A few weeks after I got to Bangkok, I ordered Pad See Ew (Soy Sauce Fried Noodles) for the first time at a food stall in a cozy soi (alleyway). I loved the food vendor’s quaint wooden benches and how it was under a little building so there was some shade.
“I love that I can finally cook again!” I told my friend on the phone.
“Wow, I’m never that excited about cooking!” my friend said, laughing at me.
As I was placing the array of toppings for my Thai Noodle Bowl on my counter, I had a flashback. Continue Reading
I taught another Thai cooking class on Pad Thai this week to my Mothers’ of Preschoolers (MOPS) small group friends. While teaching it I was reminded how for me the hardest part about making Pad Thai is getting the rice noodles just right. Continue Reading
I was craving Pad See Ew so bad I felt like I was about to throw a tantrum on the floor like my three-year-old does if I didn’t eat it today. Continue Reading
My Thai sister-n-law Oi was looking at a Thai recipe on her computer, and got super excited. I asked her what it was, and she said it was a Thai omelette with Mama (Thai instant noodles) and cheese, and I thought I heard her wrong. Continue Reading
I had written out our weekly menu earlier in the week, but for Wednesday I had written “Random”— aka I had run out of ideas for what to make for dinner, so I thought I’d figure it out later. Continue Reading
It. was. so. hot. 110 degrees with 87 percent humidity hot.
We were in Bangkok sitting inside a restaurant chain called Kin Kao Kin Pla, which is what my Thai hubby calls a “hiso” restaurant (hiso means high society, but we consider hiso restaurants in Bangkok anywhere that isn’t a street vendor and in an air-conditioned building). 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.