My first ever attempt at making jook (a.k.a: congee...a.k.a: Chinese porridge). I made this huge batch Wednesday from the bones and leftovers of the Thanksgiving turkey. I didn't mean to make so much, it just happened.
After this was made, I swear I had like, 5 bowls. I have great memories of my daddy making this after every Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, every single year growing up. So having a bowl of this, which tastes exactly like my daddy's (minus the shiitake mushrooms, which I didn't have on hand), brings me back and makes me think of my childhood. Brett had a little bit, but only after I warned him that the average non-Asian person would find this tasteless and boring. It is, after all, just rice with a ton of water and some meat thrown in (really, it is!). He thinks tasteless is an understatement. I then told him it was the Asian equivalent to chicken noodle soup.
Anyways, he didn't like it, so it's all mine! I'll be eating this for a week...anyone else have weird food/childhood related things like this?