Erika Obando is a speaker, author, and advocate for at-risk youth. (Courtesy of Erika Obando)
Erika Obando, 47, was 5 years old when she was smuggled from Colombia through the Bahamas to Miami by her parents. The family was subsequently detained. At the time, however, Obando recalls that police officers did their jobs with empathy and compassion.
The first photo of Erika taken in the United States. (Courtesy of Erika Obando)
“They saw where we came from,” Obando said. “These were officers who were arresting families en-route, so I guess being part of that experience moves you in a way. I have no idea what’s going on today but there is definitely a lack of empathy.” Back then, Obando said children were not separated from their families when they were caught illegally entering the U.S.
“We stayed in a facility that catered to families where the women and children stayed on the first level and the men, whether they were fathers of a family or single, lived on the second and third floor,” Obando said in an interview. “Twice a day, we had the ability to meet in the courtyard with my father. We were also allowed to eat all three meals with both my parents present.”
Obando became a resident in 1987 during Ronald Reagan’s amnesty program and eventually a United States citizen in 1997. The family settled in Elizabeth, New Jersey where Obando faced another obstacle.
Erika at age 8. (Courtesy of Erika Obando)
“I was beaten quite often by my mom,” she alleges. “She was a severe hoarder and so the conditions of the home were detrimental. My mom and dad would fight all the time because my dad didn’t want those conditions and my mom had an illness, which turned into severe depression. The living conditions were atrocious and I would receive the brunt of her anger.”
Obando escaped at the age of 14 after confiding in a friend who was becoming a nun about her home situation.
“I didn’t want to tell the authorities because I was afraid of what would happen to my parents,” she said. “My friend told me about a home next door to a convent that catered to women who didn’t have anywhere to stay.”
The nuns who managed Home of Nazareth, which was located less than a mile from Obando’s family home, offered Obando shelter after she explained the situation.
Sister Filomena from the Nun’s House. (Courtesy of Erika Obando)
“My dad ended up signing me over for the nuns to rightfully care for me on a temporary basis and to stay at their house,” she said. “I lived there for two years.”
Obando graduated from high school, married and had a child. Today, she lives in Fort Lauderdale, Florida and works as an author, lecturer, and advocate for at-risk teen girls with organizations such as the Pace Center for Girls Broward, Women of Tomorrow, Johnson & Wales University, Lynn University, and Junior Achievement of South Florida.
“I feel like I have a responsibility,” she said. “I didn’t go through all that to say it at a party or at a bar. I went through that because there is a purpose for me at the end of the day and that is for me to give back and help empower people who feel like they just can’t keep going. I’m here to show and tell them that ‘Yes you can go on.’”
Erika with her partner Dwayne Norman and her son Cristian Chavez. (Courtesy of Erika Obando)
Obando uses the book “Without a Voice: A Woman’s Journey to Resiliency,” which she wrote and self-published in Nov. 2020, to teach during coaching sessions with others.
(Courtesy of Erika Obando)
“I empower the youth,” she added. “I am part of a lot of nonprofits here that particularly cater to young women in at risk situations. They bring me in as a mentor so I can help them through different challenges like depression or anger management and I teach life skills.”
James Von Allmen Hart, lovingly referred to as “JV” by his family and protégés, is the creative force behind several of our nation’s most prominent family films, including “Hook,” “Tuck Everlasting,” “Dracula,” and “August Rush.” Well before he began his career as a Hollywood screenwriter, he grew up on drive-in movies and Saturday matinees in Fort Worth, Texas. His whimsical childhood adventures and deep connection to his family helped to shape him into the great creative that he is today.
In 1952, when JV was 5 years old, his father built a two-story Cape Cod house overlooking several acres of land, called “the field” by him and his brother. “It became our fantasy world, our Neverland,” said JV. “We built forts, tree houses, slayed dragons, buried and unburied treasure. It was literally a field of dreams for the imagination.” It would be the place where, at only eleven years young, he would film his first eight-millimeter movie.
Every Saturday at 10 a.m., JV’s mother would drop him and his brother off at the Gateway Theater, a classic Art Deco style cinema with a large marquee and tall neon sign. “For 25 cents we got a truckload of cartoons, two serial installments like Flash Gordon and Commando Cody, and then a double feature,” said JV. These Saturday mornings would serve as the foundation for his future creative endeavors in the film industry.
There is something so extraordinarily authentic about the characters that JV dreams up. “There is always part of me in everything I write,” he said. Though JV attributes this iconic authenticity to letting his characters, rather than his pen, take the lead, it is obvious that there is a tremendous connection between writer and character. Take, for example, Peter Banning of Hart’s quintessential swashbuckler adventure film, “Hook.” When asked which character in the picture he relates to most, it’s no surprise that it is Peter Banning, the grown-up version of Peter Pan. Banning’s childlike wonder is nearly a mirror image of JV’s own disposition.
(SAM Photography)
“Certainly the grown-up Peter Banning who pursued success at the expense of his family came from my personal fears about losing [my] imagination as an adult and missing [my] children’s milestones.” This idea deeply resonated with Dustin Hoffman, Robin Williams, and Bob Hoskins, who marvelously acted in “Hook,” and Steven Spielberg, the film’s director.
Always on the lookout for a good idea to turn into a story, JV credits his family with providing him with the most inspiration. After all, it was a game of “What If” in 1985 at the dinner table with his son, Jake, then 6 years old, that inspired JV to develop “Hook.”
“This is now part of our family mythology as Jake, now grown up and one of my writing partners, claims he does not recall this evening. It went something like this:
Jake: Hey Dad, did Peter Pan ever grow up?
Dad: Now that’s a really dumb question. (Good Parenting.) Of course he didn’t grow up. He was the boy who couldn’t grow up.
Jake: (Defiant.) Yeah, but what if Peter Pan grew up?”
As soon as he asked the question, something clicked. Jake had unlocked the code of the Peter Pan story that so many talents in Hollywood had been trying to crack.
“We cobbled together the story based on Jake’s innocent and brilliant question. Captain Hook would kidnap grown-up Peter Pan’s kids and force the adult Pan to return to Neverland with all his adult hangups, and having forgotten how to fly (since all adults do), and having to face his old nemesis Captain Hook in order to save his kids.”
The next day, JV wrote a story treatment and called his agent, who then shopped the project around. Every producer and studio passed. The following years were misery for JV as “Hook” was, in his own words, “the best idea [he] had ever stolen from [his] kids.” His family remained ever supportive; they tried lifting JV’s spirits by gifting him with Peter Pan themed presents at holidays and birthdays.
Finally, the year 1989 brought a break. A producer read the script and believed it to be one of huge potential. The script was then taken directly to Robin Williams and Dustin Hoffman, who attached themselves immediately. And the rest is history.
“Hook” went on to generate over $300 million at the box office and is globally known as one of the most exemplary American family films of all time. He explains, “I never would have written ‘Hook’ had I not been a father with Jake and Julia to inspire me.”
JV is constantly preparing new content and brainstorming new ideas in order to bring more joy to the world. Of all the lines he has ever written, one of his favorites is, “Music is proof that God exists in the Universe.” This comes from his Oscar nominated film, “August Rush.” The picture traces the life of a boy (played by Freddie Highmore) who uses his musical talent as a clue to find his birth parents.
