Lied der Mignon

After snoozing my trusty bedside clock for three consecutive times this morning, I said thank you to Jesus for a perfect Sunday past and a revitalizing stretch of sleep. It was a quiet Monday morning where the gentle purr of the furnace was as clear to my ears as the heaving exhales of some slumbering… Continue reading Lied der Mignon

all in eh?

"Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the result of other peoples' thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition." -Steve Jobs It's… Continue reading all in eh?

Frites with Benefits

Life is a tuber slumbering. In woe with worms and woodbugs and warmth        just enough. Life is a tuber     growing      fat. Underground     blind   and  quiet hard.                       Life is a tuber humdrum,      … Continue reading Frites with Benefits

I Will Always Love You

Prepare your heart, because I'm about to share with you a piece of mine: This. Spinach. Salad...for Dole National Salad Day. Love is a decision, a commitment, and fearless. Love is inclusive, simple, and is real. And it never, ever fails. So apparently, we make around two hundred and thirty decisions regarding food every day. (foodies… Continue reading I Will Always Love You

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

Heart Beets

It's almost Valentine's day, and the six hundred different tints of pink are starting to rose up my cheeks! I suspect it to be the young afternoon breeze warming up to the arrival of spring. Or maybe it's because the petals of my heart are awaking to seventeen years of toddler's slumber. Call me naive,… Continue reading Heart Beets