It hit me about a week ago that I’m pregnant. Last week I was 35 out of hopefully 40 weeks of pregnancy—took me awhile to catch on.
Last Monday I pulled my hip running my usual run. It now hurts to walk, so I officially waddle like a hardcore pregnant woman. And I have a chest cold, so whenever I laugh it sounds like I’m a smoker with rattley lungs. Continue Reading
A couple from our church had a precious baby boy about a month ago, so we signed up on the Care Calendar to bring them a much-needed meal. Continue Reading
Dom told me when he was a kiddo in primary school he took a stupid class.
In the class he learned how to cut fruit into flowers, which is popular in Thailand. I thought that sounded like an awesome class. But no, he said it was stupid because cutting fruit into flowers is a “girl’s job”. Continue Reading
Dom grew up in Sukhothai, Thailand. He was an adorable, skinny Thai kiddo with beautiful carmel colored skin and cute ears that stuck straight off his head.
Often he would wake up to the sound of his yaa (grandma) bok bok-ing garlic and chiles. The smell would rouse him from his dreams of finally getting to level 12 on the game he had played the night before at his town’s Internet cafe.
Bok, bok, bok!
I love the sound my red wooden mortar and pestle (krog saak) makes as I smash garlic and chiles while breathing in their intoxicating aroma.
My Thai hubby Dominic parked our scooter on the side of the red dirt road. We sat down on a worn, wooden table under a huge tree that slightly sheltered us from the 100 degree heat. Continue Reading
“I LOVE Thai! You can cook it?” our new friends will always say to Dom (my Thai husband) and I.
“We both love to cook. We can even go to your place and show you how to cook Thai if you want!” we always respond.
“YES! How about this Saturday?”