WHAT IS A GOOK?
The term “gook” originates from the Vietnam War, used as an ethnic slur towards the opposition, the Vietnamese. Although the term “gook” is not well known among the gen X or Y, it can be considered a racial slur. However, today the term “gook” is more-so-used as modern slang for a person of Vietnamese decent. Like the term “wog”, which was first seen as a racial slur – TODAY, it is used freely and in a comedic context.
I LIKE TO SEE THE TERM “GOOK” LIKE “WOG”.
WHERE DID THE GOOK COME FROM?
I’d never heard of a gook until recently, when I hopped into the car whilst getting picked up from the airport by a silver haired friend on a trip to Melbourne.
“How are you gook?”
I responded, “What’s a gook?”
Surprised and slightly shocked, “You’ve never been called that?”
“No, never – I’ve been called plenty of other things”.
“That’s you, an Asian – the gook.”
From there it stuck, I love it.
As I get older, I’m embracing my Asian culture more and more, the gook seemed perfect.
WHO DOES THE GOOK EAT OUT WITH?
Lots of peeps. Mainly those who are willing to order a heap of dishes, SHARE – so that I don’t catch that ‘food envy’ bug AND do a round of shots (wet-pu^#*s prefered).
Do be warned. I’m one of those people who assigns-a-nickname-whether-you-like-it-or-not. Word of warning – they tend to stick, not that honey coated chocolate cake you’re eatin’, but that nickname. Love it or loathe it I get away with it – period.
WHO IS ROUND EYE?
The love of my life who wooed me from our favourity country Japan, Tokyo to be exact. He shocked my family when annoucing he was “the only round eye here” at a dinner with the whole extended family. Picture chinese restaurant with those fish tanks filled with lobster, abalone and crab on a main road somewhere in the burbs. Sooo politically incorrect but sooo true. He is a round eye and I am a slanty eye – fair’s fair!
ARE ALL GOOKS SKINNY MINNIES? REPHRASE, ARE ALL ASIANS SKINNY?
Ahhhh – NO.
I’ve had my fair share of fat photos, family fat squeezes and ‘you’re looking very chubby these days’ moments from that Aunty or Uncle you haven’t seen in about a year who ain’t no oil painting either.
My solution: eat that dumpling, slurp that soup, have that last prawn toast or bun bao, that food tastes hell-too-good to leave lonely on that plate.
Then: go for a run, sweat-it-out! Pound that pavement with blaring tunes – THAT will keep you a skinny minny – asian or round eye. And, 2 to 3 times a week would help too.
WHERE DO YOU EAT OUT THE MOST?
Lucky-for-you, I get that question all the time. Head on over to my trusted Gook Book. It’ll get you on my-type-of-food-path.
AND, it’s not the good-food-guide but the gook-food-guide. My. frequented. fav. food. spots. That’s it!
ANY FOOD CRAVINGS YOU CARE TO ADMIT?
Holey-moley. Here goes…
Topping the list is my mum’s pho with a yolky egg that’s been cooked in the stock, that once bursts enrichens the stock. I could eat two bowls – easy. Dumplings, of course. Pork or prawn – I’ll take either and I’m not impartial to lotsa vegie garlic chive ones either. Chinese crispy chicken with tomato rice and a fried egg topped with nuoc jam. If I can’t get that, I’ll settle for a KFC wicked wing snack pack (McWings – you loose!).
I’ve been known to whip up a quick lunch of pasta with an anchovy, cherry tomato and mushroom sauce. Late night Dominos or a kebab from Istanbul – by-the-way did you know they home deliver too til 3am? Falafels from Sababba, thank god they are now in Newtown and I no longer have to wade through peeps at the original Bondi Beach store.
Freshly halved avocado filled with condensed milk – weird BUT ohhh so good. Sweet gelato from Cow & Moon and ANYTHING green tea. Soft serves, ice creams and Starbucks frappes are a MUST.
WHAT WON’T YOU EAT?
Those tiny little suckers-known-as-sultanas. AND any of their close relations; the raisin, the prune or type of dried grape. They make me gag. I could think of nothing worse than that Christmas pudding, packed full of nasties – sorry to those who love it – but it just doesn’t sit right or me. Don’t event try to hide them – that’s my pet hate.
Ricotta cake with raisins – WTF?! Why?
Spotted Dick, HELL-to-the-NO.
GOT A BROWNIE, COOKIE OR PIE FOR THE GOOK TO TASTE TEST?
Oh yeah. Give it to me. I. Will. Taste. Anything. Really. Truly. Yep!
Drop me an email or post it baby…
PO Box 829
Newtown NSW 2042
PLEASE NOTE: PRODUCTS SENT FOR REVIEW ARE NOT GUARANTEED TO APPEAR ON THE GOOK. PRODUCTS ARE FOR PHOTOGRAPHY AND SAMPLE PURPOSES AND ARE NOT BE ABLE TO BE RETURNED.