From Fish Skin to Industry, The History Behind This Korean Snack Food Staple

Fish Skin DonburiWith H-Mart still the talk of the town in Victoria and a place I regularly visit, the first thing that always catches my eye is the sheer variety of flavoured fish skins now lining the shelves. Although they’ve been around for ages, seeing them in local markets still feels novel. Before, you’d have to trek to your friendly neighbourhood international district or a mom-and-pop shop that specialised in snacks from “back home” rather than ones made in America. Even Fairways dabbled in selling them once, but they never quite took off—probably because they’re an acquired taste. And considering they don’t come cheap (which is ironic, really, for what was once a throwaway part of the fish), not everyone’s going to take kindly to snacking on this particular piece of flesh.

They’re not really comparable to bacon—though the crunch might trick you at first—and maybe they sit somewhere closer to a very oily, sea-scented potato chip. Because they’re greasier than most fried snacks, I’ve found they work better as a topping than as a standalone indulgence. A few pieces sprinkled over a bowl of rice? Surprisingly satisfying. I’ve even tried tossing them onto ramen for texture, but the result was just… okay. Let’s just say they’re not destined to become a pantry staple for my weeknight dinners. They’re rich, indulgent, and definitely not waistline-friendly. Still, for those who haven’t crossed paths with Korean or Southeast Asian junk food before, a little backstory makes the trend make a lot more sense.

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Yummy: The History of Desserts Book Review

Yummy: A History of Desserts (A Graphic Novel): Elliott, Victoria Grace:  9780593124383: Books - Amazon.caRandom House Publishing
Available to purchase on Amazon USA

Everything you want to know about those sweet confectioneries but are afraid to ask is all covered in Yummy: The History of Desserts. This graphic novel by Victoria Grace Elliott was published last year. Although I had a digital copy to read at first, I was also gifted a hardcopy over the holidays. After reading it multiple times, I feel a lot more informed by Peri, a food sprite, giving readers a fairly detailed look about my favourite after dinner treats. She also has fellow fairy type pals assisting.

The first chapter is a solid look at ice cream’s origins. I can’t help but wonder if there are more regional versions because one part of the world–South America–isn’t known for this treat. They are known for Calzone Rotos and Picarones (a version of the doughnut), pies and cookes, but not really anything else. 

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Who is the King? The Doughnut King & Where to Watch

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After watching The Donut King, I now know where to go to get my sugary fix when travel without restrictions is allowed again. The various delights offered by one Santa Monica operation is enough to make me want to jet down instead of fly across the Pacific Ocean! This work was released last year at the Los Angeles Asia Pacific Film Festival and was quickly picked up for wider distribution. To find it, however, meant waiting in line like the time I was in Oregon for Voodoo Doughnut. Though the wait was thirty minutes long, the wait was worth it.

Ted Ngoy is hailed as a pioneer of the enterprising spirit in California. He’s as shrewd as Ray Kroc in taking partial ownership of the name and franchising out McDonalds. The variation is in how he helped his fellow Cambodians who came to America open their operations and when he took a slice of the American dream.

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The Road To Greece

Mad Greek’s Pizza
703 Goldstream Avenue
Langford, BC
(250) 478-6112

Making one’s way home in a wind storm with lightning zipping over my head wasn’t one of my better ideas. A cab could’ve easily carry me to mi casa without any threat of becoming lost in the dark or crisped by a well placed bolt. But I am sure Ed would weep at my funeral and recite, “In life, he was a great friend but in death he was a great entrée.”

But the fickle finger of fate wasn’t going to touch me this night. Instead I made my way in the darkness without lamp nor stars until, from a distance, I saw a beacon of magnificent blue. A Mad Greek’s Pizza sign perched high above to attract weary travelers like myself and possibly drunks at 2 AM.

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