rebekah + gray (+ amanda + lucy + kat + val + lucy + kate + paxton)

this isn't a sister wives kinda post. although i'm gonna let some of my innate cheesiness shine and say that it is about sisterhood in a way. i spent this past weekend in lexington, virginia, where i went to college, with seven of my girlfriends. (read: sorority sisters. yup! that kind of sister.) these girls - i guess, women now(?) - have known me since the days when i thought my food tastes peaked with sophistication when i started ordering the cavatelli during monday pasta night at frank's, the local pizzeria. as my friend amanda asked this weekend, "when did you become a foodie?!" answer: when i left lexington, virginia, and moved to new york, new york.

over the last thirteen years, we have started/progressed/transitioned/restarted our careers, met new best friends and got married to them in some cases, started families with those new best friends, and shifted a bit uncomfortably as we became the adults with our own parents. through it all, we've moved in with and sometimes far away from each other, grown closer, apart and then close again, but always been able to come back together to our college memories and the comfort that comes with being with friends who have known you since the days when j. crew cableknit and clogs made you cool.

this past weekend was more of that: simply drinking, eating, talking, laughing and being together, albeit a slightly more mature version. we all arrived in lex from all over the east coast late friday evening, so our meal had to be simple (read: impossible to screw up even after copious amounts of vino). and of course, it needed to pay homage to our college days. when we all lived in the sorority house together our junior year, our go-to come-home-drunk meal was quesadillas. but before that booze-fueled, double-whammy of a gluttonous habit, we were all helpless to our local domino's which was, as my friend val put it, the only domino's in the world that actually tasted good. kid you not, my friend sarah (lovingly known otherwise as f*cko) and i each gained fifteen lbs ("libs" as we not-so-lovingly called them in college) over six weeks during spring term our freshman year, thanks to our unhealthy addiction to that domino's.

so for our meat cute meal, we made homemade pizzas. these days, homemade pizza is incredibly easy to do since you can buy pre-made dough. (even easier still to make in the beautiful kitchen of my friend gray's parents, which had not one but two convection ovens!). even though frozen or delivery pizza may feel more indulgent in laziness, homemade convinces almost anyone you can actually cook (it worked for me on my friends!). while my friend kat rolled out the pizza dough, i assembled the pizza "flavors". two in particular came out quite tasty - a "white" pizza of truffle oil, sea salt, fontina and caramelized onions; and a spicy spinach sausage pizza made with red sauce, chorizo sausage, mozzarella and shredded spinach. because there were seven hungry, wine-fueled girls waiting for these pizzas, i didn't have a chance to snap any pics before the slices all disappeared. but it was well worth it when, after dinner, i pulled out my iphone notepad (i love technology) and each vino-fueled and pizza-filled girl recounted the story of how she had met her husband.

i wish that i lived closer to these girlfriends so we could do this more often. although i suspect some of those lovely college "libs" would find their way back to me if that was the case. regardless, i'm excited to tell you the stories of how my best friends met their lifelong best friends in upcoming posts...

the sorority "srat" house where we all lived junior year.

ashley + trevor

this blog is actually quite tardy. about seven months late, in fact. the idea for it came about last august as a result of a conversation between two strangers who happened to be sitting next to each other on a plane to costa rica. but that's a meat cute for a different post.

part of the reason i took so long to start this blog was that i couldn't come up with just the right name for it. as a marketer, i felt that the brand should be just as, if not more important than the content. first, i wanted to call it 'love at first bite'. cute, right? this palm springs caterer thought so too. then i thought maybe 'meet.eat.love.' hey, if the device got elizabeth gilbert a bestseller and a movie, then maybe me too? but like a good-on-paper-relationship, it just didn't feel right.

then this february, i was in palm springs with my college friend ashley. i was out there for work, and ashley and her husband trevor were out for the long holiday for some shopping (her) and golf (him). as ashley, her sister jamie and i were driving from strip mall to strip mall, i started telling them about this blog and mentioned my branding issues. ashley suddenly turned to me and said, 'why don't you call it 'meat cute'?'. to which both her sister and i replied, 'call it a what?!'. then ashley went on to explain how, in films, the moment when a couple meets in the story is their meet cute. eureka.

my meat cute with ashley goes back 13 years. she was my student host (meaning she let me, a total stranger and over-eager high-schooler, sleep on her floor for two days) when i visited washington & lee, where we both went to school. i still remember meeting her and watching her lay in her top bunk eating string cheese before she took her 6pm pre-study nap. i should mention that the factoid commonly passed around our small campus about ashley was that she was miss teen delaware in high school. she is simply stunning. and brilliant. and vivacious to boot. and did i mention that both she and her husband trevor used to work for the department of homeland security? so that's their meat cute...ashley and trevor met at work, like plenty of other couples have. but what i love about their meat cute is how ashley tells it (or how she told it to me that day in palm springs).

