I go places, eat things, and write it all down — so you feel like you were there too.
The oldest Chinatown in the world offers an overwhelming sensory experience. I went for the siopao. I stayed for the hand-pulled noodles hidden in the narrow back alleys.
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My lola preferred it mouth-puckeringly sour. My mom liked a gentle tang. I've been trying to find the version that tastes like both of them.
Read the entry →"The barista took ten minutes to make my coffee. I didn't check my phone once. I'm not sure what that says about me, but I've been thinking about it since."
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I grew up in a family restaurant in the province, watching my grandfather cook over a wood-fired pugon. That kitchen is where my curiosity started. This journal is where it continues.
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