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13 Moons

13 Meals

Pulan Collective



13 Moons

13 Meals



Pulan Collective: 13 moons 13 meals is a multimedia cookbook

and cultural memory project of CHamoru women living in

the Bay Area. Members of the Pulan Collective met monthly

around the full moon to combine intergenerational artistic

forces of storytelling, photography, poetry and culinary

prowess. The project explores how we can decolonize our

minds, heal from intergenerational trauma and harness our

matrilineal power through acts of creative collaboration in

the form of shared meals.

This chapbook is a selection of the images, meals, recipes

and excerpts of blog posts on pulancollective.com that

were part of the 13 Moons 13 Meals project from June 2019

to June 2020.




Gualåfon

For Felix

By Clarissa Mendiola

one of your first words was moon

soon after mama after dada it was always

moon which you said out of the corner

of your mouth whenever it appeared in the sky

at night we crouched to see

it out of our small kitchen window we

dimmed the lights for contrast your sweet

gasp and the fragrance of my milk

on your breath

growing you i once found myself lost

amid rolling red dirt hills wearing dozens

of small cuts on our body proof we reconciled

sword grass together we wandered for hours

as you grew inside me edging this body

forward willing all the laws of gravity

to carry us to our meeting place

that first night on the beach we swam together

soaked in moonlight two thirsty crystals

our island’s lagoon a bag of waters

preparing to birth us both is it possible

you remember the weightlessness

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the sunsets the salt water the petrified coral

forest the butterflies swarming above us as

we quietly passed ancient villages near the ocean

or the scene we took in with our whole

bodies standing at the edge of the earth

as if it was not enough to merely witness it

with my eyes alone

is it possible you carry those visions too

lumbered in your bones the way we carry

traumas an heirloom laceration

for every pain our ancestors bore

some nights the moon’s light feels brighter

than sun and i think yes you must carry flashes

of life seen through my eyes a moon

a gossamer compass visible even in daylight

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Makmaomao

We can contribute to the CHamoru movement for

sovereignty and self-determination through creative

endeavours that bring people together through food,

story and indigenous craft by feeding the body, the

mind and the soul.

Collectively allowing the process to be the

artful product.

Fina’denne’

- Soy sauce, lemon juice, rice vinegar, jalapeños

- Lemon juice, shallots, donne’(hot pepper)

- Soy sauce, white vinegar, red onion, donne’

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Mananaf

They pulled salt from the caves, spread

salt over the rocks by the reef, in the holy

water for the baptism

In the waves rocking the blue and the edge

of the womb

(that’s why they wanted you, Sumay the

village at the tip of the spear, curve of

earth and wave where the

fisherman waited)

Fu’una, now your body is America’s

unsinkable aircraft carrier

Fortress Pacific.

They pulled salt from the part in her hair

She pressed salt into the lines of her palm,

to dry the blood of the wound

Salt of sweat and ocean and birth, salt

from the tide, salt running down the baby’s

stillborn cheeks

Pickled Papaya

- Green papaya

- Salt

- Donne’

- Rice, coconut or white vinegar

Peel the papaya and slice into thin, bite-sized pieces. Spread the

pieces evenly in a shallow dish or pan and sprinkle with salt. Give

time for the salt to bring out the liquid in the papaya. Then add

vinegar and the crushed hot pepper. Cover, chill and allow to

pickle for several hours or overnight before transferring to a jar

or sealable container.

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Semu

At night you stand in the shower and let the

water run loose,

you close your eyes and see the woman who

opens her mouth without sound.

You are quiet and still, you let her move through

you, she seizes your bones until they ache, her

fingers wrap around your wrists and her roots

swim through your spine.

You open your eyes and speak.

Kamuti in Coconut Milk

- Sweet potatoes

- Coconut Milk

- Salt

Peel and chop the sweet potatoes into large chunks. Put in a pot

and sprinkle with salt. Pour coconut milk to cover. Cover and

simmer until the kamuti is tender.

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Tenhos

Assembling the core group was the first real recipe.

