In memory of Grandma.

Pork rice noodle rolls. Sashimi. Curry. Pork skewers. Grilled fish. Mayonnaise shrimp. Hot pot.

When I think of grandma, I think of all the meals she prepared for the family. For the 21 years I lived at home, grandma cooked the vast majority of dinners. Not only did she care about the taste, the presentation was equally important. She’d carefully choose which dinnerware to use; place the foods down with intention; portioned the amounts to make the dish look aesthetically pleasing. I always told her she was an “artist cook.” The cuisine changed depending on season, as she preferred buying groceries on sale, but the quality was always there.

Hot pot, 2013.
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Charline and Eugene, met.

“I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen?”

On Friday, 8/22, I was on the MRT (Taipei subway) on my way to dinner.

I hopped onboard and stood next to an English speaking couple. Two seats opened up soon and the three of us took those two seats. I asked where they were from.

Charline said she was from the United States, while Eugene said he was from Scotland. Continue reading “Charline and Eugene, met.”

Adrian & Bob, met.

I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen?

Yesterday, on 8/17/13, I sat at a table in Ronald Reagan National Airport awaiting my flight to Charlotte, North Carolina. Two pilots sat next to me sporting US Airways attire. I asked if they were going to be on my flight. They replied that they were on break and were attempting to fly home. Continue reading “Adrian & Bob, met.”