They say that art imitates life and life imitates art. In this case, the art being cooking and life being a conversation on iMessage. Ok, so that made a lot more sense in my head… moving right along.
The inspiration for this dish came from a conversation about my previous dish- kimchi pancake. Namely, this conversation:
I’m all about turning my short comings into new ventures.
Shortcoming = no flipping skills.
New venture = scrambled kimchi pancake fried rice.
I have no pictures to show you that… kimchi pancake is not the same as egg. See, egg… it separates and joins. With no problems. Kimchi pancakes. Do not.
But I wasn’t about to give up. So I tried raw kimchi instead. REDO.
Fry onions + garlic.
Add sliced mushrooms + chopped kimchi.
Add cooked rice.
Aside: I cooked rice for the first time… in the cutest pot! It came in a box that said “passionate about food” I may not be a lot of things but I most certainly am passionate about food!
Mix rice with kimchi/mushrooms/onions/garlic and set aside.
Make pancake in small pink frying pan.
Small kimchi pancake.
My dad asked me if I named the dish and then made it or if I made the dish and then named it.
He knows me all too well.
So what was supposed to be scrambled-kimchi-pancake-fried-rice… turned out to be this:
Spicy kimchi-mushroom fried rice in a crispy kimchi pancake crust with green salad and strawberry sauce.
Sounds fancy shmancy, no?
Presentation: I totally made this dish up because I like kimchi. And because fried rice and kimchi pancakes are really the only things I know how to make right now. So this dish can be served the way it’s pictured above- rice dome lined with kimchi pancake crusts. Or separately. Or with a whole pancake on top of the dome. Or a whole pancake underneath the dome. Or the pancake cut up into long strips so it looks like fries… you get the idea. Let your imagination run wild!
Side story: if y’all were wondering why I stayed away from cooking all these years, here’s why: one day 12 years ago, my bro and I were hungry. Neither of us were old enough to drive (well, that never stopped me but my bro usually did)
Anyway, moms and pops were both out and there was nothing in the fridge so I decided to make roti. I called up one of my aunts for the recipe. Made a few rotis and satisfied our hunger.
When my dad came home, there was one roti left. Naturally, my dad got all excited (it was the first time I’d made anything) so he sat down to eat his daughter’s very first attempt at roti.
I left the kitchen and came back a couple minutes later to finish cleaning up. Not only had he finished eating, the plate was in the sink and he was reading a newspaper.
“Father, you finished it that quickly!?”
“Oh yes, it was delicious! Thank you.”
I washed up the dishes and reached for a paper towel to dry my hands. And then. I lifted the garbage lid to throw in the paper towel.
I don’t have to tell you what I found in there.
Friends & family of young amateur cooks: if you’re going to throw something out, at least do a proper job concealing it! Don’t shatter young dreams.