of the COVID protests.

In a series of three tweets, he commended the actions of the protesters in Michigan, Virginia, and Minnesota and even asserted their 2nd amendment rights, which has nothing to do with anything. If he touted total authority, why was he allowing protesters to fight the stay-at-home order enforced in his country?

Five days later, Trump disagreed with the Georgia governor’s plans to open the state’s economy again. Again – a president with self-proclaimed total authority supports protests in his country and then proceeds to go against what those protests were for.

For a “war-time president,” as he calls it, he sure seems to be inciting violence himself.

The Whiteness of the Protests

There is an important racial contrast to draw in light of these protests. The people protesting these orders evidently did not come at peace. They touted GUNS on the steps of their state capitol, blocked ambulances from getting to hospitals, and screamed slurs and threatened violence. Vox wrote a piece on how the protests are an exemplification of white privilege. Very little news has been made of arrests, and that’s because there is only one. A single woman in North Carolina was arrested.

The contrast lies in how these white people, carrying guns protesting a life-saving shutdown in the midst of a pandemic, have not suffered a single fingerprint from a police officer, while black men and women get beaten and shot for no less than “looking” dangerous to a cop while on a Sunday stroll. These protesters are the same ones who cry mercy when Colin Kaepernick kneeled during the national anthem to protest police brutality and burned their Nike socks when the company supported him.

The protesters see themselves as the true patriots but they only take American values when they serve white lives.

A CNN interview with Las Vegas Mayor Carolyn Goodman also went viral for her absurd comments on the virus that are along the lines of the “liberate protests.” In the interview with an exasperated Anderson Cooper, she explains that she wants Vegas to reopen for the millions of people who have lost their jobs and that she offered Vegas to be a control group for non-social distancing vs. the virus.

The inevitable power grab is also coming, as Trump announced his plans to suspend green cards. There is no better time to quickly pass through what you have always wanted to pass than in a crisis.

However, essential workers and hospital workers are exempt from this sudden change and can receive green cards, as well as their family members. This points to how immigrants, including ones without legal documents, are the barebone of our society and continue to work for us as we stay home, but are only valuable as capital. They are characters in his racist rants – rapists and terrorists, no less – but “essential workers” when a person with a document needs them for delivery.

There is even outcry for Governor Newsom’s new fund for undocumented immigrants, calling out “free handouts” for people who live on state money. The truth could not be further. People not eligible for unemployment funds would receive $400 each. This came in light of the Trump admin’s denial of immigrants without legal status from receiving the $1200 stimulus fund. Undocumented immigrants in California, who made up 10% of the population, paid a total of $2.5 billion in taxes the last year – the fund totals $125 million.


Corona count: 278,000 cases, 7152 deaths. Haven’t been outside in two days


After noticing how brown my bananas were getting, even after I’d chucked them into the fridge to halt their riping, I decided I had to use them up with some recipe. I have seen a lot of two-ingredient pancake recipes and decided that was a good idea for a quick breakfast today.

I know my photos make them look sad, disgusting, and more like scrambled eggs than pancakes, but they were delicious, and also really fun to make and eat. It feels like you’re doing a lot more than you actually are making fifteen 2-inch pancakes.

These were super simple. I cut up a banana and then mashed it up in a bowl until it wasn’t lumpy anymore, and then put in 1/8 teaspoons of baking powder and salt, and then 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder. Those three things aren’t necessary but they make it more pancake-y than they would without. After that I poured in two whisked eggs and mixed that together.

At this point, the mixture looks like it’s all eggs and I was skeptical how they would turn out. But when I put spoonfuls onto the pan they turned into pancake-looking things. They don’t taste like eggs or bananas, and they might look burnt but they were still super soft (too soft, actually). I didn’t have maple syrup so I drizzled honey over it.


My question of the day, after watching hours of TikTok, is this: What is a barb?

I can’t seem to figure it out, but I am probably a #BarbforBernie. We’ll see.

I didn’t go outside, but I did wake up at 1pm, as per usual. Technically, I actually woke up at 2pm. But I was also awake at 1pm.

I cut a mango today for the first time, which was the single mango I bought in my last grocery haul, with some Siggi’s yogurt that I was scared was going to expire soon. Icelandic skyr is the only real yogurt I’ll eat.


It’s always been frightening to read the news these days but something more horrific is coming on the rise. During crises throughout history, it is common for politicians to use those moments to enact policies on their agenda that are hard to pass at other times. In a time when citizens are encapsulated by fear and hopelessness, they look to their politicians for leadership and are more likely to agree with their ideas.

In the U.S., we can see the first instances of a slow encroachment on constitutional rights during the pandemic. The fight against abortion, for example, has intensified during the pandemic despite having nothing to do with the virus. Politicians who have long held pro-life stances and anti-abortion agendas have pounced on this period of fear and containment to finally curb abortions.