When reflecting on the important themes that are artistically woven into his works, JV believes Americans should pay most attention to “Tuck Everlasting.” The story of Winnie Foster, a girl on the cusp of maturity who must ultimately decide to live forever or let her life continue as planned, instills in the audience a sense of the importance of a life well lived on one’s own terms. “Don’t be afraid of death, be afraid of the unlived life,” said JV. “You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”
JV Hart with filmmakers Rachael (R) and Laura Doukas. The Doukas sisters are working on turning their award-winning short into a feature film, “The Ryan Express.” The story is about a boy with autism who loses his right to play on his little league team after a violent outburst, working on building a time machine in his bedroom so he can go back in time and apologize. SAM Photography)
Rachael Doukas and Laura Doukas are sisters and filmmakers currently working their first feature film, “The Ryan Express,” based on their award-winning short, “Rocket Man.”
One of the great dilemmas of every age in history is that each new generation of young people has no real sense of what went before it. Jack Wibby is an 88-year-old, 30-year Navy veteran born in 1932, and he is doing his bit to keep the past alive by teaching ballroom dancing.
He graduated from Bangor High School in Maine in 1951, where he fell in love with dancing. The town had dances at the YMCA every weekend, and Jack attended as many as he could. But then he joined the Navy in 1954 and got shipped to Korea, where he spent the winter of 1955 doing logistics work in the town of Sokcho and shivering in Korea’s infamously cold weather.
Jack is intensely patriotic and loves the Navy, and he would still be in the reserves today if the Navy brass had not insisted that he retire at thirty years. After active duty, he started teaching physics and ended up educating high school students in Yarmouth, Maine, where he retired from teaching after 34 years.
His wife, Janet, passed away in 2009. To fill the gap, a family friend suggested that he go back to dancing. So, at age 76, he started going to the Maplewood Dance Center in Portland and attended three times a week. He learned a great deal about ballroom dancing, both from the instructors and from some of the more advanced students. Physics may have helped, with its principles of motion. When two people dance together, they have to work in harmony and sense the direction of each other’s movements. It helps to know about things like “angular momentum.”
Three years later, at 79, Jack started his own ballroom dance classes, conducting two sets of classes a year. He’s been running his classes ever since. When I remarked how unusual it was that he was teaching ballroom dance at 88, he laughed and said, “Age? I don’t care about age.”
What he does care about is America and the state of its culture. He loves dance, he loves the Navy, but he really loves America. He believes that there’s been a marked shift in America’s cultural values since the 1960s and said, “I’ve seen our culture declining for 50 years now. I’ve seen our culture go from something that was inspirational to something that’s just plain boring and vulgar.
“It was a culture of romance. It was a culture of decency. The movies were decent. Everything in the culture was about loving somebody. There were little sidetracks, here and there. But the morals of society were pretty well understood. There was very little premarital sex. There was no sex-ed. The big joke in high school was that we wanted a class in sex-ed because the labs would be fun.”
We talked about the sexual revolution of the Beat Generation and the 1960s, rock-and-roll, and Woodstock, and then we reflected on the difference between ballroom dancing the way it was done in the 1800s, in Jane Austen’s England, and today’s overtly sexual form of what he declined to call “dancing.”
He described a dance class that he conducted at St. Joseph’s College of Maine in Standish. He first taught the teachers, and the course was well received. But when he tried to teach ballroom dancing to the students, there was very little interest.
Most of his students over the last nine years have been in their 50s or older. Jack is unhappy about the state of America’s youth, as many people are. Yet he’s not specifically on a crusade to reform the culture through ballroom dancing, although he thinks it’s a valuable step in the right direction.
I asked him if he regarded his dance class as a way to bring people back to the “culture of romance.” He agreed that his interest in ballroom dancing was partly a reaction to modern culture. He also sees tremendous value in the music of ballroom dancing.
“You can’t listen to the tangos, the rumbas, you can’t listen to Nat King Cole, you can’t listen to Harry James, you can’t dance to Xavier Cugat, you can’t do that, and think of Woodstock.”
When young people today discover the rhythm of tangos and rumbas and the beauty of a romantic waltz, they may well realize that ballroom dancing is cool, radical, awesome, and just plain fun.
As he heads toward his 90th year, he’s working on finding a new venue for his next set of classes, which were temporarily halted by the pandemic.
My sense is that Jack Wibby will continue dancing into his hundreds. He’s having a considerable amount of fun, and he’s contributing to what may become a new culture of romance.
And everyone loves romance.
Peter Falkenberg Brown is a writer, author, and public speaker. One of his recent books is titled “Waking Up Dead and Confused Is a Terrible Thing: Stories of Love, Life, Death, and Redemption.” He hosts a video and podcast channel called “The FalkenBrown Show” at his website, PeterFalkenbergBrown.com
When Tom Monaghan was 4 years old, his dad passed away. His mother couldn’t handle raising two little boys by herself, so she dropped them off at the orphanage, and set out to try to rebuild her life. Tom and his brother spent their formative years with the Polish nuns at the orphanage. It was there, Tom learned about the faith that would one day become the driving force in his life.
Tom speaks fondly about the nuns at the orphanage, and about developing a work ethic while working on what were then called the “foster farms,” which were working farms staffed by children in the foster care system. There is not a scintilla of self-pity in telling the story of his childhood. He admits that he grieved the loss of his father, and that he missed his mother terribly, but he is grateful for what he learned throughout his childhood.
(Courtesy of Tom Monaghan)
Tom and his brother, Jim, were reunited with their mother after several years, but it didn’t last long before Tom was sent to a detention facility. His aunt took custody of Tom and moved him out of the detention home so that he could finish high school. Not long after graduating, Tom joined the Marines.
The Marines taught Tom a sense of discipline, personal responsibility, and leadership that, combined with his faith and work ethic, established a solid foundation for his future. To this day, Tom does push-ups and sit-ups, just as he did throughout his time in the Marines.
He feels so strongly about the benefit of service in the military that he has always said he wouldn’t give a single penny of his money to his sons unless they first served time in the Marines. With a smile, he quickly adds that he was never tested on that declaration because he and his wife have four daughters—and no sons.
Tom was ambitious. After his honorable discharge from the Marines, he knew that he wanted to be in business. He invested all the money he had saved while in the military with a guy who turned out to be a swindler. Tom was cheated out of every dime.
He loved beautiful architecture and wanted to go to college to be an architect. He started school but didn’t have money for books. So, he wanted to find a job to earn some money so that he could go back to school the following semester. Any job would do.
His brother, Jim, had heard about a guy who wanted to sell his pizza restaurant, so Tom and Jim put $500 down, got a loan for $900, and bought DomiNick’s Pizza. They worked hard to build their clientele by offering “fast free delivery,” but it wasn’t long before the brothers decided to part ways. Jim was a postal worker who was trying to do both jobs. Less than a year after buying the business, Jim gave his ownership to Tom in exchange for the VW Beetle they were using to make deliveries. Tom was left with a bicycle—imagine that in the Michigan winters—and the pizza place, which he renamed Domino’s Pizza, Inc. When he couldn’t pay to rent a room, he slept under the pizza table.
The work ethic Tom had learned at the foster farms, and the discipline he developed while in the Marines, led him to 100-hour weeks of literally working on his feet. Tom had a rule that he would never sit down while on the job. The same rule applied to his employees in the early days.
Tom says that he demanded a lot of himself and of his employees, but no one resented it. They had a camaraderie that led to Tom being the best man in the weddings of those guys who worked alongside him. And theirs weren’t the only weddings in those early days. Tom met his wife, Marjorie, while making a pizza delivery.
