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.
It’s an abstract sort of concept to grasp, the idea that it’s possible to hunger for the human touch. We’ve all felt it – to be sure, in different ways, but we’re all human, and to be human is to want the companionship of others like us.Read more "Skin Hunger"
Otherwise known as Unscrambled Eggs.
First dates are filled with expectation and the excitement of the unknown. With the beloved perpetrator of this recipe, it was all bliss, all joy, and a full year of domestic, familiar affection.Read more "A First-Date Omelette"
The first time I ate at Serai was close to eight years ago. I was a fresh-faced college student at the time, and my then-boss had brought the whole team out to try what he’d called ‘the best Nasi Ulam in town’.Read more "A Comforting Familiarity"