Next stop: Steveston. A picturesque little town. Mr. Chi-Town and I were awed by it’s beauty. Before exploring the area, we decided to grab some chow. They say when in doubt, ask the locals, so we parked the rental car and walked into Mary’s British Home, a little English-goodies/grocery store. The sights and smells of …
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It’s Day 4. What’s new? Cloudy, dribbly BC-style. But there’s just something about this cloudy-dribbly day. I hate to say it. It’s beautiful. So it’s brunch time. When it’s cold out, I crave for hot. Hankering for some wild Indian spices, we sped off to D.C. (Dosa Corner). Lamb curry X-TRA spicy was highly recommended …
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Meet Fluffy, a 2 lb. eggplant. 🙂When I first set my eyes on Fluffy, I knew I had to take her home. I visualized Fluffy transforming into this light, crispy, no-meat, delicious TV dinner. After downing that heavy-duty ramen yesterday (oh please check my previous blog post), I needed to give my gut a …
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When the good old faithful alarm went off this morning, I thought “It’s here!” The much awaited Friday of all Fridays, folks! Friday, 5th, 2017. Wrapped everything up around 4:30 P.M., I cleared my office desk, and walked home along the deserted parking lot of the campus. Yes, I was feeling mentally exhausted yet excited. …
Sometimes when a mountain of scary essay grading awaits, I instead grab two dark Trader Joe’s chocolate almonds and pop them into my mouth. They say good things come in twos, right? I know I need a break and call Mr. Chi-Town. In his man cave, he’s happily messing with his beloved one called “stereo.” …
I was swamped! These past couple of weeks, I found myself at the bottleneck of the semester — can’t live, can’t die kind of a time. Me? Workaholic? Hehe, yea, kinda. Everything’s got to be just so. My international students mean a lot to me. So here I am like Arney, the Terminator. It feels …
Breakfast here in the Great Plains is usually a tall glass of green juice first thing in the morning. I do switch it up with eggs once in a while. I fondly remember a time when Mr. Chi-Town and I would hop on to Route 66 and head for our favorite Trading Post. We’d split …
Shameless? Indeed! So what? I went for seconds. And on top of that, I took a shot at this lovely, memorable slice of roasted chicken sitting cozily on a messy dinner plate. It’s my plate, so what? The white meat was super moist, super tender. The crispy skin had an interesting savory bits of spices …
Armed with a pair of thick-lensed glasses and a steady hand, my late father would grab a ready-for-the-pot pasture-raised hen or a rooster on certain Sunday mornings. Watching the rather cruel fowl raid, the rest of the hen gang would raise a ruckus! I wasn’t a happy camper. Our home-raised, pretty chicks were my pets. …
When I think of noodles, the thought of my late tiger mom’s old-fashioned, peasanty stir-fried “mee hoon”(thin rice noodles) comes to mind. They were just down-to-earth, and super delicious! In a hot wok, she’d toss the noodles with garlic, onions, bean sprouts, thin soy sauce, her very-own pasture-raised eggs, and fresh-off-the-boat prawns. Often she’d pack …