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Kimchi Fried Rice

Food Network to me is like a porn channel to some people. Cookbooks are as exciting as dirty magazines to some. I get aroused when I watch it and I’m an addict. I would probably have withdrawal symptoms if someone stopped me from watching it. Even my co-workers have noticed that. When we have a bit of a break (which last time was in November, haha) and people are in the staff room, whenever I enter, they say ‘oh, Eva’s here, you’d better switch TV to Food Network’.

I just love watching people cooking and where would you find your inspiration from otherwise?

I have a soft spot for Ina Garten in particular. She’s just so fabulous with her amazing mansion in Hamptons and loving Jeffrey by her side…(sigh). My fantasy is living next door to her, so she can pop in with good muffins, and we would laugh our heads of while  sipping champagne…And I could be invited to her parties.

So I watch a lot of Barefoot Contessa on Food Network as you have guessed correctly. I find it very relaxing and inspirational.

On one of the episodes called ‘Off Duty’ Ina was asking different chefs, what they are making, when they cook for themselves. Julia Turschen (the same Julia who co-wrote ‘It’s All Good’ with Gwyneth Paltrow) shared her favorite off duty dish – Kimchi Fried Rice. And to me it was the best, simple, understated dish you can make. Since I had made it, I never looked back. It’s only a few ingredients, whenever you cook too much rice, next day you can use leftovers. You just need to keep kimchi in your fridge or cupboard. It’s a very tasty Korean fermented cabbage with other vegetables. It’s a bit spicy and  full of vitamins and minerals. Totally worth a try. You can find the recipe here. You’re welcome.

kimchi fried rice - ingredients

kimchi fried rice – ingredients

kimchi fried rice

kimchi fried rice

kimchi fried rice

kimchi fried rice

kimchi fried rice

kimchi fried rice


About potatofaces

People who cook always go on about precious memories of childhood food one of their family members cooked, how daddy or nanny taught them the importance of cooking and eating together, and they still remember the comfort food they produced, amazing dishes whipped up by brilliant but humble cooks in their family. Well, let me tell you, it was totally different in my family. My mother’s family – totally useless as cooks, who could survive on bread and butter, cooked once a week a terrible, terrible meal, usually some kind of meat piece with lots of brown sauce. Also, they were never bothered about eating together. That’s maybe why most of them were depressed and suicidal. My mother followed that path and couldn’t really cook, and because I never wanted to eat meat, was warning me that ‘one day I will regret it’. Probably because my mother wasn’t into cooking my sister at the age of 12 took over and started producing amazing dinners and cakes. Well, luckily for me and her we weren’t that genetically doomed because apparently my father’s family were gifted in that compartment. I can only presume it was genes, as my father divorced my mother when my sis and me were little and he strongly believed that he also divorced us. So, we were growing up never having any contact with him and as a result, couldn’t learn how to cook from him. That’s why I believe the love of cooking ( and the ability) was just passed to us genetically. My father, short time before he died, unexpectedly felt an urge to contact us. First he gave my sister a mandolin (that’s another thing I know about him- he played a few instruments). My sister refused to talk to him, he then decided to contact me and wanted to spend some time with me. I didn’t want to, as he was a stranger to me (I was 11 or 12 at the time) but as I was promised I could leave whenever I wanted to, I went to the village he lived in. There I tried his mother’s cooking everyone was raving about. It was simple and amazing, I wish they were as family dedicated as they were at baking, cooking, making pastries, wine, tinctures, you name it. But I ate, drunk, and got bored of strangers who were my family and demanded to be let to go home. One of the last things my father said to me was that I should start learning English because I might need it one day, which I ignored for another 16 years… Because my sister was such a domestic goddess I wasn’t really bothered about cooking. I got hooked properly after my son was born and I wanted him to eat healthy and get everything he needed, especially that it wasn’t his choice to be a vegetarian (yet). And that is how the story begins…

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