Last night I watched Seaspiracy, a Netflix documentary I was a few months late to jump on, as I munched on dinner - a plate of stir fried Manila clams, dressed nostalgically in the green, red, and white of Thai basil, fresh chilies, and Ontario summer garlic. Before aggressively thumbing the "OK" on my remote,… Continue reading Seaspiracy – a broad stroke
On all sides
Feet planted on the side of twenty that rounds up to thirty, repose looks lavish and breathing feels like it's done six feet under water. When I'm in a crowd, I fear I say too much. When I'm alone, I'm afraid I have nothing to say. Self censorship is an unceasing drone of off-white noise… Continue reading On all sides
Fusion and Authenticity
Before I begin, please thank @nim_ds. She's the reason you all have access to this recipe, because she DM'd me and requested it. So just another reminder (shameless plug??), the recipes that make it onto Coco et Cocoa are a subset of the dishes I share on Instagram, and since neither IG nor C&C are… Continue reading Fusion and Authenticity
The Diasporic Predicament
Flog this shit. Am I angry? Yeah, positively pissed. A bit at the perverse prose Western society continues to feed the brainless public, which at this particular point in time happens to be pathetically paralyzed by its own paranoia, but more undeservedly at myself, as a member of the model minority meekly should. Sick and… Continue reading The Diasporic Predicament
12 Cookies of Christmas
Barely two weeks into 2021, and I want to crawl back into the comparative comfort of 2020. Here I am, writing this introduction to this first post of the year at 8:41pm Pacific time, with a loaf of zucchini bread that keeps asking for another 15 minutes in the oven, and Debussy's Estampes trickling from… Continue reading 12 Cookies of Christmas
The irony of eel and cabbage
At that age, I couldn't fully grasp the realities that strapped my mother. Parents shield their children from so much, don't they? But with what limited understanding I could wring from my observations, even this was obvious: in the months where the days were short and when the air breathed ice onto lawns, she had… Continue reading The irony of eel and cabbage