Daikon Turnip Cake (蘿蔔糕) is a common item on dim sum menus. As corny as it sounds, I dedicate this trial-and-error recipe to my dad — legendary 蘿蔔糕 lover and dipping sauce extraordinaire.
As of May 1, we have officially entered Asian American and Pacific Islander (AAPI) Heritage Month. Admittedly, this is my first time hearing about the month-long celebration of AAPI persons and cultures despite my belonging to the ethnic category, so I felt inspired to connect with my Chinese and Taiwanese background through what is arguably the predominant language shared between both countries: food.
I am grateful to Auntie N in that our friendship has also been somewhat of a catalyst, encouraging me to shed any negative preconceptions about befriending older adults and accept new friendships as they come, writes Carissa Lee.
Joining scores of theater and performing arts companies across the nation who have adapted to virtual productions, the Stanford Shakespeare Company premiered their winter show, “The Tempest: A Radio Play,” for remote audiences last Friday.
Opening with a jubilant musical score reminiscent of a LSJUMB number, the traditional festivities and energy of fall quarter are brought to life on-screen, thanks to a talented and dedicated cast (and the Zoom platform, of course).
In this way, a truckload of carrots or a banana duct-taped to a wall are a wake-up slap to the omnipresent intricacies of reality. We aspire to elevate above the commonplace, but it is by humble objects that we are ultimately grounded.
Dancing feet on carpet flooring. Live concerts for an invisible audience. Images, words, old memories — prompted by introspection — unloaded onto a canvas, a page. This is the “new normal” for student-artists amid the COVID-19 pandemic: with limited access to resources like rehearsal spaces and art supplies, visual and performing artists are finding innovative ways to make and share their art.
With the stress of the epidemic at the forefront of everyone’s minds, it may be beneficial and perhaps even meditative to focus on our impact as individuals.
Without further ado, here are some tips on the best way to start your stress-free spring quarter — starting with a homegrown sourdough starter, of course!
Much like its subject figure, Norwegian painter Edvard Munch’s “The Scream” (1910) has become a ghostly apparition of its former self — a process researchers believe is only likely to continue.
With a little Valentine’s Day magic, maybe, just maybe, this article will convince you to break free from Hershey’s (overly) sweet kisses and shell out those few extra dollars for ethically sourced, slave-free cocoa that you, too, can feel good about eating.
We rely on the act of eating — a brief respite from the complications of maintaining public appearance — to offer treasured insight into the “authenticity” of a candidate.
It’s everything your average social-media-savvy 20-something-year-old wants nowadays, given that it’s elevated and “artsy” while still retaining a sense of relatability and reminiscence of pop culture. In other words, it’s the quintessential Instagram shot.
It’s no secret that the new generation has commitment issues. Whether those issues concerns relationships, careers or even everyday purchases, the average young adult finds themself wrought with a familiar sense of indecisiveness and anxiety, culminating in an inability to go for that proposal, take that job offer or buy that car. This phenomenon most…
Christian Bale’s popular rendition of Batman, funnily enough, is actually a bit of a lone wolf. Batman is not alone, of course. With characters like Daryl and Michonne from ABC’s “The Walking Dead,” Deckard Shaw from the “Fast and the Furious” franchise and Clint Eastwood’s Inspector Harry Callahan stealing the show (and the hearts of…
Burgers, hot dogs and fries. A timeless trifecta of pure Americana, of fast food and fried fare. To the average American, these foods are symbols of comfort and nostalgia, hence their immense popularity and widespread, immediate availability throughout the nation. Whether we proudly tout or beseech our culinary reputation for all things fried and fatty,…
While the first weekend of November brought with it the salvation of daylight savings, so too did it bring a bout of unusually lovely weather to San Francisco (so long, Karl the Fog!) — just in time for the annual Coffee Festival. Suffering from the classic pre-winter cold, I was especially grateful for the warmth, admiring the brilliance of the sunlight against the warehouse-like buildings near the pier as we joined the queue of caffeine-enthusiasts entering the Fort Mason Center for Arts and Culture’s Festival Pavilion.
For all my unwitting freshman out there: the “darty,” or day party, is a classic staple of the college experience. Spring quarter brings with it an endless slew of sunny afternoons ideal for fountain hopping, beer pong or a combination of both. It’s a celebration of warmth, of summer’s arrival — and it’s constantly been…
This past Sunday afternoon, I witnessed something that in my 19 odd years of life here I never would’ve anticipated: a line. An actual out-the-door line, at the old Sunnyvale Popeyes Louisiana Kitchen of all places.
Human beings are notorious for constructing divisions; we divide ourselves into nations, parties, families … even the most basic elements of computers are a division between ones and zeros. Dividing, grouping, compartmentalizing — whatever you’d like to call it — it’s a uniquely human method of simplifying the world. So how does this play into…
There must be something wrong with the sun today. The afternoon sunlight streams through the car window an eerie orange color. It’s hot, but our A/C is turned off so as not to let the outside air through. We don’t say a word. Maybe it’s just the heat. My mother is sweating a little —…
S-K-Y-R, skyr. If you live anywhere in the Bay Area—or really, anywhere in the U.S. with a chain grocery store—you’ve most definitely encountered this magical mystery of the dairy aisle.
Hands to heart-center, we all breathe in, open-mouth exhale and give final thanks for our practice: Namaste. Or at least, that’s the idea anyway. My first class at CorePower Yoga’s Town and Country location a few Saturdays ago concluded just like that — me (hopefully not visibly) cringing in the back of the heated room…
While this isn’t my grandmother’s original recipe, I’ve tested this recipe countless times, making modifications here and there over the years and seeing what works.