After an evening of great galbi, we woke up to a lazy, pre-Valentine’s Day Sunday morning. So what’s next? How about breakfast at Tee’s? No, nothing expensive Think Comfort food + Romantic + Pleasurable + FAST. During the brain-storming session, Mr. Chi-Town and I kept coming back again and again to the one-and-only superstar of …
Hi, I’m back! Want to know what happened to my Get Your Kicks Galbi? They’re all gone… But I have the recipe! I can make it any time I want. You can make it any time you want, too. But before that, shall we get back to the question I last left you with? So which is …
Here’s my 15 year old beautiful red bud tree. Like a bird’s eye chillie, she’s one tough cookie. Sadly, she lost a branch during last year’s ice storm. When the going gets tough, this lady keeps going. Today, she’s Jupiter’s work of ice art. Look! She’s so pweeedy! Everything is so quiet and peaceful here …
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What do you do when the mighty ice storm hits, the roads are frozen solid, and there’s no where to go? I pipe dream. I pipe dream of food. Good food like Chicago good food. As I sit here by my frozen window in the middle of nowhere in the Jupiter-hit Great Plains, I close …
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Did you hear about it? Well, it’s here. It’s a biggie, they say. And they named him aptly: Jupiter. Here’s the (imaginary) conversation big Jupiter and I had last night. As it Cooks: Hey Jup! So what do you have in store for us? Jupiter: The usual suspects. You know– sleet, freezing rain, ice accumulations …
I miss “ikan” (fish). Like fishballs. The Malaysian kind, of course. The kind sold by that Chinese aunty or uncle in the fresh markets. These fish-white and marble-sized fish balls were the freshest ever! They were springy, meaty, and the kind that’s to die for especially when added to piquant tom yum broth or fiery …
Spicy fried chicken. You know the kind that’s prepared and cooked just so, is one of those little joys in life when I was growing up. I used to be a big fan of my tiger mom’s fried chicken. The way she made it was like none other. Then, I got a taste of the …
Finding Ipoh. Here in the Great Plains? No way? Way. I’m pining for “ikan bakar” (in Malay it means “grilled fish.”). Seriously, folks. And I want it now before anybody else. If I could flee the Great Plains for a day, and be a fly drooling on the wall of the corner hawker stall called …
“Bold. Dark. Creamy and “Kau-Kau”. That’s how the girl loves her tiramisu. In Malaysia, “kau-kau” (pronounced as”cow-cow” means “strong”.) This special birthday dessert is dedicated to Nina, my second daughter. A night owl, she helped me breathe life into this blog. Wouldn’t a Red Dirt Tiramisu be the perfect pick-me-up for her? So what’s the story on …