Recipe: Flija, oh honey…


Flija, flija, flija... Have you ever loved someone so impossible that they made you want to tear your hair out? Have you ever known someone who seemed really complicated at the time, but when you really, really think back, you realize they were about simple as it gets - that just maybe you were the complicated one? Have you known someone whose company turns minutes into hours, until you forget hunger in a the wake of good conversation? Do you like to whittle? How about the … [Read more...]

Menu: Kosovo


I found a new favorite quote. It's about peace, but it isn't cheesy (something amazingly difficult to come by). In fact, I think this quote really gets at the heart of the matter - at what I'm trying to accomplish here. I'm sharing it today in honor of Wednesday, "hump day" - the day that is neither the beginning of the week, the end of the week or the weekend. It's the time of the week when everything drags just a little. I'm also sharing it in honor of neither being at the beginning, … [Read more...]

About the food of Kosovo

Desivojca. Photo by Durim Shkodra.

Kosovo boldly proclaimed independence in 2008. Apparently the deal was highly contentious, but as you know... I'm not here for the politics. I'm here for the food. What does this mean? It means I'll take any chance I can get to cook food from around the world. So, with that being said - welcome to Kosovo week at the Global Table. Let's eat! If you weren't paying close attention when you sat down, you might think you were in America during Thanksgiving. You'll find a spread of pumpkin … [Read more...]

Monday Meal Review: North Korea


THE SCENE: My Happily Broken Heart A broken heart occurs when two hearts joined in love tear apart. It could happen slowly or quickly, but like a wishbone, something has to give. If it's a clean break, it wasn't love. At least, not for a long time. Sometimes both hearts have a tear, other times just one. Lots of times it feels like a piece was left behind, permanently affixed to the heart of the other. Keith has never broken my heart. Sure, we've had our disagreements but I've never once … [Read more...]

Recipe: Sweet Pumpkin Porridge with Rice balls & Red beans


While I don't typically dive into steaming hot bowls of sweet pumpkin soup, I just might make an exception today. And, if I did, I just might use one of those rice balls as a floaty. No judgments, please. I just like pumpkin a whole lot. The unusual thing about this soup is not how sweet it is, or even the fact that there's rice balls in it (that's not much different than a dumpling) - it's that there's a scoop of sweet red beans lurking at the bottom of the bowl, waiting for … [Read more...]

Recipe: Rolled Egg Omelet w/ Kimchi (Gyeran mali)


On chilly fall mornings I like to roll up in my thick downy comforter, cozy and warm. I know that the second I stick my nose out it'll turn into an icicle, so I don't. I keep it tucked and cozy. I would lay there for hours, if Ava would let me. I'm like a human burrito. Or ... ahem... a human... omelet. You see, I like to think of this rolled omelet as an egg comforter. Even better? A heart-shaped egg comforter. Welcome to Cozy Town. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, I think everyone should … [Read more...]

Menu: North Korea


Yesterday, during Ava's nap, I planted 16 plants (15 of which were mums), cleaned out my bathroom cabinet, and painted my toenails. I worked up such an appetite, I finished off the rest of our Korean Sweet Pumpkin Porridge. By the end of it, the yard, my feet, and my belly were sparkling with happy color. I also got a couple of entries to our Gingerbread for Peace contest (check out the gallery and vote for your favorites). All in all, a pretty great day. Bottom line - some days just … [Read more...]

About the food of North Korea

Tomb of King Tongmyong, North Korea. Photo by Kok Leng Yeo.

While I'm not a huge meat eater, I never met a burger I didn't like. Especially if it has cheese on top. Case in point: I loved the Aussie Burger we made for our Australian Global Table. This bad boy was loaded up with a fried egg, pickled beets, and a large slice of ooey gooey cheddar. It was all good. Still... the very Shakespearean question is whether or not I would still like a burger if it was called something else... if a burger, like a rose, is just as sweet by any other name. Turns … [Read more...]