Language is a such a wonderful, ever-evolving thing.

If I were a bit smarter and academic, I would have loved to study linguistics in college. It’s fascinating to see how language reflects the culture and events of a time, place and people. It’s always shifting and advancing to both more complex and simpler structures, with more and more new words being added to the contemporary dictionary.

Take Korean, for example. Every time my parents return to Korea, they get increasingly perplexed by the slews of new words being uttered by the younger generation.

I still remember when the word “wang tta” (왕따) first entered daily vocabulary and my parents telling me about it. “Wang tta” or 왕따 is a term for ostracism that had been running rampant in Korean public schools. The term is used to refer to horrifying mistreatment/ignorance of an individual, but is now a vernacular term that apparently has been extended to people outside of the teen community.

Shakespeare was the ultimate genius in producing new words that are now so readily used that it still surprises me that these words never existed until he inserted them into his plays, all practically out of his ass a whim. You know those balls in your eyes? Shakespeare was the one who named them “eyeballs.”

“Skim milk”? “Puking”? “Red-blooded”? Also Shakespeare. This man would have driven lots of editors mad if he were a reporter!

More recently, the word “Tebowing” has been used widely by the general population and mainstream media as both a form of mockery and reverence.

There are also a lot of self-made words floating around the blog world, words that the majority of people who aren’t part of this niche wouldn’t get. You probably have heard of some of them, like OIAJ, SIAB, Green Monster, xxx-balls (cue in: tee hee hee), Hugh Jass salad, and so on (thanks to my Facebook friends for helping me fill these in!).

Come to think of it, the word “blog” didn’t even appear until 1999. Or Facebook. That feels weird, because what are we going to do with ourselves without them now?

Anyway. There’s a new word that has entered my regular vocab list, and it’s “baco.”

_DSC8566What is baco? If you’re an up-to-date foodie in Los Angeles, you would have heard of Baco Mercat, a restaurant that opened in downtown Los Angeles last October by chef Josef Centeno, who is also an executive chef at Little Tokyo’s Lazy Ox Canteen.
Josef Centeno(Picture credit to Eatocracy/CNN)

I’ve met and talked to Josef in person. I was trying to interview him for my broadcast reporting final package on downtown’s new streetcar project. While most of my interviewers were chatty and open, Josef made a particular impression on me for his straightforward terseness. His quiet, tacit answers didn’t come off rude at all, just charmingly shy, and so characteristically…him. I liked him right away.

Josef was a student pursuing anthropology and philosophy degrees in University at Texas at Austin when he realized that he felt the most inspired and happy in the kitchen. Thank you, Lord, for giving him that revelation. A double thank you, Lord, for somehow providing him the wisdom to move out west to Los Angeles to expand his dream after stints in NYC, San Francisco and Los Gatos.

Josef is a godsend to the L.A. culinary scene. He has been consistently bringing fresh and innovative cuisine to Lazy Ox Canteen and now he has his own baby, Baco Mercat, where he can freely mix his own eclectic cultural influences to his classical French culinary experiences.
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Baco, the signature dish at Baco Mercat, is a word drawn out from a play on “global tacos,” which turned to “globacos,” and then simply— “bacos.” It’s a hybrid flatbread that is not a sandwich, not a taco, not a pizza but…a baco.
_DSC8572 Baco. Doesn’t that word just flow over your tongue and traverse beautifully through your teeth?

I’ve been following the opening of Baco and the raves that followed after, primarily through the excited emails from my friend Daina.
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Daina is a regular customer at Lazy Ox Canteen, and she’s become friends with Josef. I don’t know how she does it but she’s the kind of irresistible personality that somehow eases her way into the backstage and makes friends with even the most reserved individuals.
_DSC8569 Well, we decided to have lunch together at Baco Mercat on a weekday. Baco Mercat is located at the historic Old Bank district, and from what I could see, there were a lot of downtown lawyers, financial bankers and Los Angeles Times reporters in scene.
_DSC8570I also invited my adorable friend Eva, since she and Daina have become Facebook friends through our shared meal of Korean goat stew.

We met up late afternoon outside of Baco, and though lunch hour was way over, the place was still teeming with downtown-ers chowing down on Josef’s incredible food.
_DSC8573 Baco also has a modest bar with six beers on tap, a decent wine list and interesting spirits and even their own line of sodas with curious flavors like black mint, chicha morada and their housemade orange ginger juniper soda. Super cool stuff.
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Okay, it’s tough to order at Baco Mercat because everything sounds so good.
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There’s the original baco, which is a sandwich/wrap-type thing based off a bread recipe Josef invented as a riff off flatbread. Apparently he created it out of a whim as a snack for late-night cooks in his kitchen, and honed it until it was the perfect balance of chewiness and softness. Each baco in Josef’s menu is named by its dominant protein.