The ingredients came together with an unexpected

ease and presented themselves right on time.

I followed an intuition by reaching out to several

famalao’an I had just briefly met and knew very little

about. Casting aside any of my fears and insecurity,

I sent them messages and invitations. Was I being

guided by our saina? As I think back to my original

practical reasoning, it was to assemble artistic

individuals, but I was also being pulled by something

I couldn’t identify any more than it being a sense of

feeling right. A sense of kindred connection. Later I

would come to understand it all more clearly through

Lehua’s simple but profound statement:

I know because I know.

Menu

- Salmon steaks with kale, onion, garlic and

turmeric in coconut milk

- Roasted sweet potato with sriracha mayo

- Cucumbers with rice vinegar

- Pickled green mango with donne’

- Cabbage salad with miso dressing

- Fina’denne’ dinanche

- Butter mochi

- Fresh market fruit: strawberries, sweet

plums, pluots

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Lumamlam

We sat together in the sun and shared a meal:

Aunti Mart’s cool, tart, and creamy lechen

biringhenas, sweet figs from Lehua’s garden,

warm flour titiyas. I offered a poem as a wish

for the collective — and for all of our CHamoru

relatives—to carry flashes of joy seen through

our ancestor’s eyes, a moon, a gossamer

compass visible even in daylight.

Every act of reindigenization — learning our

language, reconnecting to the ocean and the land,

engaging in cultural practices, reviving ancestral

foodways — is an intentional processing of

generational pain … and also joy. This is the work

of the Pulan Collective. It is simple. It is hard.

It heals. It hurts. It inspires. It is everything.

Menu

- Chard, zucchini, leek, ginger, turmeric, egg frittata

- Sweet potato in coconut milk

- Radicchio, fennel, pomegranate salad with persimmon vinaigrette

- Lechen biringhenas

- Pimiento cheese stuffed chocolate peppers

- Fresh titiyas with butter and fig jam

- Mango coconut muffins

- Fresh figs

- Coffee, rosè, white wine, pineapple sage shrub

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Fangualo’

Tonight I realize we are gathered around a guåfak

we are weaving with our hearts.

We eat and tell stories of food — always food. We

pinch shrimp heads between our fingers and slurp

coconut milk while remembering other times we’ve

eaten shrimp heads. Or we plan for times to come

when we’ll make the kåddo the same, or a maybe

just a little differently, or maybe we’ll make it the

way our bihas made it, who knows. All the while,

our hearts work at the guåfak, preparing a place for

us to keep gathering. The place for family and hope

and births and home. For the first time in a long,

long time, I feel just the right amount of full.

Menu

- Whole head-on shrimp kåddo with white rice

- Purple yam chips with spicy mayo

- Pickled daikon with donne’

- Pickled green papaya with donne’

- Roast lamb with squash & pumpkin

- Fuyu persimmons

- Fresh fruit salad

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Sumongsong

We have that same deep Marianas Trench love for

our island and peoples. Shown and expressed in

so many ways when we gather together with the

stories we tell, the jewelry we wear, the laughs we

share, and the food we cook.

Sa’ every time we gather together, I am always

gifted with medicine for my soul. Medicine in the

wisdom and love given from each of these strong

maga’hågas. I am blessed to constantly share

sacred space with them and continue the traditions

of our ancestors, creating new ways of decolonizing

and resisting. I look forward to many more moons

in the new year and for always.

Menu

- Pork adobo with cabbage

- Salmon kelaguen with red chili and fresh lemon

- Kale gollai hagun suni

- Kamuti in coconut milk

- Sweet rolls

- Litiya

- Baby banana and dark chocolate sweet lumpia

- Fresh papaya and asian pears

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Umayanggan

Hu tungo na ha pega gi sanhalomna i linalan

i manainata.

I know she has placed within her being the life of

our ancestors.

Salmon Kelaguen

- Fresh salmon

- Lemon

- Salt

- Onion

- Donne’

Cut raw salmon into chunks and spread them

out evenly in a dish. Squeeze fresh lemon juice

over the fish, then add salt and donne’ to taste.