Tom instinctively knew that delivering pizzas in a college town was a winning strategy. So, he dropped sandwiches from the menu, and focused solely on making the best pizza and delivering it quickly. He simplified the process of making quality pizza, perfected it, and then taught others how to do it. It’s been rumored that his fastest time at making a pizza was clocked at 11 seconds. He also pioneered the creation of the corrugated box, which kept the pizzas hotter throughout delivery.
After creating the strategy of a simplified menu in a college town, a tried-and-true training system, and boxes that maintained product quality, Tom worked to open other locations. Within seven years of purchasing that first pizzeria, Tom opened the first franchise. One year later, he opened the first store outside his home state of Michigan. He was off and running!
In 1983, Tom opened the first stores outside the United States—in Canada and Australia. By 1985, Tom was opening an average of three new U.S. stores every day. He had a total of 2,841 locations, making Domino’s the fastest growing pizza company in the United States. That same year, he also opened stores in England and Japan. In 1988, he expanded to Colombia. By 1989, Domino’s hit the milestone of opening its 5,000th store. One year later, the 1,000th franchise agreement was signed.
By 1996, Domino’s Pizza posted record annual sales of $2.8 billion. In 1997, Tom opened seven stores in one day on five continents simultaneously, making a total of 1,500 stores outside the United States. By the time Tom announced his retirement in 1998, he had over 6,000 stores, creating employment for over 30,000 people. Not bad for a guy who was just trying to earn enough money to buy books to study to be an architect.
Throughout his years in business, Tom acquired helicopters, jets, a collection of unique cars, the largest collection of Frank Lloyd Wright houses, and the Detroit Tigers baseball team that he had revered as a little boy. In addition, he built Domino’s Farms, which was a labor of love that incorporated Tom’s love of farming, inspired by his time at the foster farms, with his appreciation of the Prairie School architectural style of Frank Lloyd Wright. This became the corporate headquarters of Domino’s Pizza, complete with a chapel and petting zoo, beautiful landscaping, and other remarkable amenities. Domino’s Farms remains a Michigan landmark.
Throughout his 38 years in business, Tom’s primary mission was to treat others by the Golden Rule, which is the principle of treating others as one wants to be treated. This Rule is based on the words of Jesus, recorded in the Bible in Matthew 7:12: “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Tom emphasized to everyone within his influence that treating others fairly had to be the guiding principle for success in business.
(Courtesy of Tom Monaghan)
The seeds of faith that were planted by the nuns at the orphanage all those years before continued to grow throughout Tom’s life. Therefore, it’s no surprise that retirement for Tom Monaghan didn’t mean a life of leisure. This Marine embarked on a second half of life that became even more significant than his first.
When asked what he wanted to do with the rest of his life, Tom said, “Life is short, death is certain, and eternity is forever. I want to go to heaven, and the most important thing I can do with ‘God’s money’ is help other people get to heaven, too.” He continued, “I came into the world penniless, and as a Catholic Christian, I know that I cannot take any of it with me, so it has long been my desire to use the material resources that I have been blessed with to help others in the most meaningful ways possible.” He went on to say, “I would not be living out my faith if I did not use the abundant resources God has given me to help others.” And he has made great strides toward that goal.
Tom sold his ownership of Domino’s Pizza, his collection of cars, houses, aircraft, and his beloved baseball team, and turned his attention to establishing organizations that would advance his mission of helping people to go to heaven. His post-retirement projects are big and far-reaching. Among them are the Ave Maria Foundation, which focuses on Catholic education, media, community projects, and charities. One of the projects he funded was the publication of the worldwide Catechism of the Catholic Church.
He founded the Thomas More Law Center, a nonprofit law firm dedicated to the restoration and defense of the religious freedom of Christians, family values, and the sanctity of human life. The law firm calls itself the “Christian response to the ACLU (American Civil Liberties Union).”
He created Legatus, which means “ambassador,” to educate and support CEOs, company presidents, managing partners, and business owners in being ambassadors for Christ in the marketplace. Nearly 30 years later, over 5,000 members and their spouses, across 95 chapters throughout the United States and Canada, are committed to running their businesses, and their lives, according to the principles of Christianity.
To create “the most Catholic of all Catholic universities,” Tom established Ave Maria University, which is the only college campus in America with a program of study and service that honors the Nobel Peace Prize winner, Saint Teresa of Calcutta. At a time when the world is rife with violence and riven with division, the goal of the Mother Teresa Project is to produce graduates of Ave Maria University who will spread her compassion and teachings to a new generation of Americans, and in the process, spread peace in the same manner as she did—one person at a time. Tom also founded the Ave Maria School of Law, and built the surrounding town of Ave Maria, Florida. With a nod to his beloved Marines, the athletes of AMU are called the Gyrenes, a term of endearment for the U.S. Marines.
He jokingly says, with typical Tom Monaghan humility, that he’s the chancellor of a university that he probably wouldn’t qualify to attend.
Q&A
What advice would you give to young people?
Live by the 3 S’s—Survive, Save, and Serve. I recommend going into the military to serve your country. Save all your money. After that, get a job and work hard.
Is there a book that has influenced you?
In addition to the Bible, I read “In Search of Excellence” and “The One Minute Manager.”
Rhonda Sciortino (www.Rhonda.org) is the author of “Acts of Kindness,” “Kindness Quotient,” and “Love Is Action,” among many other books. She hopes to nudge people toward Love.
My brother is a veteran, and I am proud to say he served three terms of duty in the Middle East, one as a foot soldier and two as a JAG lawyer, and still serves in the reserves. Once, I asked him if he would visit my classroom on Veterans Day and talk to my fifth grade students. He looked so confused and asked, “Why do you have school on Veterans Day? Isn’t that a national holiday? Shouldn’t you have the day off?”
I love that the school district where I taught for 23 years honored Veterans Day by NOT making it a holiday for kids. My school held that day in honor of veterans. We taught our students what it meant to be a veteran. Best of all, we allowed veterans to tell their stories.
In a small rural town in Pennsylvania, Veterans Day started the same way every year for the fourth to sixth grade students at East Elementary. It began as a solemn occasion where the kids learned early in the school year how to truly show respect for our country and those who have fought and died fighting to keep our republic free and safe from danger. It went a little like this:
Teachers lined up their students and explained that unless it is part of the ceremony, they will show their respect for veterans by not speaking until they return to the classroom. A short discussion usually ensued about what may constitute appropriate and inappropriate behavior, but these kids were ready. They had been preparing for this day for two months.
By now, they had learned about the Constitution, including the Bill of Rights and other Amendments. In my own fifth grade class, they had collaboratively made and illustrated a Constitution book. After sending it out to be copied, each student had mailed a finished copy to his or her hero and kept one for the family. By Veterans Day, we had also held a class election based on the rules of our country’s election. Today, they were ready to honor the people that made it possible to live in our great country.
Teachers and students left their classrooms in an orderly manner and exited the school to the front of the building, where there was a large flagpole. The silence was deafening and awe-inspiring, the only sounds being the footsteps of the hundreds of children and adults walking the halls. If you’ve ever been in an elementary school building, you can imagine what a rare sound that is!
Once everyone was assembled in a half circle around the flagpole, a few students (usually boy scouts and girl scouts) raised the flag, while everyone stood with their hands on their hearts. Once the flag was raised, the crowd recited the Pledge of Allegiance. Next, a small band (sent from the high school) played two patriotic songs (usually “America the Beautiful” and “The Star-Spangled Banner.”) When the music stopped, the students silently returned to their classrooms, where their teachers had planned developmentally appropriate Veterans Day-themed activities.
