food
Colonialism walks into a chop bar
February 2016: I have gone to a chop bar and bought fufu with what soup I cannot remember.
When I got to work I found time to call my mother to ask about little Mirna
She said she was okay, like always, but I think she lies sometimes so I can focus in my job.
I had four more mangoes
I figured that if I ate one after every half hour, they would last me the film's entire two-hour duration. Quick maths.
The Haircut
Though they would probably never admit to agreeing on anything if they were to meet, the Hindu fascist in New Delhi and the diasporic Muslim in Baltimore had made the same assumption.
In the bedding section, I asked a sales associate for a wool blanket
“Only fleece,” she said. “It’s not scratchy.”
I finally decided on nine dishes, if you count dessert
Nathan made me cut three. I said I would but didn’t.
Praying for Work
Having grown up with hyper-religious black aunties, I knew that when the woman’s teary eyes met mine I was supposed to join her in prayer.
Living to Eat in Taiwan
The best chance for a restaurateur in Taiwan is to be good-looking, win some kind of international competition, and also have switched careers to pursue a driving passion involving food.
