I'm going to push my opinion-quota by saying that the US is the least tea-cultured among the other places I've lived in (Taiwan, Vancouver, Hong Kong
Sometimes I get a little personal when I take a stroll through the expansive, razzle-dazzling and star-crusted cosmic jungle that is food-blogosphere. I really don't mean to compare I really don't. Wise man once said that
There were many aspects in life turned unexpectedly different after moving to Beijing. I didn't expect that in any foreseeable lifetime, I'd accessorize a biking trip to the grocery with an industrial-grade gas-mask instead of a summer straw-hat. I didn't expect neither that instead of battles on sample sale weekends, I'd be fighting other choking victims online in a gas-mask-shortage-frenzy when the days get worse. Yah I know there's a general wisdom to be applied here somewhere
I know I know there must be a food-blogger authority staking-out behind a cyber-corner, waiting to ticket me just as soon as I violate the meter by hitting the "publish" button (just any second now
If you hoard much. You know, unable to let go trunks of junks that's jamming your life, and aren't quite sure what the normal reaction is when you look down on a shampoo bottle where the shampoo is long gone (hi Jen) , or that your loved ones take great pleasure to be on a reality show as the world watches you being eaten away by your own shame. Yeah, hoarders. You keep everything. It's a disease and I'm your new BFF. Because I let go of possessions beautifully. I trash donate things with a clean swift cut-throat almost artful peeerfection (someone needs this cheetah-print denim more than I do). And I extend my virtue to touch those in need around me - may or may not be with consent - by trashing donating their shit for them, too. They're welcome. So naturally as a non-keeper I was hoping I could avoid this question. It emerged out of nowhere tickling my conscience after my very first batch of almond milk but I was too excited to respond to guilt. Then it came the second time (how coincidentally) after the second batch of almond milk as the phrase "world hunger" briefly wobbled across my
I'm mega-watt sick guys. Really. STAY AWAY on the other side of the computer and try not to touch the screen I am highly contagious! This is like the 100+ times I've gotten sick since I moved to Beijing because my unevolved Canadianess is no match for China's uber-advanced virus. My further disrespect for it led me to go out for a night of harmless chatters over my favorite Sichuan face-torching/throat-choking dishes, which left me MUTED after I came home. MUUUTED, people. Paralyzed and powerless even when I saw a lift of a leg at the sofa across the apartment (!!!!
I am a quitter. Yup, I am. My life has been a progression of consecutive quitting and frankly I'm surprised I haven't ended up a
It's barely spring and the apartment isn't even warm yet, but these days every root vegetables in my kitchen seems to be in a hurry to grow up. There's a pot that my cleaning lady set by the window with green stalks surging so high that I almost thought she was bribing me back (aww, you shouldn't have