Some of these activities included making welcome signs for the afternoon guests while watching educational videos about Veterans Day or our country. Weeks before this day, students had the opportunity to invite family members who may be veterans to our afternoon program. They were also asked to bring in pictures of veterans from their family so that they could be included even if they lived far away.
In the afternoon, students and teachers lined the halls with their posters and streamers. Invited veteran guests entered the building and walked down the halls as everyone respectfully clapped and held up their posters, honoring them for their dedication and sacrifice to our country. Then, we all entered the gym (or, years later when the celebration became too big, the auditorium at the high school), where the high school band was playing patriotic songs. On the stage were chairs filled with veterans with a large screen behind them running a slideshow. The slideshow kept everyone enthralled while they waited for the program to begin. It showed the pictures that students, teachers, and staff had brought in of family who had served our country. Written on each picture was the name of the person who donated the picture and the relationship to the person in the picture.
I can vouch for what those pictures meant to the kids sitting in that audience. I can understand why they sat so quietly watching the slideshow, waiting for their own picture to appear the first time, and then waiting for the slideshow to start over and show their picture again. A picture of my brother was in that slideshow. It was a picture of him in uniform with his wife and three beautiful daughters, and to this day, it makes me cry. Of course, at this point, the program had not even begun!
The program began with five sixth grade students who had been chosen by their teachers and who had spent countless hours preparing for this moment. Each stepped up to the podium, one at a time, and explained a branch of the military—the Army, the Navy, the Air Force, the Marines, and the National Guard. After each speech, members of that branch were asked to stand, and students applauded.
During the last part of the program, veterans were given the opportunity to speak. A few would get up and tell their stories. Their patriotism always overwhelmed the crowd. Soon, the assembly was over, and it was time for everyone to go home.
I remember always thinking, I am so glad we have school on Veterans Day. I am so glad we are able to give these kids this opportunity to reflect on the everyday people who made this country great!
Janice Abernethy is a wife, mother, grandmother, daughter, sister, and retired school teacher. She has a bachelor’s degree in elementary and special education, and a master’s degree in instructional media. You can learn more about Janice by going to JAbernethy.com
Ensign Jean Prosch, first woman in the Navy's low pressure chamber. (Courtesy of Gina Prosch)
One day, the phone in my South Carolina office rang, and when I answered, a senior voice greeted me: “Hello, I saw your name in the newspaper, and I believe we may be related. My maiden name was Jean Prosch.”
She lived less than an hour’s drive away, so over the course of several months, whenever time allowed, I visited Jean in her small efficiency apartment. When she decided to move back home to New Jersey, I dropped in to wish her safe travels.
Jean Prosch. (Courtesy of Gina Prosch)
“I’ll be in touch with more stories,” she said. “There’s so much more to tell.”
Having already learned a great deal about Jean’s life of service as a teacher and after World War II, I wondered how many more stories she had to tell.
“All of them,” she told me. “All the stories you do not know.”
Joining the WAVES
In July 1942, President Roosevelt authorized a women’s branch of the U.S. Naval Reserves: Women Accepted for Volunteer Emergency Service (WAVES). Women ages 20 to 49 with a college degree (or two years of college and equivalent experience) could enlist as commissioned officers.
Armed with a bachelor’s degree from Rutgers and a master’s from Temple, Jean Prosch more than met the qualifications, and she was eager to use her abilities as an educator to aid the American war effort. She decided to join the WAVES.
In April 1943, Jean contacted the Naval Procurement Office in Philadelphia, beginning the enlistment process. A month later, she was sworn in to the United States Navy. On Mother’s Day 1943, she told her family what she’d done, and she reported for duty on July 3.
On the 12:15 p.m. train to Northampton, Massachusetts, she fully realized her career—and life—had turned a corner. She was underway.
“Scared—a little. But enthusiastic and proud.”
Officer Training School
During the war, WAVES trained at Smith and Mount Holyoke, and Jean was assigned to the latter. Her days began with a 6:15 a.m. wake-up call, and other than 45 minutes of liberty, her time was filled with classes in Naval Organization, Personnel, Naval Law, and Ships and Aircraft Classification until the call for lights-out sounded at 10 p.m.
On August 24, 1943, she received her commission, writing home: “It seems Ensign Prosch is to report Monday morning August 30 to the Naval Air Station at Jacksonville, Florida, and if you aren’t excited—I am.”
Hello JAX!
When Jean arrived at Jax NAS (Jacksonville Naval Air Station), though she was in Personnel, not Health, she was assigned to the Aviation Medicine Section.
Unlike today, during the 1940s, the use of oxygen during high-altitude flight was cutting-edge technology. Navy pilots and air crewmen were required to learn about aviation physiology and take a run in the low-pressure chamber and chill room. If Jean was going to assume a teaching position, she’d need to take a training run herself. She wrote home, “They’ve never had a woman in [the low pressure chamber] and are all eager to see what’s what. Ha! Ha! I’m the guinea pig.”
On September 13, 1943, Jean had her first experience with low pressure, experiencing the same chamber run as the dive bombers, gunners, and pilots: a simulated 18,000 feet without oxygen, then 30,000 feet with oxygen. Then the descent—at 4,000 feet per minute.
Ensign Jean Prosch, first woman in the Navy’s low pressure chamber. (Courtesy of Gina Prosch)
But in order to teach her students most effectively, Jean needed practical experience—actual flight time.
She wrote home on September 25, “Had a most exciting day today! Was the first WAVE to go on a high altitude oxygen hop in a real airplane. I was up in a Navy plane for four hours—at high altitude necessitating use of O2 equipment for 1 1/2 hours. They took three pictures of me, so I might make the news.”
She made history that day, and was soon to contribute more.
During the early years of the war, the Navy was losing too many pilots and planes, not to enemy fire, but to crashes caused by high altitude anoxia, which caused poor motor coordination, impaired vision, and decreased executive function.
Plane crashes being caused by Navy pilots experiencing high altitude anoxia. (Courtesy of Gina Prosch)
Enter Jean and the low-pressure chamber.
These simulated, high-altitude training runs proved to pilots and their crews that they could not self-diagnose anoxia before they were in imminent danger of losing consciousness. By then, they were too uncoordinated to get their equipment on.
In Jean’s simulations, fliers passed out; in an actual flight, people could, and did, die.
Jean thrived in her job and taught hundreds of navy flyers to respect their need for high-altitude oxygen equipment.
When low-pressure chamber work was moved from Personnel to Health in 1944, Jean declined the transfer since her primary interest was teaching, not physiology.
The question was—after attaining such heights, where would she land?
Fort Lauderdale and Flight Analysis
Farther down the Florida coast at
was the head of aviation training. Under the direction of Admiral McFall, Jurika was to address the serious topic of training accidents in a new area of naval aviation study called Flight Analysis.
Fort Lauderdale NAS, Lieutenant Commander Stephen Jurika Jr., training officer. (Courtesy of Gina Prosch)
Jean’s work with the low-pressure chamber gave her an understanding of the physiology of flight and the psychology of Navy fliers; she was the ideal candidate for the new position. Thanks to her request to remain assigned to Personnel, she was available for transfer when Jurika came looking for someone to fill the newly created role of Crash Analysis Officer.
Jean wrote, “It’s a new program to try to cut down air accidents—there are so many in operational training—and this is the operational training command. It’s a program to weed out fliers before they kill themselves, a crew, and ruin a plane.”
Upon her arrival at Fort Lauderdale, Jean immediately became a permanent member of the Crash Board and also of something called “the Trouble Board.”
At Fort Lauderdale NAS, Jean found her calling working with flight instructors and analyzing student pilot performances. From February 1944 through the end of the war, Jean’s work was grueling and intense.
