November 18th: Let It Rain

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. 

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An Ode to Coffee

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.

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Impressions Matter

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.

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Skin Hunger

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.

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A First-Date Omelette

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.

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