Add sliced onions and toss to combine. Cover

and chill to marinate for several hours. Add more

lemon, salt or donne’ to desired flavor.

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Umagahaf

Growing up away from Guåhan, there’s a sense

of distance at all times, a lingering feeling of

inaccessibility. Being in community together

is a way to bridge that distance. While we have

different interests and passions, we are connected

on such a basic level. And those connections

bubble up in every conversation we have about our

childhoods, family, food, or our experiences

as CHamoru women living on Turtle Island.

A rhythm has developed, and our intentions are

aligned with i pilan.

Menu

- Baked salmon fillet

- Fina’denne’ selection

- Pork fried rice

- Lechen biringhenas

- Soy & vinegar cucumbers

- Kale, red cabbage, avocado salad

- Poppy seed cake

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Tumaiguini

Coming together every moon to share food and

celebrate i famalao’an, the woman, feels like an

ancient ritual. Grounded in culture and inspired by

tradition, each delicious dish brought to the table

is an offering in the spirit of our ancestors. With this

act of sharing, six island daughters reach across

unfamiliar spaces as we come to know one another

and then remember. Standing erect, we recite our

familial lineage to claim our place and the legacy of

our matrilineal heritage. We harvest our gardens, read

poetry, master family recipes, experiment with new

ingredients and birth beautiful babies to awaken the

senses. Weaving our stories plait by prose, we lift our

collective hearts in chant and paddle our galaides, our

canoes, home.

Menu

- Tinaktak with ground beef,

green beans, tomatoes, garlic,

onion, coconut milk, lemon

- Red rice

- Corn soup

- Månha titiyas

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Maimo

With every moon, our gatherings strengthen our resolve to

nurture our connection to our ancestors and traditions.

Our cultural staples are ever present. However, we begin to

examine the context of how the food we bring to our kitchen

table is produced and who produces it. What are the ecological

considerations? Are relationships respected? Responsibilities

upheld? How do we navigate these complex issues? What did

our ancestors do? Hami i ManCHamoru, i manaotao i tasi, i tano’,

yan i langhet ham. We the CHamoru people are the people of the

sea, the land and the sky. We are after all, Wayfinders.

Menu

- Chalakiles

- Salmon kåddo

- Mungo beans with achiote

- Pickled papaya

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Umatalaf

Sometimes satiation is not always found through

food. It’s the company and the fullness we get by

being together and talking story. Of course, we

still talk about the food, the recipes, the stories

and the memories. The matrilineal force is

strong in all of us. We tell stories of our mothers,

our grandmothers, our daughters, our granddaughters,

and ourselves.

Nourishing our matrilineal legacy means mothering

and caring for one another, weaving our hair

together to catch each other in time of need and

to hold our island close.

Fina’denne’ Satdinas

- Onion

- Cherry tomato

- Coconut vinegar

- Donne’

- Sardines

Slice onion and cherry tomatoes

and combine with coconut vinegar

in a bowl. Add donne’, and gently

nestle the sardines in the mixture.

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Lumuhu

<<>>

To enact those memories in this life, I create.

Dream. Create again. Pastpresentfuture all

emanating from spiralized time. From and to,

yes, but throughout all, part of. An Indigenous

sensibility. A CHamoru sensibility.

(We are speaking of the language of beginnings.)

<<>>

Menu

- Red rice bowl with pickled papaya,

cucumbers and smoked salmon

- Turmeric, honey, apple cider

vinegar shrub with sparkling water

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Pulan Collective

Angela Carrier

Clarissa Mendiola

Kayana Leon Guerrero

Kerri Ann Borja

Lehua Taitano

Martha Duenas

Samantha Marley Barnett



Saina ma'åse to Carolyn Kuali'i of Kua'aina Associates,

Inc. for her guidance through the SF Indigenous Artist

Cohort program.

This project is made possible through a grant from the

San Francisco Arts Commission.

Brand Identity, Layout, and Website Design by:

Kayana Leon Guerrero

pulancollective.com




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