In response to Asian hate, this is how I hope my Asian-American children will be seen and love about being Asian-American.
I want my Thai-American children to grow up so grateful that they are image-bearers of God who He made Asian-American.
In response to Asian hate, this is how I hope my Asian-American children will be seen and love about being Asian-American.
I want my Thai-American children to grow up so grateful that they are image-bearers of God who He made Asian-American.
The other night, I asked my Thai Hubby what he wanted for dinner. His one request was, “Anything you can make in one pan!”
Do you have the same problem as me? You get so lost in the wonder of cooking that by the end of the night you’re astonished to see an unwieldy tower of dirty pots and pans you now have to clean up?
I raced down the Skytrain’s steps as I saw the red bus pull up with number 47 emblazoned at the top. I gasped as I made it right as the driver squeaked open the doors.
You gaze at the traditional wooden banana boats with bright red, blue, and yellow flags tied to their bows, happily bobbing in the turquoise Andaman Sea. The white sand you are walking on is so fine it doesn’t even stick to your feet, but falls off like dust the moment your barefoot lifts off the ground.
“Hey! We are getting Thai tonight, but I always order the same thing, Pineapple Fried Rice. I want to try something else, but don’t know what’s good. What should I order??” One of my dearest old friends texted me the other day.
“A Thai-style roasted turkey? That sounds like a turkey I’d actually want to eat on Thanksgiving!” my friend replied after I told her I was going to make a Thai roasted turkey this year for Thanksgiving.
Thai Hubby and I both zoomed back in time yesterday. Our first bite of rad na, aka lad nah, aka wide rice noodles with gravy, pork and Chinese broccoli was our Delorean that took us there. Continue Reading
Thai Basil is on the left and Holy Basil is on the right.
Last summer, my Thai Hubby and I and our kids walked into a small stall at our local farmer’s market that was packed with any herb seedlings you could imagine that you could grow at home.
We were meandering around, enjoying the warm summer mountain air as our four kids slurped melting watermelon popsicles from a nearby stand, when all of the sudden, my Thai Hubby said, “Look!!” and pointed at a plant with a small handwritten sign that said, “Thai Holy Basil”.
We were wandering the many aisles at Costco, where many happy food stories start. My Thai Hubby had found a bag of mini rainbow peppers, and on the bag was a bright, colorful picture of them being stuffed with yummy goodies. We looked at the adorable mini stuffed peppers, and had a light bulb moment! “Let’s make a Thai version of a stuffed pepper!”
