Dom had never seen or heard of broccoli growing up. Broccoli is a foreign veggie and never made it to his little town of Sukhothai, Thailand.
When he was 12-years-old, his grandma bought broccoli for the first time from the market and made it for dinner. Continue Reading
Even though it was so insanely hot on our last visit to Thailand in March, there was a huge benefit to going during the most intense part of Thai summer—we were in golden, sweet, sticky heaven since succulent Thai mangos were in season.
We were at a pit stop on our way from Krabi back to Bangkok eating at a popular noodle stand with Dom’s mom, sister and two friends. Even with a fan lazily spinning next to us, and being somewhat in the shade from the canopy above us, sweat still was dripping down my face and oozing down the back of my legs.
The only time I’ve seen my Thai mother-n-law in the kitchen in Thailand is when she was getting bowls from the cabinet and forks and spoons from the kitchen drawer to use with the food she bought from a street vendor on her way home from work.
I grew up in the South where everyone drinks sweet tea. I never liked it at restaurants though, and loved my grandma’s, mom’s, and aunt’s sweet tea versions best.
Growing up in Thailand, grilling out with the family during the summer was not something Dom did as a kiddo or adult. In Thailand, if you want something grilled, you just walk out your door, and sniff out a street vendor nearby grilling something spicy, and mouth-watering, and buy it. Why grill it yourself when it’s so cheap and delicious to just buy it on the street?
“Do you eat Thai food every day??”
Many of my friends ask me that after they find out I love making Thai food for my Thai hubby. And I’m sure many of you also wonder how our daily meals end up looking with an American girl, Thai hubby, and Thai-American son around. Continue Reading
We were starting to sweat again as the Bangkok heat wrapped its arms around us while we stood outside the doors of our Bangkok church, Newsong. During the church service our thoughts had drifted back to how we had fallen in love there, and all those magical memories. Now we were making plans for when to hang out with our friend Dwight while we were in Bangkok. Continue Reading
When we were eating at Japanese buffet place in Houston the other day I said, “Koph khun ka!” (Thank you!) to the server after she gave us our drinks. I don’t think she really heard me, thankfully, but Dom’s mom, sister (who are visiting with us for three weeks from Thailand) and Dom all chuckled at me.