Prime Rib — First Time

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2017 by lelandwong


For this year’s thanksgiving we did something different from the regular roasting of a turkey. We decided to roast a prime rib. Besides, the OL and the Mil did not get a free turkey. We’re kind of sick of eating turkey too.


Holy shit! $93.31 for a 9.34 lb. beef ribeye roast?! That’s the first time I ever bought a chunk of meat for that much.

I seasoned the roast with olive oil, salt, black pepper, garlic powder, vegetable seasoning. I poked a bunch of holes on the roast with a fork. I let it sit around for like six hours in the refrigerator till I began the roast.

This is the first time I ever attempted to make a prime rib roast. I referred to this website for instructions.


I seared the seasoned roast for over thirty minutes at 450 degrees on both sides. Then I turned down to heat to 350 degrees. Using a temperature probe I roasted it till the middle got to be 120 degrees.


Wow, it came out perfectly. Medium rare. Just as good as the House of Prime Rib.


I carved out ten slices, so that came out to about $10 a slice.

I’m surprised how easy it was to make.

Weird Dream

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2017 by lelandwong

It’s storming outside so I took a nap in the afternoon.

I had to pee and some how I walked into an elementary school class while in session to use the restroom.  I jiggled the the restroom doors but they were all locked.  The teachers got all uptight at me.  They wanted to get me arrested for tresspassing on school grounds.

This kid wound up getting handcuffed and was crying at the top of his lungs like a block away from the school.  I helped him slip his hands out of the handcuffs.  I stuck the handcuffs in my pocket.  Getting away from the scene in a swimming motion floating through the night streets in what appeared to be Russian Hill by Union and Jones street .  

A  loupohna with her child from the school walking I wanted to avoid.  They were all out to get me arrested.  I can hear the sound of the handcuff chains in my pocket.  Walking by a cop whom was focused on something else.  If these cuffs are still in my pocket, then this is not a dream…. I thought … they are still after me!   *zzzzzzzz….pop!*

It was still storming outside.  4pm.  I got up to pee.

Lamb Dumplings 

Posted in Uncategorized on November 27, 2016 by lelandwong

I wanted to try making dumplings using lamb meat for a long time.  I had it before last year in flushing New York in the golden arcade.  It was made with cumin and it was good!I got a five pound boneless leg of lamb at Costco.

Chopped up the lamb.


1-1/2 tablespoon of salt

2 teaspoons of white pepper

1-1/2 tablespoons of granulated garlic, 

1 tablespoon of sesame seed oil

2 tablespoons of corn starch

4 tablespoon of Shaoxing wine

2 tablespoon of soy sauce

2 tablespoons of cumin 

1 tablespoon of minced ginger

2 teaspoons black pepper 

1 teaspoon sugar

2 cups chopped cilantro 

4 cups napa cabbage (water squeezed out with salt)

4 cups chopped celery 

Wrapped dumplings using Kim Hoang skins.  (I prefer making my own skins)

Fried and steamed dumplings in pan.

Nice and crispy!

Mmm-mmm… not bad for first try.  Maybe use more black pepper.

Dipping sauce made with black vinegar, soy sauce, sesame seed oil and chili paste.

My Angel Island Poster Print

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , on November 5, 2016 by lelandwong


My print at the Chinese Historical Society of America’s exhibit, Exclusion/Inclusion.  Sheeit….

Photo by Amy Chin

A Ride to Locke, CA

Posted in Uncategorized on October 4, 2016 by lelandwong


Had a great ride going up to Locke with the RUG riders.

RUG is like a loose group of three groups.  The ROMEO’s (Retired Old Men Eating Out), Usual Suspects (a group of Ping Yuen boys) and Gorillas (just a group which TL named when he called us a bunch of gorillas).  What holds us together is that we’re mostly Chinese Americans and grew up in SF Chinatown.  Mostly about my age…in our fifties, sixties and even seventies.

They have been riding a lot together.  But I have not been riding with them.  Mainly because I did not have much confidence in going on the freeway and going at high speeds of 65 mph.

I’ve been riding my hog for about three years now and finally begin to have more confidence in going on the freeway.

The ride to Locke took about one and a half hours.  It was pretty smooth sailing.  Locke is a small little town, about two blocks long found by Chinese in the late 1800’s.  The last time I was in Locke was over thirty five years ago.  Apparently RUG ride up there two times a year.  It was the semi annual Rat Run, in honor of Rat.  I am not sure if I ever met Rat but it’s a memorial ride for him.  There’s a memorial wall in Locke where there’s a tile for Rat and Harding.


After offering some incense, it was time for lunch.  Over half the group wound up at Wimpy’s, five miles away.   Because I was taking my time checking out the town, I wound up staying in Locke and had lunch at Al The Wop…doesn’t seem to be much Chinese left in Locke anymore


The ride coming back was good till we hit heavy traffic.  I think there were only six of us in our little grouping.  It was very tiring in that stop and go traffic.  We eventually lost each other when I got to the San Mateo Bridge.  Marv and I rode back together up to SFO.

My shoulders were sore.  My hands were tired.  I should have taken a break before the San Mateo bridge.  My legs and stomach muscles were cramping up by the time I got into the city.

A Photo of Chinatown by Fred Lyon

Posted in Uncategorized on August 1, 2016 by lelandwong


I was guessing where was this photo was shot at.  It looks like the late 1940’s.  My guess was either Powell by Broadway or Jackson by Powell Street.  So I thought I took a walk late at night and find this location.


And there it was.  928 Jackson Street.  The pillars have been removed.  Next door looks exactly the same.  The iron bars on the window are the same.

Here’s the Google coordinates:,+San+Francisco,+CA+94133/@37.795553,-122.4105115,3a,75y,344h,90t/data=!3m7!1e1!3m5!1saPoo9LVTatwtUh6BqYYK9g!2e0!!7i13312!8i6656!4m5!3m4!1s0x808580f2fab156ff:0xf3ebaa95fb172ade!8m2!3d37.795688!4d-122.410559!6m1!1e1?hl=en

Grant Avenue circa 1915

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on July 11, 2016 by lelandwong


A picture of Grant Avenue probably around 1915.

This was after the earthquake of 1906.  Cars for consumers were probably not introduced till the 1920’s and it probably took till the 1930’s that they replaced the horse and buggy.

The photographer of this photo was standing at the intersection of Commercial Place and Grant Avenue which is the 700th block of Grant Avenue.  This is looking south toward the 600th block of Grant Avenue where I was born and raised till I was eighteen years old.  Our store, Fueng Wah Company was located at 625 Grant Avenue.  That would be about between the first and second telephone poles further up the block.  In the foreground on the right where the Chop Suey sign is at is probably the Hang Far Low restaurant which later became the Four Seas Restaurant and most recently Mister Jiu’s restaurant.

My father did not have the store till sometimes in the 1940’s.  In 1915 he was still in China.  He didn’t come to the mountain of gold till 1916 at the age of twelve.