My mom gave me some homemade Chinese turnip cake (Law Bok Gao) that her friend made. I fried it up yesterday and it was awful. I'm not a huge fan of the stuff at the best of times, but I have huge nostalgia for it because my grandparents used to make turnip cake together every New Years when I was little, and it was the one of two times per year that I saw my grandma involved in the kitchen.
Grandpa and grandma's turnip cake was kind of chunky and very um, rustic, but we looked forward to it every year. This friend law bok gao is pretty much the most bland thing I've ever eaten in my life. I've been looking through turnip cake recipes online and they all call for lots of mushroom, shrimp and a cup of the intensely delicious chinese sausage (lap cheung). Friend turnip cake might contain a scant spoonful of these items. Imagine completely plain oatmeal with a faint earthy aroma fried into a cake. But half as flavorful. I'm honestly astonished that such a bland foodstuff was created. White rice and Wonder bread are like flavor explosions compared to this stuff. I might have to add my own meat and veggies and fry it into a hash.
Here's my mom absolutely killing it by text when I told her about it: