Just because you barbecued that tongue next to a road doesn’t make it a cuisine I didn’t attend the World Street Food Congress a fortnight ago in Singapore but the outcomes from it seem to have devolved into the basest discussion of street food: name-calling, jingoism and fear of foreigners at once romanticising and ruining… Continue reading Street food isn’t a cuisine: it’s food that happens to be outside
Category: Location
Faux Pho
Originally sent: 10 October 2005 About this series Pchum Ben, a holiday to appease the spirits of the dead, happened last week. Most Cambodians leave Phnom Penh to give offerings of food at their local pagoda to ensure that their deceased relatives don’t return from the grave to stalk the earth as a hungry legion… Continue reading Faux Pho
Keeping it Riel
Originally sent: 23 August 2005 About this series M and I recently has four day weekend in Bangkok which was great for all the wrong reasons: my personal highlights were going to the movies; eating Mexican food, smallgoods, and two and half pork-fuelled hours of yum-cha; and staying in a carpeted room. M picked the… Continue reading Keeping it Riel
Your funds buy my food security.
The Jonas family grows pork that makes most other pork taste like that foamy pizza topping ham-substitute. If you’ve ever planned to cut down on how much meat you eat and then reward yourself with the best, this is it. You’ll remember where you were the first time that you ate it. Tammi Jonas is… Continue reading Your funds buy my food security.
“They can’t drink the alcohol or woo the ladies”
Originally sent: 27 June 2005 About this series I’m in Battambang: which is famous across Indochina for its decrepit colonial French architecture, raunchy statues of garudas having their way with apsaras and a state of sleepiness that gives the lack of English expressions for somnolence a bad name. Since the Khmer Rouge stopped firing rocket-propelled… Continue reading “They can’t drink the alcohol or woo the ladies”
Ratspotting
Originally sent: 12 May 2005. About this series. I spotted my first rat on the way to work this morning which was the size of a small pony. It was headed in the direction of my house. Things bode ill. I’ve just finished my first few weeks of work and it has been incredibly hard… Continue reading Ratspotting
I like your old stuff better than your new stuff.
I get this, often. Writing was more of a priority when I was virtually unemployed in Cambodia with no responsibility whatsoever rather than holding down a full time job that I enjoy and being a somewhat responsible parent. Circumstances have changed a little. Like anyone who writes, I’ve got a whole lot more unpublished old… Continue reading I like your old stuff better than your new stuff.
A trending history of Australian home-baked goods
The relative Google search volumes for various popular Australian cake recipes.