In Texas, Governor Greg Abbott has led the fight for a ban on all abortions indefinitely. This is likely argued under the guise that these are nonessential medical services during a pandemic but in reality a move to cement Abbott’s own religious beliefs.


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Ironically, and more disgustingly, Abbott is simultaneously declaring church services “essential services.” This means that Texans are legally allowed to gather in churches, which have become notable starting points for large clusters of COVID-19 cases, but women who want to have abortions will not have access to that until the crisis is over.

An appeals court has allowed the governor’s abortion ban to remain during COVID-19 emergency measures. This is a reversal of the decision by a federal appeals court to block such a ban just last week. Alabama, Iowa, Ohio, and Oklahoma are following suit with their own pending lawsuits.

Greg Abbott issued a stay-at-home order for the state of Texas just 2 days ago, weeks after some states in the country, although he refuses to call it a stay-at-home order.

This is not to forget the attempt by the DOJ at the beginning of this month to detain citizens without trial.

The opposite has also occurred. For example, a law previously made by the FDA bans LGBTQ+ men from donating blood unless they have abstained from sexual activity for 12 months.

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“As the COVID-19 pandemic has caused a “severe blood shortage,” a group of 17 senators and LGBTQ advocates say that the time has come for the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) to lift a rule requiring men who have sex with men to abstain for 12 months before donating blood.”


Until 2015, gay and bisexual men were completely banned from donating blood at all. This discriminatory policy is based on homophobic assumptions that gay and bisexual men are more likely to have “contaminated blood.” Such beliefs have been debunked and denounced by the American Red Cross and American Public Health Organization as not scientifically sound.

In light of the blood shortage during the pandemic, senators are now calling on the FDA to lift these restrictions.

While this a progressive move, it also brings light to the fact that discriminatory policies might be lifted only in times where help from marginalized populations will be helpful to the majority.

Similarly, workers earning a below-minimum wage, often undocumented or below the poverty line, are not treated as full citizens on a regular basis in the United States.

However, as people in the pandemic have become reliant on grocery delivery and more, these people have suddenly become “essential” workers in the pandemic. Their value as human capital has increased, but this does not translate into fair treatment as humans.


[This is posted late!!]

Day 9! I think. No one knows what day it is.

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It looks like testing in the U.S. is finally stepping up. Just today there are almost 5000 more cases. And the viral video going around the news and social media is this one:

And a new one here:

With all the war-time references that have been made, the doctors, nurses, and more fight on the frontlines in the hospitals. But there’s a crucial part of the frontlines we can’t forget: the wage earners. These are the people delivering your food that you can still get, even in lockdown; the people working grocery stores, pharmacies, and more.



A little gloomy today.

Today the U.S. has 143,000 cases, with 19,400 new cases yesterday. Remember when Italy broke a record with 13,000 cases in one day? That was about 3 months ago (in this snail-paced corona time).

Each day I feel closer to going crazy. That might be a little dramatic, because I still talk to people every day, and can see people face-to-face when I go downstairs into the lobby. But I do live alone, and while my apartment is very comfortable it’s not a place I can do cartwheels through. My windows open up to a view but only if I sit at the very top of my bed by the window, and usually, the sunlight is abysmal. Also, the window barely opens. There’s also the insanity-inducing leaking AC machine from the apartment above me that causes drops of white water to splash on the sill outside my window for 30 minutes straight at any given hour.

Everyone asks each other these days, “How are you doing? What do you do all day?” When they remember that I live alone, in a New York size apartment, they can’t help but ask how I’m not going crazy, and I always say that I’m not there, yet. A lot of people have gone home where they have nice big backyards or can go on runs in their neighborhood. There’s really no neighborhood here for me to walk around freely because city streets are game for anyone. And in a time of rising hate crimes against Asians, I’m wary to step out if I don’t need to.

The rise of hate crimes is one of the scariest things to me right now. We all knew that racism existed well before and during this pandemic and will continue to exist after. But it’s always notable to see how quickly society turns on the “model minority” – a status they tell us to be proud of, which is quickly shed at their will – when they need a scapegoat. China didn’t create the virus, Chinese people don’t have it by way of being Chinese. American minds seem to implode when they have to grapple with the fact that there’s no connection between a natural, scientific disease and human race.

One of my favorite classes right now focuses on the study of eugenics, and this is a prime example. Eugenics refers to the use of biologized approaches to social problems, in which a population is seen as a site of improvement. What this whittles down to is the idea that people of certain races (or culture, ethnicity, whatever racialized term they choose to categorize differences in) have an essence that describes their whole being which they cannot escape from. Examples of this include violent stereotypes of young black men in the United States, black and brown refugees entering Europe, or Hispanic refugees at the US-Mexico border. Policies are taken to “improve” society by leveling out undesirable populations, as people are reduced to simplistic, racialized definitions.