Obviously we had to order bacos with meat. We ordered two kinds of baco.

Here’s the “El Pesco”:
_DSC8587 The menu is as tacit as Josef. It just simply states: “Crispy shrimp, sriracha, chive” but what it really is a butterflied shrimp coated lightly with breading and deep-fried to a juicy crunch, stuffed with a refreshing, creamy coleslaw with a dab of spicy sriracha into his baco bread. It was wonderful!!

The second baco we shared was “El Pollo”:
_DSC8590 Again, all the menu lists is “chicken escabeche, spiced lebni” but it was a fantabulous package of organic grilled chicken pieces, squished into a lightly toasted carby envelope with luscious, tangy lebni (a Kefir cheese) and piquant greens. OMG-amazing.

Other than the baco, Josef also uses the same bread vessel to make an open-faced flatbread called “coca,” what he calls a Spanish version of pizza. He rolls out the baco dough extra-thin so it flash-bakes in the oven into a crispy, skinny edible plate for handfuls of toppings.

We went basic with the “el cordero” coca:
_DSC8577House-made merguez (sausage), harissa (a spicy salsa) and fresh chevre goat cheese.
_DSC8584It’s a whole pie that one person can devour because of how thin the base is. It’s almost like a cracker! It was light and really delicious especially because the chef wasn’t at all shy with the spice.

To cleanse our palate we also had one of Baco Mercat’s daily offerings, the pickled vegetable salad with olive oil:
_DSC8575 It was fresh green tomatoes, grapes and persimmon, lightly pickled to draw out its puckery sweetness. One trait about Josef is that he’s really into simple flavors and ingredients. It’s the quality of the ingredients, coupled with immaculate creativity and brilliant cooking technique that dominates his dishes.

I had a very proud moment with my friends.
bacoLook at them, both totting their cameras along with them to take pictures of food! Daina has a food blog now too, and she’s currently interning at the food blog section on LA Weekly.
baco1 I definitely want to be back. If I was still interning at the LA Times, I would be another one of Josef’s regular customers. I would also be broke which is why maybe I’m thinking it’s a blessing in disguise I can’t visit as often as I would like to.

Either way, I think the word “baco” will be spoken more frequently and widespread soon. I hope you get to actually taste it one day though. Finger crossed?

Question of the Day: What is your favorite (or least favorite) “made up” word?

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Is there a word as disgusting, taboo and feared as F-A-T?

Not at this age, in this society. I can’t speak for all the women in the world, but the word “fat” isn’t in my daily verbal repertoire. But guess what? That word enters my mind pretty frequently.

It happens mostly when I’m stressed out. Whenever I’m feeling negative emotions like anger or annoyance or insecurity, my mind just somehow equates that with the feeling of FATNESS.

I know I don’t have the right to feel that way. I’m skinny, shaped like an “i” with minimal curves anywhere. That’s why I never, ever voice it out loud. If I did, I’m afraid I might get clawed and slapped. And yes, I feel guilty and stupid for feeling that way. But I can’t help it.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been gaining weight. I haven’t physically weighed myself on a scale in about a year, but the gain is undeniable in the way my clothes feel on me. I know it’s additional weight that I need, and when I’m feeling good and rational, it’s extra pounds that I genuinely welcome.

But because of the mixture of society’s ideals and my own history with an eating disorder, there’s always that immediate flash of irritated displeasure when I feel the pressure of my jean button digging into my abdomen. Or when I sit and feel the rolls folding over my belly in layers. Or when my tank top stretches tight across my stomach, or when the flesh under my arms presses out of my top in bulges. It also sucks because I’m still dealing with disproportionate weight gain–most of the weight is piled to my upper torso while my legs remain bird-skinny.

The good thing is that I don’t act on these feelings. After years of eating disordered hell, one thing I know with absolute certainty is that I never, ever want to go back to those conditions again— no matter how much weight I gain. I’d rather be a free and happy whale than a depressed, secluded skeleton.

But these sudden feelings of fatness enter my head unconsciously at random moments, and when I dwell on them, they just make me miserable because I’m stuck in a frustrating position where I can’t act on them. Which leaves me just stewing in this hot, painful pot of fat-fat-fat-ness.

