Getting to my final year, I had an existential crisis—I hadn’t done an exchange semester yet...Read More
Living half your life in the West and the other half in the East would render one ripe for an identity crisis...Read More
I am in love with a country I have yet to visit all because of the stories from my uncle and all the ways he filled our lives with this culture…Read More
I’ve moved countries again and this year I’ll be in Germany, home of the Weinächtesmarkte, spending the Christmas period in the cold with Glühwein and Kartoffelklöße to keep me from freezing…Read More
The meal is comforting but a little bittersweet, since the usual suspects aren’t around the dining room table tonight for this adventure with my Lola’s written recipes. The food just didn’t seem as complete without my Lola hovering over us to see if we’ve gotten enough sauce over our rice mounds…Read More
To call it just a meal trivializes it. It’s an event, a ceremony even…Read More
That simple meal became an exquisite engagement of all the senses - we pieced apart the flaky, buttery roti, swirled it in the rich red and oranges of the curry to agitate the spicy aromas and scooped up some egg towards our lips - all whilst surrounded by the gentle sounds of fresh batter sizzling on the hot plate...Read More
Before speaking to my mom, I believed I had no habits to uphold as an adult living on my own, but perhaps I was wrong…Read More
Girl follows boy to foreign country, boy leaves girl there, girl falls in love with country (or food of said country) and decides to stay….Read More
TCK TOWN Recipe Book
A luscious, mouth-watering Lebanese dessert and one of Lebanon’s most traditional sweets.Read More
As a three-year-old, you once suddenly said to your father: “Papa, you are brown.” And he gently took you to mirror and stood beside you as said, “Yes Chook-Chook, and so are you.” The answer seemed to satisfy you then. But there will be times when it won’t and you’ll wish you were whiter, lighter and eating ‘Australian’ for dinner...Read More
My earliest memories are of traveling back and forth on ‘Mr. Continental’ and ‘Mr. American’ from Honduras to Illinois, to see Grandma and Grandpa at Christmas time and feed the cows. When we were there, we spoke English and ate Krispy Kreme donuts. When we were back home, we spoke Spanish and ate beans and tortillas...Read More
I sit there. Sweaty. Hungry. Flushed. Embarrassed, but humoured. This was the first time I had ever used chopsticks, been to a Vietnamese restaurant, or laid eyes on tea ornaments (flasks)...Read More
Spare me the cake and candles and let me celebrate how I like it best...Read More
I revelled in the power of my many homes. I sit in my room for hours and listen to that Thai singer.
and muse about the camels from my Arab home...
Holy shit. It’s still alive! Okay. Oh my god. Okay. OH MY GOD...Read More
Thin layers of soft juicy meat interlaced with melted cheese and coated with the holy trinity of sauces, our meal became a chemical reaction of magical proportions...
When planning a party, my go-to is to mix things up. I’ve found that including a flavorful assortment of people has always guaranteed my most memorable events...Read More
The finger bowls are filled with water and shy curling lemon zest. We watch the figs hold their breath in honey, huddled together for us to share...Read More
They all swoon over the bearded bakers, and on numerous occasions one or two customers have told me that they’d been following the gentlemen on their journey around Melbourne’s suburbs...Read More