I placed my order at my favorite char kway teow stall. The uncle heats up his worn cast iron wok. With a well-practiced hand, he portions out the right amount of noodles, all the while keeping an eye on the smoking oil. The noodles hit the wok in loud sizzle as the charcoal flames lick
Read MoreSome times it’s not the fanciest places, the oversized plates with half-eaten portions, the name of dishes you can never pronounce. It’s not the silver cutlery and perfect napkin squares, figuring out which spoon is for soup, which for dessert. It’s not the ambient music, clink of crystal goblets and hushed conversations. Sometimes it’s
Read MoreI turned 23 with considerably less fanfare this year. There was no fancy ten course dinner with my favorite suckling pig, no custom made cakes or beautiful dresses, my hair and face wasn’t made up to look like someone attractive. I turned 23 dressed in my pajamas and had McDonalds for dinner. The brother bought
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