I used to just berate myself for having these feelings, telling myself I was irrational and crazy. I was ashamed of feeling that way. But recently a few of my friends—women who were in no way “fat”—admitted to me that they struggled with constant feelings of “fatness,” too.

They perform the classic acts of body-checking, flesh-pinching and stomach-sucking. And for some reason, they all told me this with a level of shame, as if they shouldn’t be allowed to be succumb to such feelings.

What a contradiction we’re in. We have been conditioned to feel “fat” by society yet are also programmed to feel shame for it.

I had an especially hard time with this during the few weeks of final exam, when I was under a period of high tension and stress. But I didn’t want to tell anyone about it. I couldn’t tell my parents because I didn’t want them to worry about me relapsing or something crazy like that. I couldn’t tell anyone else because they would likely dismiss it and I didn’t want to offend anybody. So it was wonderful to be able to be free with my own struggles with my friends.

Thankfully, those “fat” feelings dissipated once my finals were over and I focused my attention on enjoying my winter festivities and meditating on the blessings God gave me last year.

It makes sense that my “fat” feeling always comes when I’m weighed down by stress. And it also makes sense to me that when I feel “fat,” I’m not really feeling fat.

It’s such a simple statement, but it breaks down so many murky misunderstandings for me: Fat is just a feeling. It’s just a mental connection my mind makes between negative feelings and the “fat” feeling. It’s my way of dealing with a mental stress by turning it into a physical feeling, something I can touch and see in a corporeal sense.

I don’t think I can completely prevent the infiltration of such thoughts, at least not within this decade. I’m a woman and I care about my looks and right now the ideal “beauty” is, sadly, still to be as slim as possible.

But I can train myself to not stew in those feelings. I’m really thankful to my friends who opened up to me because I could be honest with them as well. And guess what? No one dissed me for feeling the way I did. And by speaking out together, both my friends and I enjoyed a sense of relief, which really helped me in getting over it.

What also helped me was to let go after talking it out with my friends. It helps to speak out once or twice but not if you’re reiterating it every day. I have to protect my mind and heart from getting overwhelmed by negative emotions like stress.

That “fat” feeling may be strong, but the simple wonders and joy in my daily activity is much stronger. After all, I have a lot more important things going on in my life than to waste time sulking over a meaningless, imaginary thing ordained by a superficial society.

I mean, what should I choose between a fulfilling social life and an isolated life of fat obsession? It’s really a no-brainer, is it?

Unfortunately I’m apparently not very smart, because that realization didn’t fully hit me until one night when a couple friends and I went out for a Sangria night at a Spanish tapas bar in the Original Farmers Market.

_DSC7881It was in the middle of final exam week—the prime of stress levels, and the hotbed of “fat” feelings. Truthfully, when I met up with my friends Tracy and Marilyn, I wasn’t feeling all that hot. I was super stressed and thus, I felt freaking FUG-ly (as if that’s the most natural transition).

But these two gals…
_DSC7907They turned my night around. Not only did they give me a mini revelation, they also naturally added burgers and milkshakes to a night meant for Sangria and tapas. See, this is why girlfriends rock.

I had bought a Living Social coupon for Little Spain, a family-owned traditional Spanish restaurant and gourmet market.
_DSC7871Little Spain is tucked at the corner of the farmers market, right next to the Grove. I never really noticed this spot until I bought the Living Social coupon. It’s like a little hidden gem.
_DSC7869I’m surprised I passed by so many times without noticing though. It’s a brightly colored spot. The front area is set up like a bar:
_DSC7868 They have a fine selection of Spanish wines, from which I assume they fixed our Sangria.
_DSC7870 Walk round the side of the bar, and you enter a mini gourmet market selling all kinds of eclectic Spanish pantry items.:
little spainWalk through this market, and you find a portal that leads you to a lovely outdoor patio glowing by the flickering flames of candlelight.
_DSC7876Mental note: this is a cozy place for a romantic, gooey-eyed date. But for that night, it was strictly girls’ night out.

Our coupon was for two glasses of Sangria, which we shared among the three of us. Look how romantic this looks!
_DSC7880_DSC7884 But not at all wasted on the three of us girls.

Our coupon also included a full platter of various tapas:
_DSC7889The server was kind enough to describe each tapas to us. I’ll give a quick run-through of the highlights.

Here’s the patatas bravas:
_DSC7891Fried potato chunks served with homemade spicy tomato sauce and creamy aioli. Nice and crisp with a creamy interior.