before i go any further, i have to say that trevor is one of the nicest guys i have ever met. when we met at the wedding of a mutual friend of ashley and me, trevor was very patient in letting me show off my 'vast' sports knowledge. i still give him credit for not even cracking a smile when i told him i learned about football by reading and watching The Blind Side. according to ashley, she was the girl who played it totally wrong before they actually got together. when trevor would ask ashley what she was up to and make loose plans to meet up for drinks friday after work, ashley would break any existing plans she had, go home and prettify/get excited/imagine-her-wedding-to-this guy and then...would never hear from him that night. then on monday, when ashley saw trevor at work, instead of cold-shouldering or yelling at trevor, she would smile and pleasantly ask how his weekend was. (did i mention she's a former beauty queen?) this went on for six. months. at this point in ashley's story, i asked (yelled at) her, 'how did you keep from going crazy? and why did you put up with it?'. to which ashley responded, 'i just knew he was different and that he needed some time to realize he was in love with me.'

ashley and trevor were married in september 2010 and now live in manhattan beach, cali.

when they (finally) got together, they used to frequent an italian restaurant in DC called Sorriso Ristorante where trevor typically gets the pasta carbonara. for their meat cute, i used Food Network recipe adopted from North End Caffe in manhattan beach (cause that's where they live!). but instead of linguini, i subbed rotini in honor of ashley's corkscrew curls (did i mention she's stunning?). i also added peas for a bit of color and because spring is finally kinda here in new york. as a starter, i dressed mesclun greens and mini heirloom tomatoes with truffle oil, white balsamic vinegar and sea salt. as a finisher, i drizzled some clover blossom honey over ricotta and added some chopped dates.

ashley, thanks for the namesake...can't wait to make this for you and trevor next time i'm in LA!

phillip + eunice (my parents)

i've always considered myself a relative pragmatist. that is, a pragmatist with a core of total lovey-dovey mush. i've also always thought of my parents as fairly snoozey people. i mean, these are my parents! they get up, they go to work together, they spend their sundays at church (yawn!). then i found out something that made me look at my parents in a whole new light. and also explained why i'm such a sucker for a good love story.

both of my parents are korean immigrants. my dad arrived in the US first, over 35 years ago. he ended up in north carolina, where i was born and raised, because my aunt was a war bride and her husband was originally from the south. my dad had been living in the State for a few years, making his living as a bachelor in various odd jobs. in his free time, my dad was a literary nerd and would spend his time sending letters to writers whose poems and stories he had read and liked. luckily for both my brother and me, my mom was a literary nerd who liked to write...and one of her poems was one that my dad liked. so, poem begat letter, begat another letter, then another...then a pen pal friendship.

after a few months, my dad was due to go back to korea to make his bachelor debut. no joke. i mean, in 1970s korea, an american bachelor was a hot property! his trip back was scheduled for december and korean winters make new york winters look amateur. according to my dad's version of the story, the day that he was due to land in korea, there was a whole host of young ladies waiting to meet him - friends' daughters, neighbors' daughters, firemen's daughters - what have you. but because of the snow, the only one with enough gumption to come out and meet him was...eunice, my mom!

philip and eunice were married on december 31st, 1975. they recently celebrated their 35th wedding anniversary.

i actually don't know what my parents' first meal together was and i could guess what their favorite meal is (some deriviate of rice and kimchi, the korean version of meat and potatoes). but for their meal, i wanted to make kimchi pah-jun or bindaedok. pah-jun/bindaedok is like a korean scallion pancake and is usually made with seafood but my mom's version is simple - just kimchi. i remember standing on our porch as a little girl, watching it rain while my mom made kimchi pah-jun on the electric griddle plugged in outside.

i don't think rain inside my studio would be quite as charming, so i made some adjustments and used a regular pan on the stove to make mine. i used a cheat available to those of you who live in urban centers with large asian populations (and corresponding, asian markets) - premade asian pancake mix. i also used another cheat available to those of you who know better than to try and make your own kimchi - premade kimchi! luckily, kimchi is now readily available at many grocery markets.

*i like to use kimchi that's a little too ripe...the kind that usually goes into stews. i also added some scallions for extra flavor. judging by the results, you don't lose any flavor with these cheats. but for you purists, here's a recipe from epicurious you can try: