Welcome to #ChineseFoodiesofIG100
About the exhibition
#ChineseFoodiesofIG is an ongoing interview series published on Instagram that celebrates food lovers from the global Chinese diaspora. This exhibition is a celebration of the 100th interview, and the 99 that came before it.
I started Celestial Peach in 2018 as a form of rooting in my cultural heritage and ethnic identity via the lens of food. When I started I realised I knew—and still know—very little about Chinese food in an encyclopaedic sense. About cooking techniques, ingredients, recipes or regionality. I knew what I had grown up eating, and that’s about it. I’ve spent the last few years writing about and researching Chinese food from a place of curiosity. I have never approached research as a way to become an ‘expert’; I believe the best way to learn is to always be a student. And not just to study the books, but to talk to people, absorb their stories, reflect on and relate to them. That’s why I started using social media to highlight different voices of Chinese heritage from around the diaspora; each of which have a story to tell.
In the 100 interviews, you will discover stories of family, migration, national identity, cultural pride. Some are funny, some are bittersweet. Many are deeply emotional. You will be able to taste flavours of multiculturalism, and to visit sensory time capsules. They are all so different, yet something intangible binds them together too. It’s what I call ‘Chinese-ness’.
There was one question that I asked everyone, whose answer delighted me every time:
What does home taste like?
These 100 stories have accompanied me on my meandering journey of rooting.
Unbeknownst to me, I was really trying to find—or taste—my way home.
To celebrate #ChineseFoodiesofIG turning 100, I have enlisted a community of talented artists to visualise all the answers to this one question. Are you ready to go on a journey? Hope you’re hungry. Start scrolling!
(Best experienced on desktop.)
An orange at the end of every meal.
Back then we didn’t have much… My mother always brought warm food to the table. Anything she cooked was filled with love and tasted like home.
The Chinese character of home is "家", it's a mini drawing of a house with a pig in it. The house by itself is not home, but with food it becomes one.
A bowl of jook when I have the stomach flu.
I love that smell so much… I wish I could bottle the scent into a candle!
In a way, home tastes like family.
The sambal my mum makes where the chilli in the air burns your eyes so she closes the kitchen door when she’s got the blender on.
My grandmother's seaweed soup. I can smell it even as I write this.
And soup, there is always soup.
… and watermelons that are all nicely cut into chunks after dinner on a hot summer night.
This is the welcome home dish. It's also the, where's my grandchildren dish, the I love you dish, the don't sleep too late or you'll have wrinkles dish, the goodbye dish before I leave Taiwan.
Pear blossoms in spring, foraged wild mushroom in summer, persimmons and walnuts in the fall, cured ham and spicy sausages in winter, rice noodle soups year round.
Home for me tastes like intricate spicing and carefully layered flavours, whose interplay resonates for a long time on the palate.
Chinese lettuce blanched broth. It is the most unusual (but also the ultimate ordinary) thing I LOVE eating. It’s almost embarrassing how much I love it.
Like the first meal my parents prepare for me whenever I travel back home, table full of foods I love. There is no need to tell them what I want for that meal, they know it.
A single bite can take me home.