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Home sweet home - where my mother's banana bread, bedside tales, and tender prayers dwell - I have decided, will not cease to exist because I moved 4,275 km from where I've spent the past ten years of my life. Just as Matthew 18:20 says: "Where two or three gather in my name, there am I with… Continue reading Two Baos in a Steamer
Recently I've been noticing the simmering of a modern phenomenon, one that bubbles up against convention, and one that, truthfully spoken, makes me quite simultaneously pleased and bereaved. This new truth of the era cries out "good cooks are not the pudgy ones you'd imagine". Yes, sure, with the dawn of refined sugar and mass… Continue reading Tierce de Picanterie
It's officially half a year since Christmas, and there is absolutely no sign of me missing glazed ham, pumpkin pie, nor cider. I mean, at the time, in the holiday spirit I did enjoy these things, but darling summer, who's crept up on me as if playing hide and seek here in the Valley, has… Continue reading RAWRrrr
While my (somewhat) equals hop into re-done cars with muscle-top apes, I retreat to my favourite shops and market in the more quiet extremes of town. Bruce's country market down by the riverside sits on the skirt fringe of my small enough gem-of-a-town Maple Ridge. It's also my salmon place. Yes, I'm a B. C. girl… Continue reading Green Fronds and White Froth
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
Last Friday, when I was spooning hummus (with my index finger), Magdalena made a fascinating remark. "If one day this girl breaks up with her boyfriend, instead of seeking comfort from a pail of ice cream, she'll be watching some chick-flick with a tub of hummus, which she would obviously make by herself." True. The… Continue reading She mutters
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