One day I opened the fridge, looked inside the veggie drawer and there were vibrant purple cabbage, bright orange carrots and crisp green onions staring at me merrily. Then on our kitchen counter there were cute light violet shallots delicately sitting there. As I took in the bright rainbow of colors, a Thai fusion dish started to pop up in my mind. Continue Reading
My Thai hubby doesn’t like Thai curry. Isn’t he weird?
He says it’s because many Thai desserts have rich coconut milk as their base, so he grew up believing that coconut milk, which many Thai curries are laden with (which is why I like them), is meant to be eaten for dessert. Continue Reading
I went back to Thailand this week.
Well, my tongue did at least. Dom surprised me and took me to eat at Spin Modern Thai Cuisine in Austin. It’s right down the street from us, which will now make our trips to Thailand take five minutes instead of 26 hours.
We gazed at the Grand Tetons towering off in the distance as we drove down the deserted two-lane road to Leeks Marina and Pizzeria, which sat on the shores of Jackson Lake in Moran, Wyoming. It was the end of May, so snow still crunched under our feet in the parking lot, and we had to run into the warm pizza joint before the cold crept beneath our coats. Continue Reading
I had my eyes closed and was praying for Dominic before he went to work when it happened. BAM! He slammed into the F-150 in front of our Subaru Forester. I screamed at the top of my lungs, which made Rocco wake up screaming. And after realizing we were all ok, my first thought was, “Can I still go teach my Thai cooking class??” Continue Reading
Sometimes I get a little too adventurous with thai cooking…especially when I’m making a weeknight meal and have a 5-month-old son to hang out with at the same time. Continue Reading
Dom’s grandma put the two silver baht coins in Dom’s small caramel colored hand before he walked out the door. He held them tight as he ambled down the dusty path with huge, yellow-green banana leaves occasionally brushing his skinny legs. Sweat beaded on his brow as he wished yet again that he lived somewhere cold. Continue Reading
“I’m going to make you and Dom a Thai dinner using recipes from your blog while you are in North Carolina for the holidays!” my friend Rochelle told me on the phone.
I was never a fan of tasteless American instant noodles—the ridiculously cheap ones called Maruchan Ramen that give legit Japanese ramen a bad name. In college I always resorted to Easy Mac for a quick meal over Ramen.
Dom and I on one of our first dates in Thailand. He asked me if I had eaten yet. I said no. He fixed that.
Dom called me during his lunch break the other day. After saying hi we both started to say the same time in Thai, “Have you eaten yet? What did you eat?” Continue Reading