Calmness settles in the after. It’s a soft, contemplative atmosphere I roost in. I gym, I stir quietly over the stove, I hum as I clean, I sip coffee and smile at strangers over my cafe breakfast. I revel in a sense of quiet accomplishment.
But, after what seemed like the millionth Tinder text that began and ended with ‘are you good at sucking dicks’, reading in bed seemed far too mild an evening. Especially since I was now put in a mood to stab someone in the balls.Read more "November 17th: On my own"
I don’t know about you guys, but I find it virtually impossible to watch a movie about food and cooking and not immediately race to the kitchen after. Chef is definitely one of those movies.Read more "Mojo Pork and Cubanos ala Chef (2014)"
Those days, my uncle would come home from work nearby for lunch. There was always a good, strong cup of sugared black coffee waiting for him in the fridge, and five-year-old-me figured out that if I stood by the fridge and waited for him, he’d let me have a few sips.Read more "An Ode to Coffee"
In the interest of covering my ass, I’d like to say that I’m in no way trying to disrespect or appropriate anyone’s culture – I just really like chicken soup. And while I have a few recipes for chicken soup up my sleeve, this is my current favourite!Read more "Not-So-Jewish Penicillin"
It makes no sense that a blogger should have to proclaim this at all, but here we are anyway: I’m a writer.Read more "Chocolate and Chill"
It’s true that we eat with our eyes before anything else. I myself have been guilty of that ever-Asian trend, and if you haven’t been made aware of it, Google ‘Asians taking pictures of Asians taking pictures of food’ and you’ll catch my drift.Read more "Impressions Matter"