She, in her pastel yellow denim, positioned herself in such a way that the diffused sunlight scattered from the disco ball hung at the window swam surrealistically across her back. Her hair, like Ms. Frizzle's, hid from my line of vision, her profile. I then proceeded to lift, from my cake caddie, the boxed lid,… Continue reading Thunderstruck
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Casually Pudding it Out
Last year, while in Montreal, I stumbled upon a little patisserie. The floorspace of that mignon location was (my eyes are searching for an appropriate comparison as I write this), no bigger than a couple of my dining room table's surface. It was quite astounding, really, the rate at which baguettes, boules, pain au chocolats,… Continue reading Casually Pudding it Out
Dude..
You'll laugh when I tell you this. I had a dream. Back in late October, so like seven months ago. And you know, in dreams, fantastical mash-ups happen. You end up sitting in public transit petting some queer hipster's siamese cat who stares at you and asks "How you doin'" and you answer that the… Continue reading Dude..
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
Au Four
Growing up at the fringes of a Taiwanese table, personalized dishes were a rare occurrence. Quite naturally, this rarity made me cherish small dishes and single-serves perhaps slightly beyond the level I ought to. To me, having my own plate gives me an illusory feeling of being a VIP, and also a heightened sense of care and innateness that went… Continue reading Au Four
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