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Ginger Chicken and Quinoa Stew — When Two Stews Speak the Same Language

Election week again. Two years after the first post-election kimchi jjigae, the political landscape has shifted but the cooking response remains the same: when the world is uncertain, cook. When the news is overwhelming, cook. When the particular anxiety of being a visible minority in America spikes, cook something Korean, something bold, something that refuses to be small. This week I made tteokbokki — extra gochujang, extra gochugaru, extra heat — and ate it standing at the counter with the news on mute and the spice burning my tongue and the cooking being, as it has been for three years, the most reliable form of self-care I know.

The adoptee meetup's second cooking session happened this week. I taught doenjang jjigae — the soybean paste stew, the other pillar of Korean home cooking. Sixteen people this time (two absent, one new). The teaching is getting easier: I've developed a rhythm, a sequence, a way of explaining Korean cooking techniques that resonates with people who are learning their own cuisine for the first time. Start with the stock. Build from the base. Trust the fermentation. Don't rush the simmer. The instructions for doenjang jjigae are also the instructions for identity: start from the foundation, build deliberately, trust the process, take your time.

Hyunwoo brought kimchi he made at last month's session. It had fermented for four weeks and was perfectly sour — the acid tang of well-aged kimchi, the kind that makes excellent jjigae. He offered it to the group shyly, and the group tasted it, and the tasting was reverent — we were eating kimchi made by a Korean adoptee from a recipe taught by another Korean adoptee in a community center in Seattle, and the kimchi was good, actually good, and the goodness was earned through four weeks of fermentation and thirty-one years of waiting and a Saturday afternoon class where a man whose birth mother made kimchi professionally learned to make it himself. The circle closes. The circle is always closing and always opening. That's what circles do.

At work: end-of-year planning. The platform is stable, the model is producing results, the team is strong. Derek says I should present the food preference model at an internal conference in January. I said yes. The presentation will be about customer behavior and machine learning but it will also, secretly, be about me — about the way one food leads to another, one culture to another, one identity to the next. The personal story hidden inside the professional presentation. The Korean inside the engineer. Always both.

Saturday: Bellevue. Karen made her beef stew. I brought the doenjang jjigae from the cooking session (I made extra). Two stews, two traditions. Karen looked at them side by side and said, "You know, these are really similar. Beef, vegetables, broth, warmth." She's right. The gap between Karen's beef stew and my doenjang jjigae is smaller than it looks. Both are love in a pot. Both are winter. Both are mothers feeding families. The ingredients differ. The intention is the same.

After standing at the counter eating tteokbokki with the news on mute and then watching Karen and me place two stews side by side in Bellevue — hers a beef stew, mine a doenjang jjigae — I kept thinking about what she said: both are love in a pot. This ginger chicken and quinoa stew lives exactly in that overlap, the place where a warming broth with bold, grounding ginger could just as easily be sitting next to a bowl of rice in Seoul as on a table in Seattle. It’s not tteokbokki and it’s not doenjang jjigae, but it carries the same instruction I gave at the cooking session: start with the stock, build from the base, trust the process, don’t rush the simmer.

Ginger Chicken and Quinoa Stew

Prep Time: 15 min | Cook Time: 35 min | Total Time: 50 min | Servings: 6

Ingredients

  • 1 1/2 lbs boneless, skinless chicken thighs, cut into 1-inch pieces
  • 1 cup uncooked quinoa, rinsed
  • 6 cups low-sodium chicken broth
  • 1 tablespoon sesame oil
  • 1 tablespoon olive oil
  • 1 medium yellow onion, diced
  • 4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 2 tablespoons fresh ginger, peeled and grated
  • 2 medium carrots, sliced into rounds
  • 2 stalks celery, sliced
  • 1 cup frozen peas
  • 2 tablespoons low-sodium soy sauce
  • 1 teaspoon rice vinegar
  • 1/2 teaspoon crushed red pepper flakes (or more to taste)
  • Salt and black pepper to taste
  • 3 green onions, thinly sliced, for garnish

Instructions

  1. Build the base. Heat olive oil in a large heavy-bottomed pot over medium heat. Add onion and celery and cook, stirring occasionally, until softened, about 5 minutes. Add garlic and grated ginger and cook 1 minute more until fragrant.
  2. Brown the chicken. Push the aromatics to the side and add chicken pieces. Season with salt and pepper. Cook undisturbed for 2–3 minutes until lightly golden, then stir to combine with the aromatics.
  3. Add carrots and quinoa. Stir in the sliced carrots and rinsed quinoa, coating everything in the oil and aromatics for about 1 minute.
  4. Add the broth and simmer. Pour in the chicken broth. Add soy sauce, rice vinegar, and red pepper flakes. Bring to a boil, then reduce heat to medium-low, cover, and simmer for 20 minutes until the quinoa is tender and has released its spiral germ, and the chicken is cooked through.
  5. Finish and adjust. Stir in frozen peas and sesame oil. Simmer uncovered for 3–4 minutes. Taste and adjust seasoning — more soy sauce for depth, more pepper flakes for heat, more rice vinegar for brightness.
  6. Serve. Ladle into deep bowls and garnish generously with sliced green onions. Serve with rice or crusty bread.

Nutrition (per serving)

Calories: 310 | Protein: 29g | Fat: 9g | Carbs: 28g | Fiber: 4g | Sodium: 520mg

Stephanie Park
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Stephanie Park
Week 123 of Stephanie’s 30-year story · Seattle, Washington
Stephanie is a software engineer in Seattle, a new mom, and a Korean-American adoptee who spent twenty-five years not knowing where she came from. She was adopted as an infant by a white family in Bellevue who loved her completely and never cooked Korean food. At twenty-eight, she found her birth mother in Busan — and then she found herself in a kitchen, crying over her first homemade kimchi jjigae, because some things your body remembers even when your mind doesn't.

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