One of my favorites, the Croquetas Espanolas Spanish croquetes:
_DSC7890Béchamel fritters (!!) with homemade sauces like aioli, barbeque and romesco. Anything filled with béchamel than fried is an A+ in my book.

Behind it is the Spanish jamon:
_DSC7902Salty and packed full of pork flavor. I ate it on top of a buttered crostini.

Another simple but wonderful dish, the Champinones salteados:
_DSC7892Sautee of fresh mushrooms with garlic and parsley. I love mushrooms in any shape or form.

The Choricitos al Vino:
_DSC7893 Small links of Spanish chorizos sautéed with wine and Spanish paprika sauce. Love the char.

Crazy awesome Bombas:
_DSC7903 Fried potato balls stuffed with spicy beef crumbles. This one wowed me. Really loved the spicy meat inside, and the outer carby shell was a wonderful double-layer of textures.

Yet another awesome fried carb, the empanadilla:
_DSC7899Deep-fried pastry stuffed with grilled chicken and vegetables. The crust was a gorgeous golden crisp—flaky puffs that dissolved into a savory filling. Why are fried stuff so delicious?

And the star of the tapas night was the tortilla espanola:
_DSC7901 Spanish omelet fattened with thin-sliced potato and juiced up with sautéed onions and olive oil. I love that coat of sear on top of the omelet. The sight just makes my mouth water.

This was clearly not enough for three people. Without much debate, the three of us unanimously settled on an after-course at Short Order, a fairly new burger joint opened by food celebrity Nancy Silverton and the late Amy Pressman.
_DSC7905Short Order is classic American fare done the new American way: with organic, sustainable ingredients and homemade, artisanal products. It created quite a buzz when it first opened, and when my friends and I lumbered over to the restaurant after our tapas meal, it was packed despite being late at night.
_DSC7906 It’s stuffed into this farmhouse-like building, and there’s a second story where you can dine indoors. But if you’re dining on the first storey, then you’ll be eating under an umbrella.

Marilyn and I shared a Lamb Burger:
_DSC7915Medium-rare Sonoma ground lamb, feta cheese, lamb’s lettuce and salsa verde packed into a buttery bun. Marilyn is crazy and doesn’t like cheese, so I asked for it on the side. Oh well, more for me!
_DSC7919 The burger was stuffed into a paper package a la In-N-Out style for easy gripping and less mess, but it was still a messy, juicy affair nonetheless!
_DSC7924 The lamb patty was perfectly cooked: juice retained, just the right amount of pinkness to let the meatiness shine through without tasting too bloody.

Tracy, always the more responsible one among us, got the bean salad for some much needed greens to our meal(s):
_DSC7923 Haricot verts, red onion and chickpeas dressed in a herby vinaigrette.

I had a couple bites but couldn’t get into it. But I did enjoy our special walnut shortbread cookie milkshake.
_DSC7912Did you get that? WALNUT SHORTBREAD COOKIE MILKSHAKE. When you sip the cool, creamy slush, you feel the crumbly texture of real crushed walnut shortbread as well. It’s freaking fantastic. Just look at the look of ethereal joy on my friends’ faces.

We had a fantastic time together, and that day being close to the end of 2011, I started thanking God on that very spot for bestowing me such wonderful and close friends. (That’s what this post was about).

In the year 2011, I became more and more social. I met many new friends whom with I bonded. I was out several nights a week, sometimes returning home hours past midnight. Okay, obviously as a college student it’s not the academically best thing for me, but it’s exactly the kind of college experience I had been craving since I was in high school. I mean, how can you truly say you’ve experienced college if you haven’t had several late night outs with a group of awesome friends?

2011 was the breakthrough year for me in terms of social life, after years of being extremely private due to my eating disorder. There was nothing holding me back if I suddenly got a text from a friend asking me out for dinner in an hour. I didn’t actively organize and make plans, but my schedule just filled up with activities.

Sure, all these series of meals out and drinking came with weight gain. But it also came with a bunch of super cool, loving friends, fabulous connections and unforgettable experiences that actually mean something lasting.

So the light bulb finally lit up in my slow head that night: You know what? The “fat” feelings can and will shut up, because the festivities of blessings I’ve earned from eating well with my buddies make a heck louder party noises.
_DSC7888 So. Bring it on. In time, that “fat” feeling will be nothing but a pitiful squeak of a dying bug.

Question of the Day: What’s your way of drowning that idiotic “fat” feeling?

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