Ok, I promise I won’t be as verbose this time. I just want to drop by to let you guys know that I am partnering up with Victoria Cookware to give away a tortilla press. I use this to make dumplings, but of course, I think you may be able to use this to make....I don’t know....a tortilla may be?
Haha, anyway, to enter, head over to my Instagram (Click Here), and follow the instructions.
Good luck. The winner will be announced on the 29th, and will be notified via Instagram direct message. The winner will have 48 hours to respond.
Showing posts with label asian. Show all posts
Showing posts with label asian. Show all posts
Friday, December 23, 2016
Sunday, December 18, 2016
Make your own ramen noodle
Disclaimer : None of the following is true. I think. Take
whatever I say with a bucket of salt.
I don’t believe much in palm tracing, crystal ball gazing or
tea-leaf reading, but I cannot say that I don’t totally believe in fortune-telling. For
instance, I proudly say there is no such thing as ghosts, but then again, I
would pee in my pants if I were forced to walk by a cemetery at midnight alone.
What if I see something remotely similar to those crazy pale, longhaired ghosts
in white dresses from Asian horror films?
Monday, November 28, 2016
Hainan chicken and the most aromatic garlic ginger rice
People to thank for this recipe
The story
This Hainan chicken and rice recipe is from my good friend
Chelsea’s family. Watching Chelsea and her grandmother cook together, and
patiently communicate with each other, despite language barriers, inspires me to
write the following story, which is dedicated to unsung heroes in my life.
While growing up with 22 people in Yangon, everything I had
ever wanted was my own room, and the freedom to not answer everyone whenever I
go out. Try answering to at least 5 people
every time you go somewhere, especially when these five people are strong,
stubborn single Asian aunts, who take no bullshit. Guilt often builds up fast. Even a casual hang
out with a friend starts to feel like you are committing an adulterous act.
Hence, I am entitled to blame all my current problems to the fact that I grew
up in a big household. Why are you late for class? I grew up with 22 people.
Why did you run red light? My aunts were overprotective.
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