Lemony lemongrass, spicy Thai chilis, crisp red onion, power greens, fresh cilantro, a kick of ginger, and of course a little garlic and fish sauce, and….
What?! Thais use canned tuna in their cooking and still make it taste like a flavor explosion of healthy goodness?! Continue Reading
Dominic and I both zoomed back in time yesterday. Our first bite of rad na, aka lad nah, aka wide rice noodles with gravy, pork and Chinese brocolli was our Delorean that took us there. Continue Reading
Isn’t it frustrating when translating something from one language to another and the power behind the words in one language just disappears once it’s translated?
Yam Khai Dao, translated from Thai to English as Fried Egg Salad, just doesn’t have the same magic in English as it does when I think about it as Yam Khai Dao.
Anyone get me?
Soothing. That’s what comes to my mind when I think of Tom Kha Gai, aka Thai Coconut Chicken Soup with Galangal. It calms my heart with every bite. Continue Reading
The soothing, comforting smell of Thai massaman beef curry is wafting through our house as I sit typing this, and my dear old crockpot is doing all the work for me.
The moment my eyes open in the morning, I am ready to eat. If I wake up early, I can’t go back to sleep because my stomach starts to growl and gently pulls me to the fridge. But usually I don’t mind since I have a little love affair with breakfast. Continue Reading
“Pumpkin is eaten as a dessert in America? What?!”
That was my Thai family’s response when they heard Americans put pumpkins in a pie and call it a dessert, and that it’s supposed to be good. Continue Reading
When my Thai mother-n-law and Thai sister-n-law were here this summer, this is silly, but I felt like my kids were taking a test that I had been prepping them for every day since the last time we saw his family. Continue Reading
The first time my Thai Hubby had a burger was when he was 26 years old. He was in Bangkok hanging out with some farang (aka American) friends at a mall called Paragon, which when I walked into I felt like I had entered a modern-day palace and couldn’t believe it was just a mall.
My sweet little 8-month-old had a fever most of the week, so for most of the week my heart felt weighed down with a 500 pound barbell as I looked at her sad, droopy, big eyes that are usually playful and bright, and snuggled her listless body into my arms, which is usually crawling all over the house nonstop.