I believe that one of the greatest fears of my family is me starving alone in the United States. Even after my constant reassurance that I can actually make decent food, they are still skeptical. It is true that my family have see my food posts on Facebook, but until recently, I realized that they thought I am googling food pictures and posting them. Well, I actually cannot blame them because I literally have never set foot in the kitchen back in Myanmar. I honestly don’t even know what the inside of my kitchen looks like back in Myanmar. But, still, I laughed so hard for a solid five minutes until my non-existent abs hurt. I just find it extremely entertaining that the idea of me googling and posting food pictures is more plausible for them than me holding a knife and actually cooking. (Way to have an absolute faith in me, mom). So, every time, a relative come visit California, my family would send loads of Burmese food that can easily feed a family of 10, in hope that I don’t starve. And, I am not even exaggerating.
Tuesday, July 19, 2016
Thursday, June 30, 2016
I never understand why Westerners practically freak out and cower at the corner at the thought of throwing a spontaneous dinner, brunch, or BBQ party. As far as I am concerned, it is practically me hanging out with my friends and family at the comfort my place with the food I like to eat. There is no expectation from them (well, at least I hope) to be impressed with my cooking skills. After all, I am not a chef and should not aspire to be one. The get-togethers are meant to be and should be about doing things that I normally do by myself, like ignoring the world over Instagram, being nosy about other people’s life or laughing maniacally over cute Internet cat videos, except that this time with friends and families. So, I cook accordingly to fit that mission.
Tuesday, June 14, 2016
My favorite question to ask to anyone is, “what is your go-to food when you want to wind down after a long day?” I personally think what a person considers as a “comfort” food depicts a deep narrative about the person. Comfort food, I believe, embodies more than just a pile of deep-fried carbs drowned with unethical amount of fatty goop, which ultimately make me feel intensely grossed out rather than comforted. What I crave in my personal comfort food is something that will remind me that the world is a safe place, full of calorie-free donuts and real life pokemons. I want to feel great before, during and after I have eaten the meal. Naturally, whenever I need shelter from my adult life, I always end up crawling back to my favorite childhood moments – eating noodles.