Fourteen years ago was the very first time I tasted ice cream. Before then I always had popsicles and shaved ice - all in the most traditional Taiwanese sweet flavours such as salted plum, duck egg, and longan muscovado. So you can imagine that late night, as my brother and I laid in our bunk… Continue reading des fraises pour ma cherie
Category: Sweet
Forever One, and Only
This morning, I said to my mother, "You look beautiful in that dress." And as she sat, across from the table, she couldn't help but smile. It was a breathtaking smile, the kind that's so bright that it becomes a white-washed photo in one's memory. Outside the window, drops of rain were beginning to fall,… Continue reading Forever One, and Only
Pastel Yellow: A Miniature
The best bakeries are almost never found in the spotlight, never on the side of congested streets, and never with shop signs that span the entire width of their storefront. I know this is quite a long ways since, but in December, during my vacation in Taiwan, I discovered an obscure little gem that to… Continue reading Pastel Yellow: A Miniature
Smooth
Surprising as it seems, summer is already standing at the tip of my nose - I can feel it. Not only do I find that my fingers are increasingly jamming their paddy tips into my eye sockets to alleviate their itch, my palms are also becoming hotter and more sluggish. As it seems, I need to… Continue reading Smooth
Salted and Sweet
For a length of time now I've been craving an oatmeal cookie. I specify not just any oatmeal cookie because want one that's firm, chewy, and sticks to your teeth. The battle between raisins and chocolate chips, with the latter winning amongst those not yet over the hump and the former claiming ground on the far side… Continue reading Salted and Sweet
Syrup and Snow
Gentle as the spring breeze may blow, her cutting chill still manages to penetrate into my guts and bones as I stand in romance with the picturesque country scenery just twenty minutes on foot from the warmth of my home. My numb fingers, pink from the biting cold, peek out from my mitten holes, and… Continue reading Syrup and Snow
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