What’s even real about “traditional” Thai food anymore? I mean, every time I scroll Instagram, there’s some “reinvented” pad krapow with rainbow chili flakes or, I don’t know, truffle oil. My aunt? She’s convinced her pad krapow tastes exactly like it did in Khon Kaen in the ‘80s—way too much holy basil, zero Instagram nonsense, […]
Spices everywhere. Purple corn bag staring at me, like, why did I even buy this? Definitely didn’t plan on making chicha morada, but then my Peruvian friend went on about how it’s “just like her abuela made.” I caved. But honestly, does anyone mention how the real South American food stuff happens way off Instagram? […]
Okay, so I’m poking around my dinner—sashimi, a miso soup I swear never tastes the same twice, pickles that look like someone’s final art project—and suddenly I realize, it’s not even the food that’s getting to me. There’s just this sneaky, slow-burn satisfaction that hits after Japanese dinners. No fireworks, no “wow” moment, just, like, […]
Pomegranates everywhere, but somehow the juice costs more than a latte. Why? No clue. I asked a taxi driver about olive oil, and he just muttered, “If it doesn’t burn your throat, it’s a lie.” He’s been making his own since ‘94, so now I don’t trust the supermarket stuff. You haven’t really tasted Mediterranean […]