Burritos Can Soothe The Soul
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Going into 2007, I feel like my world has finally started to settle down after being shaken like a snow globe. Four years ago, within a single year, I went from being married and pregnant to divorced and a single parent, along with relocating from Shanghai to, of all places, Florida.
My Gulf swims, the stone crab and coconut shrimp were the only aspects of Floridian life that I enjoyed. I thought buying a house would force me to bond with my new future. When a couple of wardrobes, an opium bed, two Qing-style armchairs and a Ming-inspired writing desk, the trappings of my former Shanghai life, arrived at my doorstep, I knew in my gut I ultimately didn't want to call southwest Florida home.
As I unpacked, I found the good All-Clad cookware had remained at my ex's Shanghai abode. Instead, two pieces of cookware -- a two-quart saucepan and 10-inch skillet that I ordered from QVC almost a decade ago -- arrived in its place.
My reluctance to chuck these slightly dented, well-used pieces for new top-of-the-line cookware represented my own insecurities of being alone at 40. I kept them and didn't buy anything else.
For the next year, I did all my cooking for friends and family and testing recipes for this column in just that skillet and pot.
Like a lot of home chefs, I like having a fully equipped kitchen. I took pride in whipping out every imaginable tool or vessel needed to make a dish, but the rest of my equipment was also still in Shanghai.
After a couple of months, I found I didn't need so much stuff to cook well -- just a good sharp knife, a pot, skillet, wooden spoon and long chopsticks sufficed. Not since my single days of living in the Mission District had I pared down and simplified my life. It was liberating.
During that difficult time, I found keeping a routine kept my mental edges from fraying. When my son was with his father, I made the same supper -- a burrito of sorts.
Every aspect of this burrito -- from the plastic-wrapped cheese slices primarily used to make my son's grilled cheese sandwiches and the rich saltiness of soy sauce and honey-roasted peanuts to the way I wrapped the tortilla in aluminum foil like the burritos I would get in Mission taquerias -- was a pleasant reminder of the years past. The hodge-podge of ingredients I chose seemed as dizzying and haphazard as my mental state, but joined together, their delicious wholeness in every mouthful provided me the pacifying lift of comfort food.
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