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.
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Before I went to Thailand, the farthest my seafood palate extended was fried fish sticks. Most American seafood tasted fishy and bland to me, eww!
But once I hit the streets of Bangkok, I loved trying any Thai food placed in front of me, especially Thai seafood dishes. Continue Reading
“I want soup!” My Thai Hubby said last week while I was writing our weekly menu for the week. Continue Reading
In June for a couple of days there were 8 of us staying in our two bedroom Austin apartment. We were spread all over from our closet, to an air mattress on our kitchen floor. Continue Reading
Thai beef jerky?! I was hesitant to try it at first because I’m not a fan of American beef jerky. But since I’m madly in love with almost every Thai food I try, I decided to take a bite.
I don’t know about you, but when I’m traveling abroad for a few weeks, if I start craving any kind of American food, it’s usually not something healthy, instead it’s Chick-Fil-A spicy chicken sandwich, homemade gooey brownies, or crispy sweet potato fries.
Thai Pineapple Fried Rice changed my life forever.
It was the first Thai dish I ever tasted. I had it in Chapel Hill, NC with my first Thai friend, Yui. She was studying abroad at UNC Chapel Hill with me, and we were conversation partners
Every other Sunday, when we were just married and living in Bangkok, Dom and I would have lunch with Dom’s mom and my Thai sister-n-law Oi who was just a teenager. Continue Reading
From the month that my Thai sister-n-law, Oi, and Thai mother-n-law spent with us at our home in Austin, some of my favorite memories are of in the kitchen cooking Thai food with Oi. Continue Reading
I raced down the Skytrain’s steps as I saw the red bus pull up with number 47 emblazoned at the top. I gasped as I made it right as the driver squeaked open the doors.
