We spent Mother’s Day with my family this year. It’s been a while since I’ve spent Mother’s Day with my mom – B’s family usually takes over these days. Eh, that’s another topic.
This year, we decided to spend it in Chinatown having dim sum. Dim sum takes me back to when we were children and would trip down to Chinatown for a family meal at Three Happiness (back then, it was THE restaurant in Chinatown). We would go upstairs and sit at a round table. Mom and Dad would usually order. Unfortunately, I don’t remember what I ate, I just remembered the steps going upstairs, the round table, and the tons of waiters, all wondering why we couldn’t speak Cantonese or Mandarin.
Three Happiness is looking a little tired these days. We had reservations at Phoenix instead. The dim sum there, while good, can’t compare to the dim sums in northern California. My friend Alina took me to a place in Milpitas – King Crab – and it was AWESOME. My mom and I truly believe that Chinese cuisine, when mixed with some Vietnamese spices and herbs is an amazing mix – we found this out when we were in Paris, looking for something NOT French.
So we had the usual dumplings, rice, noodles, hot tea. Nixed the chicken feet. But after lunch, we went to our favorite Chinese bakery: St. Anna’s. I’m always so happy there – seeing all those treats in the glass counter: sio bao, sesame balls with the ubi in the center, red bean cakes or ‘hopia’ as I know it. They also have almond cakes and others too various to mention. We took home half a dozen of the pork buns (the only time I eat pork), a couple of the sesame balls, and a couple of the red bean cakes. I felt like I was 12 years old again.
Tasting the ubi made me miss some of the things I can only get in the Philippines: Ubi ice cream; kalamaihati (I think that’s what it’s called); ebus; puto – the real ones in the banana leaves; the fruits like chico and mangoes, my mom’s tsokolate (she made me some when I went back to Chicago to visit a couple of weeks ago, but it’s not as though we were sitting in the lanai at their house in the Philippines, sipping it and eating puto and chico for breakfast).
I think maybe this winter, I will just need to go back home…


