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.
“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?”