Super storm Jupiter is gone. It’s gorgeous out. It’s Super Bowl day, folks!It’s also that time of the year when Mr. Chi-Town happily finds yet another reason to fire up any grill. Weber, satay grill, fajita cast iron skillet, you name it. It’s an American ritual, and it’s fun. It kind of reminds me of Malaysia: Those …
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 …