February 3, 2019

An Evening at Cargot Brasserie

Food unites nutrition, agriculture, and the culinary arts, three of the things in life that make me tick. 

Two years ago, I sat in my communication professor's office telling him about my lofty dreams to combine photography, writing, and food into a project that's bigger than my blog. But what's the name of this job that I can work towards? Who's looking for someone to do this? 

January 20, 2019

9-11 Memorial Museum and The Frick Collection

11 am or so: The skies were clear blue, cloudless and bright. My doll jostled inside my oversized Tweety bird backpack with each bouncing step my 3-year-old feet took. Preschool ended early and abruptly. Our teachers shuffled quickly to steer us to the entrance of P.S. 128. I was the last to be picked up; it must have taken some time for the school to contact Mom who then had to call Grandpa at home. My tiny fist in his leathered hand, we rounded past our favorite corner pizzeria. Tugging on 爷爷's sleeves, I pointed to a thick, charcoal puff condensing above the distant skyline. "What is that?" Oh, it's probably a small fire somewhere. Don't worry, he patted my hand. I didn't.

January 13, 2019

Slow Cooker Green Chicken Chili

A warm chili for your upcoming Superbowl party or any night in with a good book. Throw all of the ingredients into one pot and you're set - cooking can't get any easier. 

January 6, 2019

Sunday Dialogues: Rollercoasters

Freshman year of high school, I developed an inexplicable desire in trying out for the basketball team... Without ever playing basketball (or any team sport for that matter). Sure, I could shoot free-throws, but could I handle the fast-paced aggression of a game? Would I voluntarily take a charge from someone twice my size? My piano teacher, fretting over the fingers she was priming for competitions and exams, had some choice words for my new interest. Regardless, I pioneered ahead and mysteriously found myself playing as a shooting guard/small forward.

Our head coach, B, was a loud, intimidating force. He would later become my AP Calculus teacher (and I the token victim of his teasing as involuntary teacher's pet), but I didn't have to wait until senior year to learn math from him. B taught me a lot, but I apply one lesson most often, perhaps because I've had to scramble between classes within 15 minutes: the quickest, most direct way to get somewhere is a straight line.

December 30, 2018

The Places I've Called Home

I've been a gypsy for most of my life, flitting from one community to another.