Happy Lunar New Year!
Hot pot for the win!
I love my famiry (-∞, 3)
(Do you get it? ‘Cuz less than three. <3)
Hot pot for the win!
I love my famiry (-∞, 3)
(Do you get it? ‘Cuz less than three. <3)
The only thing I dislike about this article and this situation is that it makes me feel bad about myself and my meager-in-comparison intelligence and accomplishments.
But f’yeah Lyndsey Scott for having beauty and brains, being able to exercise her creativity in such different, almost contrasting ways, and being a hard enough worker and a dedicated enough person to pursue all of the things she’s achieved so far! If she can do all that, I can drop 10 pounds and gain a little muscle, learn better Chinese, and do well in school for sure. Just gotta…turn on the…motivation…damnit…
My older cousin who has two little boys told me she didn’t want girls because there were just so many more frightening variables with girls. I know this is true enough. This isn’t meant, I’m sure, to marginalize a teenager’s, or even an adolescent’s desire…
Describe your understanding of the restaurant industry.
Describe your understanding of the restaurant industry??
What would you have me to tell you, tidbits on industry standards, food standard history, types of machinery I know you guys use, summarize ValueLine’s industry analysis? Should I discuss techniques? Do you want me to talk about growing up with relatives all involved in the restaurant industry as immigrants? Do you want me to talk about waitressing, do you want me to talk about my fast food experience? Do you want me to talk about my friend in Canada who’s a chef? Do you want to hear me ramble about random paragraphs of food history?
Do you want me to talk about going to Cognac and melting under their truffle mac & cheese, feeling uptight and constrained at L’Allegria even though all I wanted to do was devour the table, judging the crap out of Chinese restaurants and sushi bars owned by Cantos, stuffing my mouth with Alfa Bagels on special school days, realizing that going to Momofuku was the only good thing about that day trip, eating Korean barbecue with so many friends at once, walking through Chinatown and having youtiao and congee with black eggs, egg tarts and pork floss buns, deep-fried daikon cakes, scallion pancakes, driving around New Jersey with a man who’s shown me so much that I can’t help but still, still, still miss him so much it makes me want to cry?
Momofuku, what do you want me to tell you? It’s a two week internship. I was told I was over thinking it, but how do you properly think about something that means so much?
Why do I even want to do this anyway?
This is probably one of the coolest things I want off of Etsy. So simple seeming, but pretty darn awesome. Alas, I am but broke.
This inspires me and makes me feel so hopeless at the same time. I haven’t written in what feels like years, but is only really a few months and I’m kind of scared of trying to go back. I need to get a spine. But…
Hello drearies!
I’ve had this WordPress for quite a while and created it mainly to follow my culinary friend who’s currently based in Canada and whose WordPress is private. (And currently inactive, unfortunately!) So I decided it may be time to start writing, and that’s what this post is about.
I love sharing and discussing things that interest me, and those things range from insightful articles about gender, culture, and business, to books and short stories that catch my mind, to music, and to fragrances and sweets!
I’m going to try to post at least twice a week with a new article or a review, and I’m excited to start the journey 😀
Sincerely,
Yaya