posted on: 05/20/2014 - 10:57am by Cosmos
Newman writes: Dear Cosmos, As Memorial Day weekend approaches, I’m getting more nervous about the Ethnic Food Fair on Sunday. It seems every year I get so overwhelmed with all the choices, I end up missing something good.
Cosmos: We must be litter-mates adopted by different families, because I used to have the very same problem. Even though many of the 30 cultures that participate in the House of Pacific Relations Ethnic Food Fair serve similar dishes each year, certain ones will throw me a curve now and then. And by the time I realize it, I’m stuffed to the jowls and can’t swallow another bite.
In recent years, thankfully, the Ethnic Food Fair organizers have become quite web savvy and now post the complete menu of each culture’s offerings well ahead of time. Though to be honest, I don’t know if they do this to be helpful or cruel (in a good way).
Regardless, now that the Ethnic Food Fair menu is live, I can formulate my approach in advance. I can even create a schedule of which food station I’ll be sniffing and begging at for scraps in coordination with the day’s schedule of cultural entertainment.
Though I’m still in the early planning stages, here’s what my morning looks like: I’ll start at the House of France for French pastries and éclairs and the House of Denmark for aebleskiver (sphere-shaped pancakes) and kringle (stuffed pastries). The House of Italy will fuel my day-long scavenging with espressos, cappuccinos, and Americanos.
Once lunchtime rolls around, I’ll be rolling over to the House of Argentina for sausage sandwiches and sausage rolls, the House of Norway for an open-faced shrimp sandwich, and the House of Turkey for a beef kebab sandwich. And once those appetizers are consumed, it’ll be time for a meat pie from the House of Scotland, carne asada nachos from the House of Mexico, and potstickers from the House of China.
If all goes according to schedule, that should leave me ample time (and intestinal space) to hit four to five more houses (toe-nails crossed). If not, well, there’s always next year.