The land stretches before us, seemingly without end. We left Christchurch but half an hour past though it seems like an eternity now. Life sometimes get in the way. Routines get derailed. Looking at the fields that fly past us as we drive, I tell … Continue readingCanterbury
The zhēnglóng are stacked up mountain high. Or at least as high as bamboo steamers go. Hills, perhaps. Once uncovered, they reveal fluffy bao, buns made with a batter similar to that used for fatt koh. These are called momo in the Hock Chew dialect … Continue reading“Momo”
One tuk tuk after another fly by us. Street vendors push their carts of mangoes and pomegranates. The aroma and song of chestnuts being roasted in a large wok. A canopy of cables above our heads. Some shops sell gold, others shark’s fin. It’s nothing … Continue readingThe rhythm of Yaowarat
We have just finished our katte don, our bowls of “choose your own sashimi” toppings on vinegared sushi rice. Still I’m not satisfied. I need something sweet. “Let’s get some soft serve.” The Kushiro Washo Ichiba market isn’t the first place one looks for ice … Continue readingSomething sweet