It’s post Valentine’s Day. Here in the Great Plains, it’s one of those grey helmet days. If you’d been here in the Great Plains last week, you’d know that it was a drop-dead gorgeous day on Valentine’s Day. “Tis another day in paradise” as Mr. Chi-Town would say. Coming from the tropics, I felt as …
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 …
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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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 …
It’s little Ms. Bubbly’s birthday. She’s a doll all right — angel-faced with a perpetual twinkle in her bright brown-eyes. Her baby talk coupled with chuckles makes me the happiest grandma on the planet! Put Ms. Bubbly on an all fruit-berry diet, and she’ll be a happy camper. So says her beautiful mummy (my sweet …
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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 …