If we take this down a notch, we can see how this “essence” aspect applies to Asians in the current situation. Many have taken to violence against Asians because they’ve made a connection between the “Chinese” virus and the Asians they see around them. The belief in this idea of an “essence” is what makes racists lash out.

Today, the news came out that the country would stay in this semi-lockdown state for another 30 days. It started trending on Twitter, and there were mixed feelings. Some were shocked it was going to go on for so much longer, while others, including me, were dumbfounded that so many people still couldn’t grasp the severity of the situation. Many of us are under the impression that this will go on for weeks, if not months (more likely months). This move is also a signal that the president is stepping back from his hope to “restart” the economy and get everyone in churches by Easter.

On a lighter note, I have been watching a lot of cooking videos. Gordon Ramsay’s are always fun to watch but I know I will always take 10 minutes for each of his when I’m actually cooking myself.

(a late) QUARANTINE DAY 12

I cannot get my sleep schedule together to save my life. I think everyone in school right now can agree that it feels like spring break still, and the idea of attending class, even if half-assedly behind a black screen, is an awful idea.

As students, many of our main concerns during this pandemic have been the changes to school. We now have to stay at home, we can’t enjoy college for its fun stuff, like seeing friends, classmates, and going to parties. So what we’ve clung onto is the fact that we have fewer obligations because we are stuck at home. As spring break passed it almost felt like summer with strict parents – nothing on our to-do lists, kind of an eternal feeling of impending and existential doom and unknowingness all in one.

And then suddenly Monday morning came, and I had to crawl up at 9:20 to log onto my 9:30 lecture in time. I know, not that early at all, but for someone who instantly turns more nocturnal than she already is on a normal schedule during such times, it was hard. Like, double coffee in the morning to stop my head from hurting only to lay buzzing awake at 3 am that night.

As for food, I haven’t ordered takeout in a while. Every morning I make avocado toast with scrambled eggs, as I usually do. Recently I’ve been mixing in feta (vegan from Whole Foods) and mushrooms. This is what I’ve been making every morning for most of my college life. I ran out of bread the other day though, and in these “trying” (hard quotes) I can’t get my hands on any anytime soon. So I’ve switched to these gluten-free everything bagels that I hate myself enough to eat.

I opened my fridge to realize that my retail therapy had translated directly into a morphed version of itself but with groceries. My fridge was stacked with every veggie imaginable. I did about 3 Whole Foods grocery orders before it stopped working about last week, but those were on a normal basis. My last Amazon Fresh order came in the day before Fresh stopped showing delivery times. And then I had another order from Instacart a week later, only to have half the items refunded because they weren’t available (you’re telling me there were no substitutes for bread and eggs? OK). I also had an old order from HMart, an Asian grocery store, that decided to finally ship 3 weeks later. So I had things like rice cakes, vermicelli, boy choy, bean sprouts, enoki mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, and more. I also stocked up on soy sauce, sesame oil, and vinegar (the proper Chinese ones) and I even bought pickled cucumbers, which are basically sweet and fermented, and I eat it with congee (a super home-style meal I could eat every day for the rest of my life). I have an order with bread and eggs coming in from Mercato, another delivery app, and in the future, I’ll be ordering from FarmtoPeople if they are able to deliver. There’s also Dig Acres, Dig Inn’s farm boxes, or Chef’s Collective, which ships fresh produce from farms in boxes.

As an unseasoned college chef, I’ve never made soup before. With all the vegetables in my fridge, I decided to make a soup with them and add couscous, based on this recipe (minus the Israeli part). Very straightforward even for an unseasoned cook like me and I replaced the stock with boiled water and some scoops of bouillon.

A question has come to mind with quarantine food recently. Everyone has been hoarding beans. I can’t help but wonder, what the hell do you make with beans? This is completely a cultural thing, but I have never sat down to a meal (aside from Mexican food) and ate straight beans, although I know it’s common in many other cuisines. So I haven’t bought any yet but we’ll see what happens.





cooking in quarantine

Recipes I want to try:

One Pot Vegan Mac and Cheese

Tofu and Broccoli

Vegan Mapo Tofu

Stir-fried Vermicelli and Cabbage

Vietnamese Iced Coffee

One Pan Mexican Quinoa

Tex Mex Couscous

Banana Bread, with easy substitutions

Almond Flour Pancakes

Turnip Cake (Luo Bo Gao), also here

Cold Brew

Food blogs:
Freezing Food
  • Aside from freezing fruit, you can also freeze avocados and bread, as well as steam potatoes and freeze them for later.
  • Woks of Life wrote a great post on how to freeze cilantro, scallions and more.
  • David Chang has posted a few things about preserving food.
    • Rice can be wrapped and frozen, but honestly I’ve never cooked too much rice in my rice pot. And I would never buy instant rice. He also has a tip for keeping green scallions fresh.