Midnight Supper Series: Fried Rice.
The earliest memory that I have of Mama was her in the kitchen, bent over our stove. I remember standing up on my tippy-tippy toes, peering into the wok. I was curious about what Mama was cooking, but also afraid of the splattering oil, the loud clanging cutlery. It was around this very stove that
Read More#iaremunyeeinsydney: Devon Cafe.
Late mornings, early cravings. I woke up next to you and I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming – that you weren’t a figment of my over-active imagination. You were still fast asleep, so I watch the steady rise and fall of your chest. You must be dreaming – I wonder
Read More#iaremunyeeinsydney: Black Star Pastry and Cafe.
I went to Sydney to get away from it all – from the hustle and bustle of work, the noise, the people, the crowd. I needed a sensory break from the familiar and the routine. I feel myself burning out and I needed to recharge, revitalise, rejuvenate. I flew 6585km to the land down under because I
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