She wasn’t always the most liked officer on base, but in terms of lives saved, she might have been one of the most important, graphing hard data points and bringing a sense of objectivity to decisions about which aviators should remain—and which men should be “washed out.”
She wrote to her family, “It kills me when we lose aircrew men. They’re more valuable than the pilots—and are at the mercy of the pilot’s headwork and judgment.” Unfortunately, too often, she saw the horrific results of bad judgement first-hand. “I have to be on my toes—don’t dare slip up.”
Going Home
As the war came to a close, Jean looked forward to civilian life. Though she loved her work in aviation, the training crashes and proximity to death took a toll, and she eagerly anticipated her discharge in December 1945 and a return to civilian life.
In February 1946, one of Jean’s former colleagues wrote to let her know that Fort Lauderdale NAS had received the inaugural Single Engine Safety trophy for an outstanding safety record for the period of July 1945 to January 1946. The letter enclosed read, “It is our sincere belief that you contributed more than any other one person toward the winning of this trophy.”
All veterans have stories to tell, and many of those stories are taken to their graves. But in an age when women often achieved more than was publicly acknowledged, Jean Prosch was there.
And hers is only one of many stories that we now do know.
Gina Prosch is the parent of a homeschooled senior. She co-hosts “The OnlySchoolers Podcast: Helping You Homeschool” (OnlySchoolers.com) and is the author of several books, including the forthcoming “JOY! You Find What You Look For” from Boys Town Press. Gina works as a homeschool parent life coach and blogs at TheHomeschoolWay.com
In spite of her “made in the USA” appeal, being an American sculptor is not something Emily Bedard was always celebrated for. “When I first entered the molding industry, I had people who questioned my ability because I wasn’t French or European,” recalled Bedard. “I would produce a really strong structural element, and the salesman would sell it as if it was a French artist who made it.”
Clients, in fact, sometimes wouldn’t trust Bedard because she was American. “There is a general stereotype that Americans don’t have roots in traditional craftsmanship, that traditional American art has to come from Europeans,” she said. “That’s ridiculous,” she added, “since America has such strong roots in classicism.”
(Lux Aeterna Photography for American Essence)
At age 34, this native-Vermonter-gone-New-Yorker has undoubtedly proven that American hands are creating ageless, epochally awe-inspiring works of art that our country can be proud of. Bedard has won multiple awards in her young life, including the highly coveted Edward Fenno Hoffman Prize from the National Sculpture Society, and the Award for Emerging Excellence in the Classical Tradition from the prestigious Institute of Classical Architecture & Art, which Bedard says has been a tremendous support for her continuing education as a sculptor.
Her early works include the breathtaking 6-foot Liberty statue at the 1876 Soldiers and Sailors Monument, which graces the highly celebrated Seaside Park in Bridgeport, Connecticut; the life-like clay bust of U.S. Senator Edward Kennedy, and the pair of gold eagles that flank the central clock at the Edward Kennedy Institute in Boston. Bedard has also had quite the A-list of private clients, including Mark Wahlberg, Yoko Ono, Oprah Winfrey, and Uma Thurman.
She is currently working on a piece for the National Desert Storm and Desert Shield Memorial, to be built at the National Mall in Washington, D.C. This sizable memorial will occupy about 200 feet on the sacred public pathway, and will feature American soldiers and traditional military armaments, such as tanks and planes, with a desert background. The sculpture was commissioned by the National Desert Storm War Memorial Association, and it will be the first national memorial to represent the fierce conflict that soldiers faced in the Liberation of Kuwait campaign 30 years ago.
Bedard hopes to break ground sometime in 2022, and when she does, she’ll be working right down the street from the Lincoln Memorial, the fabled work of one of her idols, Daniel Chester French. Like Bedard, French was a native New Englander, who drew special inspiration from American patriotism.
(Lux Aeterna Photography for American Essence)
Bedard, admittedly not your typical millennial (she barely touches a computer), had always wanted to serve in the military, a bygone aspiration that regrettably went unfulfilled. “I always had this strong desire to give back to this country,” reflected Bedard. “I met a lot of pushback to do that, and wasn’t sure how I could use my limited abilities to do that, but then I figured out that public monuments can speak to the human spirit and remind people of the achievements and honors of the people who have served our country.” She added that this gave her “a deeper motivation with the abilities I had been given.”
In furthering her commitment to promoting Yankee craftsmanship, Emily purposely searched out an American art school: to be specific, a small, charming one in New England, as she describes. She attended the Lyme Academy College of Fine Arts, located in a quintessentially quaint seaside town in Connecticut. “I chose this school because it was very evident that when graduating from there, you were going to come out with very traditional skills,” said Bedard.
She also wanted to bring credence to the profession as being more than a stigmatized starving artist pursuit. Born to two artists and introduced at an early age to artist colonies like Maine’s Monhegan Island, Emily also had a strong interest in the sciences, specifically engineering. And so, to become a true sculptor, Emily molded the two together, and found her niche in ornamental work for high-end architecture.
(Lux Aeterna Photography for American Essence)
Today, in addition to running her art studio in the hip Greenpoint Historic District of Brooklyn, Bedard is the creative director at Foster Reeve & Associates, a group of globally-renowned custom designers of ornate custom plaster molding. Whether it’s fancy cornice molding on a mansion, or the sword of a soldier, Emily is obsessively preoccupied with unassuming allegorical details. She has an undying love for sculpted “drapery.” She explained that she has always really liked drapery “like that on a classic Roman statue, the way cloth falls on a figure and almost appears to cling to the form, as if it is real flesh.”
When colleague Meredith Bergmann asked her to assist with the making of the Women’s Rights Pioneers Monument on Literary Row in Central Park, Bedard was, of course, excited to be a humble part of that creation. It is an imposing 14-foot statue, which features American rights activists Sojourner Truth, Susan B. Anthony, and Elizabeth Cady Stanton having a conversation. She described it as a “long overdue representation of women.” There was also this added bonus for Bedard: “I got to do the curls of Elizabeth Cady Stanton’s hair!”
Archery shop owner Jonathan Karch helping his daughter Alexa with her archery shoot in the backyard. (Courtesy of Jonathan Karch)
For enthusiasts, archery hits the mark. It’s a sport that demands great concentration, precision, calm, and a little bit of luck. If the wind is not just right, an arrow can glance off a target and sail into a dead zone. It’s a sport that requires dedication but can be enjoyed solo or with a group. And as the pandemic continues to unfurl, archery has become a bandaid for the loneliness of social distancing. More and more families are picking up bows and arrows and turning backyards and family rooms into archery fields. Some participants even have garnered enough experience to compete in the Olympics and at national and international competitions. It’s a sport that has found a niche in the American sporting psyche.
Social distancing during the pandemic has made archery the latest entertainment target for families seeking outside recreational opportunities. It is also a competitive sport for the archery cognoscente that dates all the way back to the Stone Age.
The first known organized archery competition was held in Finsbury, England in 1583 and had 3,000 participants. By the time of the 30 Years War (1618-1648) it was clear that, due to the introduction of gunpowder, the bow as a weapon belonged to the past. No longer a weapon of destruction, archery found its mark in recreational and sporting venues. Today, more than 23 million Americans age 18 and older are involved in archery programs and competitions from coast-to-coast.
