March 3rd, 2016 § § permalink
I have a small kitchen. All of my kitchens have been small, except the one in my first post-college apartment, in Boulder, Colorado. I’m pretty sure it is supposed to go the other way, that one’s living spaces should get larger over the course of a lifetime, but it also seems to be true that, the bigger the city, the smaller the kitchen. Hong Kong is a big city.
My current kitchen is better equipped than the one in my first HK apartment, which resembled the kitchen in a camper van. Here, at least, I have three burners (gas!) and a freezer that holds more than a few trays of ice. These are important improvements, because about ten months ago, my baby daughter started eating solid food.
September 5th, 2012 § § permalink
By the time the year is over, I will have attended five weddings. This breaks my 2008 record, a fact I’m commemorating by wearing all of the same dresses. Or at least the one(s) that still fit(s), a category which shrank significantly after the second wedding, in Spain, where all personal ham consumption records were shattered.
March 27th, 2011 § § permalink
On long flights, I’ve always figured that my time was spent better sleeping than eating, a preemptive strike against the inevitable jet lag.
May 16th, 2010 § § permalink
I got into a little bit of trouble back in high school.
February 6th, 2010 § § permalink
While cleaning out my mother’s house I discovered something about my father.
May 25th, 2009 § § permalink
When I eat steak I think of my father.
April 8th, 2009 § § permalink
When I was grown up and out of the house, my mother loved to send me little cards and packages around all of the holidays. I might get some candy corn for Halloween, and maybe a set of cookie cutters at Christmas. I would receive some chocolates, red hots, and (if I was lucky) heart-shaped cupcakes at Valentines day. Thanks to her, I have a collection of seasonally-themed cheese spreaders. These boxes started to arrive when I was in college and never stopped, no matter how far into adulthood I was.
December 28th, 2008 § § permalink
One year when I was in high school, my mother and her sisters decided to really mix things up. Instead of our traditional Christmas dinner of turkey and all of the trimmings, we would just have “a bunch of appetizers” — this was the phrase being tossed around — which people could eat at their leisure while opening presents and watching TV and playing games.
My grandmother was horrified.
May 30th, 2008 § § permalink
You have to break a few eggs to make an omelet. Or, in my case, drastically overcook some chicken to realize that the oven runs hot.
May 20th, 2008 § § permalink
There are people who recommend Chartier for the food, and those people should not be trusted. Others will tell you to go for the room, a time capsule of fin-de-siecle Paris left unchanged and, possibly, undusted since 1896.