adobo for hafus
Serves: 3–4
Prep time: 10 mins
Cook time: 1 hour (slow simmer)
Say I understand nothing. About being Asian. There's a kitchen out there somewhere where I can eat with prosthetic hands and replace my fingers with chopsticks. On a platter. Of big, glossy banana leaves. Say you brought me here to globalize me and escape the insularity of Japan. Because you know what it's like. Say baba would have lived to see me born, at least. Say here is a place where I'm forced to confront history I had nothing to do with. The construction of nation-states. I'm really more of somebody who stays inside. Where I can surf the web. That's a form of travel, right? Does anybody say that anymore? I think what's interesting about surfing is that it's one of the sports, compared to other sports, that surrenders the human body to a tremendous natural force. Say I could've been born in Hawai'i. There's a lot of surfing there. Maybe I could've had a different life, like my half-brother. Either way, anywhere we are in and along the Pacific, we always feel the earth being reborn. A plate smashes into another. That was expensive. Say you can replace it. That's what you used to do in the 80's. Say it's like the Asian Financial Crisis all over again. You're flying back and forth between here and there. I'm thinking about the afternoon you were teaching me calligraphy. You said, one day, when you're older, you'll understand. Say what you mean or say what you say. But you can never really say anything. My languaging not like yours.