Yankton, South Dakota hosted this year’s Hyundai Archery World Cup from September 29 to 30, and immediately after, the Hyundai World Archery Championships to end the current outdoor season and complete the 15th year of the international circuit. It is the first time the annual event was hosted in the United States and the first time these two tournaments ran consecutively in the same location. Eight archers competed in each division for the coveted Hyundai Archery World Cup Champion titles. The event was hosted by the National Field Archery Association (NFAA) Foundation at its headquarters, the Yankton NFAA Easton Archery Center, with an endorsement from USA Archery, World Archery’s member association in the United States.
“This event was our biggest challenge yet when it came to delivering an international tournament at the highest level,’’ said NFAA Foundations President Bruce Cull. “We knew how much this event meant to the archery community and to the growth of our sport, and we had to show everyone how versatile archery is for both competitive archers and for families interested in recreational archery,’’ said Cull. Cull was also quick to point out that archery has also gotten a healthy boost in recognition from a string of popular films. “Movies such as ‘The Hunger Games,’ along with other exposure to the sport, have led to a sharp rise in participation, especially among two demographics: women and children,’’ Cull added.
In the 2012 film, “The Hunger Games,” 16-year-old Katniss Everdeen (Jennifer Lawrence) used a bow and arrow to hunt for food and later to protect herself in a cruel battle to the death set up by a wealthy government. Another movie that had a similar positive impact on the sport of archery was “Brave.” In the computer-animated fantasy, Merida (Kelly Macdonald), the impetuous but courageous daughter of Scottish King Fergus (Billy Connolly) and Queen Elinor (Emma Thompson), is a skilled archer who wants to carve out her own path in life. Her defiance of an old-age tradition angers many people. That film was the spark that ignited the archery career of 14-year-old Liko Arreola of Maui, Hawaii. “I loved the film, and it really got me interested in archery,’’ said Liko, who is now coached by her father, Ryan. In June, Liko competed at her first USAT (United States Archery Team) tournament in Chula Vista, California, at the SoCal Showdown. The USAT holds several series of events throughout the year nationwide for those seeking to qualify for the Junior USA Archery Team. At the SoCal Showdown, Liko competed in the cadet division (15-17-year-olds) and was able to place first for the qualification round and won gold in eliminations. Her parents, Teri and Ryan, report that the sport demands focus, patience, and lots of practice. The family has even converted a hall in the house for practice sessions to avoid adverse weather conditions. And practice makes perfect.
In April, Liko had the rare opportunity to compete at the Vegas Shoot in the Women’s Championship Compound Division with female professionals. The NFAA made an exception for this one year to allow any age group to compete in the championship divisions. Liko finished in first place in the Women’s Championship Compound Division, scoring a clean 900. Like most gifted athletes, Liko’s main goals are to further her education by attending a college with an archery program, to participate in as many archery programs as possible, and to qualify for the USA Archery Team.
But not all archers have such lofty goals. For some, it’s simply about being with family and friends. Jonathan Karch, owner of 3Rivers Archery in Ashley, Indiana, said the sport is both a business and a family affair. “It’s a sport that builds close friendships and demands discipline,’’ Karch said. “Because of all the COVID pandemic restrictions, more families switched to archery this summer because they can do it right in their own backyard,’’ said Karch.
And when classes begin again this fall, many children will be able to continue their archery adventures at school. The National Archery in Schools Program, which attempts to incorporate archery into classes, has grown from 21 schools in 2002 to more than 13,000 today. At Culver Summer Schools in Culver, Indiana, archery remains the most popular summer activity, with more than 200 participants from the Woodcraft Camp. The sport is poised to make even more daunting academic inroads, as archery is fast emerging as a popular sport for colleges and universities. Through generous support from the Easton Foundation, USA Archery will offer a new program to build archery teams or clubs at schools that do not yet have a program. The grants, in excess of $5,000 in value, include the necessary equipment and resources to assist in the formation of an archery program.
“One of the big advantages to archery is that it is an individual and team sport that can be done inside or outdoors, utilizing existing recreational spaces,’’ said Dee Wilde, who was voted the best Olympic archery coach in 2006. “It’s just a great sport,’’ said Wilde of Pocatello, Idaho. Paige Pearce, a world champion archer from Red Bluff, California, said it’s a sport where one can easily achieve quick entry into a respectable level of performance at an economical price. “Arrows can be reused, as well as other equipment,’’ said Pearce, who travels more than 200,000 miles a year competing in the sport she has been involved with since she was 2. “It’s a sport that lets you build a community of friendships that last a lifetime,’’ she said.
When Julius Caesar invaded Britain in 55 B.C., he found the natives already imbibing a beverage made from tart and inedible crabapples. The Celtic Brits have a long-held tradition of brewing cider.
While cider was, and is, an enduring favorite in Britain and Ireland, colonists brought it to America and people like John Chapman—a man we know as Johnny Appleseed—promoted its popularity here by creating apple nurseries at the edge of the frontier during the early 19th century.
Two Cidermeisters and a Passion Project
Fast forward to 2014. Two true believers in a better way to source, ferment, and create a smashing apple-centric cider put their heads together to form Artifact Cider Project. Jake Mazur and Soham Bhatt founded the Massachusetts-based cider brand on a hard and fast rule: their cider must be of the highest quality, made from only locally-sourced Northeast apples, and use the most advanced fermentation practices. Their cider had to be exceptional as well as reflect, and express, the Northeast. They committed to helping sustain local orchards, especially those in Western Massachusetts. You’ve heard of craft beer; this is craft cider. And Artifact’s goal? They aim to change “cider culture” with novel processes and a new approach to cider-making.
Who Drinks “Wild Thing”?
Artifact Cider drinkers tend to be boundary-pushers, individual and eclectic, and they like their cider the same way. The small, resourceful team responsible for this artful drink are themselves boundary-pushers, bringing new insight to Artifact Cider and their innovative, outsider perspective to the company and industry.
Thanks to the solid partnerships it has built with orchards throughout the Connecticut River Valley, Artifact can source apple varieties that are unexpected and compose cider blends that sing. The portfolio, which can be enjoyed year-round, consists of monikers like Wild Thing, Magic Hour, Slow Down, and Feels Like Home. Seasonal blends include By Any Other Name, Wolf at the Door, and No New Friends. And the can designs are as vibrant as the cider inside.
Great Cider, Great Vibes
Headquartered in Florence, Massachusetts, which is home to its production facility, Artifact Cider invites people into The Cellar, its onsite tasting room. In October 2020, it expanded into the Central Square area of Cambridge, opening a taproom called The Station and hosting food pop-ups with local chefs and culinary personalities.
Artifact Cider’s tasting room in Cambridge, Mass. (Courtesy of Artifact Cider Project)
Those who are obsessed with Artifact Cider’s brews on tap can take it home with them by joining The Regulars, Artifact’s in-person club. Membership gets you early access to new releases, reduced pricing, and a plethora of member goodies. Those who prefer to enjoy ciders at home can join The Good Vibrations Series. Members are shipped three different ciders—some familiar, some new—every quarter.
Artifact Cider is committed to remaining true to its ethos as a regional, sustainable brand. It’s the drink designed for those progressive folks who want their cider to speak to them, as only Artifact Cider can.
(From L to R) The Soom sisters: Jackie, Shelby, and Amy Zitelman, co-founders of Soom Foods. (Jillian Guyette)
Say the word “tahini,” and most Americans might conjure up an image of a jar gathering dust on the bottom shelf of the international aisle in the grocery store. Press them for one of its uses, and the answers will generally be one of two foods: hummus or tahini sauce.
Amy Zitelman, one of the three sisters who founded the Philadelphia-based tahini company Soom Foods, knows this because she used to feel ambivalent about the sesame seed paste herself—until a cake changed her sister’s mind.
“My middle sister, Jackie, moved to Israel after high school,” she said. “She went to college there and met her husband, Omri. Omri has been in the tahini business for 20 years now.”
Tahini is a paste made with roasted and pressed sesame seeds. It’s rich and nutty, and healthy, too: full of omega-6 fatty acids, calcium, iron, magnesium, and vitamins. What Jackie noticed in Israel was how integral sesame seeds and tahini are to Middle Eastern culinary traditions. An ancient food, tahini is not only an often-used ingredient, but central to many dishes, taking on far more interesting roles than a supporting act for hummus.
She also noticed how much better it tasted: rich and smooth, earthy and nutty, with just a hint of bitterness. It was a far cry from the often dull, chalky options back in America.
Jackie started talking to Amy and Shelby, their oldest sister, about the tahini she found in Israel, and its superior texture and flavor. When Shelby went to visit Jackie, she finally tasted what Jackie had been raving about.
“We started asking a lot of questions,” said Amy. “Why was this tahini so much better than anything in the United States? Why was it so much more revered in Israel than it has ever been in the United States?”
The sisters went to see Omri’s mother, who made them a carrot cake that changed the trajectory of their lives.
“When Shelby tasted that carrot cake and learned it was made with tahini instead of oil, that’s what pushed us to start this business. We realized, if you can use tahini in carrot cake, the possibilities are endless.”
The idea for Soom Foods was born, with a mission: to make tahini a staple ingredient in the American pantry.
Though all three sisters were new to the tahini business, they were no strangers to the food industry. Their maternal grandfather was a butcher, and their father was raised in the restaurant industry.
“Because our father was raised in the restaurant industry, it was family law we couldn’t go into the restaurant industry. Our grandfather always said he didn’t work so hard for his grandchildren to have to go into restaurants. We joke that we ended up going through the backdoor,” Amy said.
The Soom sisters. (Jillian Guyette)
As they worked toward making tahini a more visible product in the United States, Shelby asked Amy to do some market research. She went to grocery stores and took notes on the labels of tahini, what they cost, what they tasted like.
Her findings? The labels were generic and uninteresting, and the tahini itself tasted bland and unexciting.
The next step was to find out what Americans thought about tahini. The sisters began asking friends, neighbors, even strangers at the farmers market what came to mind when they heard the name. Most people, if they had even heard of it, said it was something you put in hummus. Few people could think of any other use for it.
“We saw an opportunity in making tahini accessible to American consumers by educating them, and branding it more familiarly than brands coming over from the Middle East,” Amy said.
To do that, they would also need a premium product. Since the only ingredient used to make tahini is sesame seeds, they needed to start with premium-quality seeds.
Omri had long been in the industry, buying tahini from large manufacturers and distributing it to his own network of restaurants and caterers. Through Omri, the sisters found a manufacturer in Israel that used the seeds they liked: Ethiopian White Humera sesame seeds. Grown around the town of Humera, in the Tigray region of Ethiopia, this buttery, nutty variety is the world’s most prized. Most sesame seeds are used to make oil, but Humera seeds are used solely to make tahini. The sisters ordered a container-load of the tahini to be shipped to the United States.
“I think they [the manufacturers] were surprised to hear from three American girls who wanted to buy tahini,” said Amy, “but we were committed to our idea and seeing if it worked.”
Grown around the town of Humera, in the Tigray region of Ethiopia, buttery, nutty Ethiopian White Humera sesame seeds are the world’s most prized. (Photo copyright Jillian Guyette, courtesy of Agate Publishing)
In 2013, Soom Foods received their first import of tahini and hit the streets—literally, taking samples to markets and restaurants, trying to sell to chefs, restaurant owners, and vendors. They were given the opportunity to meet with Michael Solomanav, owner of Philadelphia’s award-winning Israeli restaurant Zahav.
“When we asked him what tahini he was using, he said, ‘I don’t have access to good tahini and I’m looking for something better.’ So his restaurant was actually one of our first customers.”
Today, Soom Foods is going strong. The company sells both to restaurants and directly to consumers, both online and in retail stores. It ships and distributes to restaurants and chefs in over 25 states, and more than 500 retail stores across the country.
One Ingredient
Most surprising to Amy about her journey with Soom Foods is that they’ve built an entire business around one ingredient.
“It’s something that I take a lot of pride in,” she said, “doing one thing and doing it well. It would have been easy to get distracted by launching other products, and we almost did. … But when we took a step back and really focused on tahini, we saw our most success.” Soom Foods also sells Chocolate Sweet Tahini, a chocolate spread made with their tahini, cocoa powder, and cane sugar, and silan, an all-natural date syrup, but their original tahini remains the heart of the business.
(Jillian Guyette)
All three sisters are still involved with Soom Foods, now balancing work, family, and motherhood. “We often bring our children into our warehouse,” said Amy, who lives in the Philadelphia area near her sister, Shelby (Jackie still lives in Israel). Their children are being brought into the family fold of food and entrepreneurship.
Last November, Amy released a cookbook called “The Tahini Table,” about incorporating the versatile ingredient into everyday cooking. Packed with gorgeous photos and simple but delicious recipes, the cookbook is all about making good, uncomplicated food with quality ingredients—which has been the heartbeat of Soom Foods all along.
And yes, the recipe for the carrot cake that started it all is in there, too.
Rachael Dymski is an author, florist, and mom to two little girls. She is currently writing a novel about the German occupation of the Channel Islands and blogs on her website, RachaelDymski.com
(Courtesy of Kristina Cho/Mooncakes and Milk Bread)
These Chinese sausage and cilantro pancakes are a deviation from the beloved classic green onion pancake. I would take a plateful of crispy green onion pancakes topped with a big spoonful of chili oil over a stack of buttermilk pancakes any day. They should be salty, crispy, and a little greasy (in a good way). Some people like them thin and crunchy, bordering on cracker territory, while others prefer them thick and doughy. In my world, the perfect pancake is light and flaky on the outer rings and progressively doughier and chew- ier toward the center. That chewy center nugget of dough is the best piece to dunk into a generous amount of chili oil.
Thin layers of unleavened dough are rolled up with sesame oil and chopped fillings to create a quick lamination of sorts to create all those layers. The Chinese sausage renders into crunchy bits of sweet and salty pork, and the cilantro brings a welcome freshness. The combination is so delicious, complex, and textually more exciting than the classic green onion pancake.
Don’t stop at Chinese sausage and cilantro though—consider filling your pancakes with other tender herbs such as basil, dill, and tarragon, and maybe swap out the Chinese sausage for crisp bacon or crunchy fried garlic.
Makes 6
300g (2 ½ cups) allpurpose flour
½ teaspoon coarse salt
170g (¾ cup) warm water
¼ cup canola or other neutral flavored oil, plus extra for brushing
3 Chinese sausages, finely chopped
2 tablespoons toasted sesame oil
1 cup fresh cilantro leaves and tender stems, finely chopped
In a medium bowl, combine the flour, salt, and warm water. Mix with a pair of chopsticks or flexible spatula until a shaggy dough forms. Knead with your hands until you form a smooth ball, 6 to 8 minutes. Lightly brush a medium bowl with canola oil. Transfer the dough to the bowl, turn to coat, and cover with plastic wrap. Rest at room temperature for at least 30 minutes, or up to 8 hours. (The longer the dough rests at room temperature, the flakier the pancakes will be.)
In a medium skillet over medium-high heat, cook the sausage, stirring occasionally, until the fat renders and sausage is crispy, 3 to 4 minutes. Transfer the sausage to a bowl to cool completely.
On a lightly floured surface, divide the dough into six equal pieces, preferably with a digital scale. Lightly brush a wooden cutting board with canola oil. Roll one piece of dough into a roughly 6 x 10-inch rectangle. Brush the dough with some sesame oil and sprinkle some sausage and cilantro evenly over the surface. Starting at a long edge, tightly roll up the dough into a 10-inch-long rope, pressing out trapped air. Starting at one end, form the rope into a coil shape, tucking the opposite end underneath at the end. Set aside and repeat with remaining dough, sesame oil, sausage, and cilantro to form six pancakes. (Brush the cutting board with more canola oil as needed.) When you’ve formed the last pancake, cover the coils with a kitchen towel and allow them to rest for 15 minutes. (Don’t be tempted to skip this step, as the pancakes will not roll out as easily without a proper rest.)
Working with one piece at a time, gently flatten each coil with the palm of your hand, then roll into a 6-inch round. Place on a parchment paper–lined baking sheet. If the pancake bursts in some places, don’t panic! That’s natural! It will still cook just fine. In a heavy-bottomed skillet, heat the ¼ cup canola oil over medium-high until shimmering. Cook one pancake in the oil until the underside is golden brown, 1 to 2 minutes, then flip and cook the other side until golden brown, 1 to 2 minutes more. Place the pancake on a baking sheet fitted with a wire rack. Repeat with the remaining pancakes and serve. (The pancakes are best eaten soon after frying.)
Uncooked pancakes can be stored in the freezer for up to 3 months. Sandwich the pancakes between 7-inch squares of parchment paper, then place the stack in a resealable plastic bag and freeze. Do not thaw the pancakes before cooking and frying as you would fresh pancakes.
Cooked pancakes can be refrigerated in an airtight container for up to 3 days. Reheat the pancakes on a baking sheet in a 400-degree oven until hot, 8 to 10 minutes.
(Courtesy of Kristina Cho/Mooncakes and Milk Bread)
Every Chinese bakery must have a pineapple bun in their case. Despite the name, the bun has no pineapple—it’s a soft milk-bread bun with a sweet, buttery, crackly cookie-like top that, after it’s baked, resembles pineapple skin. The simple, iconic treat has a loyal following, even beyond Asian cultures: everyone loves a good pineapple bun. When I was younger, I’d slyly pick off the cookie topping and leave the plain bun behind for my brother. (When you’re the older sister, you can get away with things like that.)
Few things transcend enjoying a fresh pineapple bun still warm from the oven. You can eat it plain, or if you want to be like a true Hong Konger, slice the bun in half and stick a thick slice of cold butter inside.
Makes 12
For the Buns
Mother of All Milk Bread Dough (see below), made through step 4
All-Purpose flour, for dusting the work surface
For the Topping
250g (2 cups) all-purpose flour
¼ teaspoon baking soda
¼ teaspoon coarse salt
113g (½ cup; 1 stick) unsalted butter, softened
100 g (½ cup) sugar
1 large egg
½ teaspoon pure vanilla extract
2 drops yellow food coloring
For the Egg Wash
1 large egg, white and yolk separated into two small bowls
While the dough is proofing, line two large rimmed baking sheets with parchment paper.
Make the buns: After the first proof, punch down to deflate the dough and transfer it to a lightly floured surface. Pinch and pull the ends of the dough to form a smooth ball. Divide the dough into 12 equal portions with a bench scraper (for accuracy, weigh with a digital scale if you have one). Form each portion of dough into a smooth ball by pulling the ends of the dough underneath and then rolling between the palms of your hand, and arrange on the prepared sheets, spacing at least 3 inches apart. Cover with a damp, clean kitchen towel and set aside in a warm spot until the buns are doubled in size, 45 minutes to 1 hour.
Meanwhile, make the topping: In a small bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder, and salt. In a medium bowl, combine the softened butter and sugar with a flexible spatula until smooth. Add the egg, vanilla, and food coloring, mixing until smooth. Fold the flour mixture into the butter mixture to form a sandy dough, then knead by hand until smooth. Pat into a disc and divide the dough into 12 equal portions with a bench scraper (for accuracy, weigh with a digital scale if you have one). Roll one piece into a smooth ball, then flatten into a 4-inch round with a dowel rolling pin. Score a crosshatch pattern into the dough with the edge of a bench scraper or knife, being careful not to cut all the way through. Use the edge of the bench scraper to lift the topping off the work surface. Repeat with remaining topping dough, setting each round aside until ready to top the buns. (Alternatively, you can skip making the crosshatch pattern. The topping will still crack beautifully as it bakes, just not as neatly.)
Preheat the oven to 350°F. Brush the tops of the buns lightly with the egg white to help the topping adhere. Place one topping dough round on each bun, gently pressing to cover the entire outer edge (you want the dough to fully encase the top of the bun, if possible). Whisk the egg yolk in a small bowl and lightly brush over the topping of each bun.
Bake the buns until golden brown, 18 to 20 minutes. Transfer the sheets to a wire rack. Let the buns cool for 5 minutes on sheets, then transfer to the rack to cool. Serve warm or at room temperature.
Buns can be kept in an airtight container (a resealable bag works great) at room temperature for up to 4 days, or in the freezer for up to 3 months. Reheat room temperature buns in the microwave for 15 to 20 seconds or on a baking sheet in a 300°F oven for about 5 minutes, until soft and warmed through. Reheat frozen buns on a baking sheet in a 350°F oven for 10 to 15 minutes.
Milk Bread
For the Tangzhong:
100g (¼ cup plus 3 tablespoons) milk
20g (2 tablespoons) bread flour
For the Milk Bread:
125g (½ cup plus 1 tablespoon) warm (110°F) milk
1 teaspoon active dry yeast
50g (¼ cup) granulated sugar, plus a pinch
335g (2 ⅔ cups) bread flour, plus more for work surface
1/2 teaspoon coarse salt 1 large egg
55g (4 tablespoons) unsalted butter, cut into pieces and softened
1 teaspoon canola or other neutral-flavored oil, for bowl
Make the tangzhong: In a small saucepan over low heat, combine the flour and milk and cook, whisking constantly, until thickened to a paste, 2 to 3 minutes. Immediately transfer the paste into a small bowl, scraping the sides of the saucepan with a flexible spatula; let cool until warm, 5 to 10 minutes. Texture should resemble mashed potatoes.
Make the milk bread: In a clean or new small saucepan, scald the milk over medium heat, bringing the milk to a gentle simmer (watch carefully as milk tends to boil over). Pour milk into a small bowl and cool until warm to the touch (about 110°F). Stir in yeast and a pinch of sugar, and set aside until the surface of the mixture is foamy, 5 to 10 minutes.
In the bowl of an electric mixer fitted with a dough hook, combine the sugar, flour, salt, and egg. Add the tangzhong and milk and mix on low until shaggy. Add the softened butter one piece at a time, mixing until fully incorporated before adding the next. Increase the speed to medium-high and continue to knead the dough until it is tacky and slightly sticky, 8 to 9 minutes. Transfer the dough to a lightly floured work surface. Wet your hands to prevent the dough from sticking, pinch and pull the ends of the dough to form a smooth ball.
Coat a large mixing bowl with 1 teaspoon of oil. Add the dough to the bowl, gently turning it to cover with oil. Cover the bowl with plastic wrap and set in a warm spot to proof until doubled in size, about 2 hours (or place in the refrigerator to proof for at least 8 hours or overnight).
