ABOUT THE BLOG
As a self-proclaimed undomestic goddess – a girl who doesn’t know how to clean, cook or sew – the closest I’ve been to Martha Stewart is the Bed & Bath section of Kmart in 1997. While it’s true that humans can carry on without Egyptian cotton sheets, living without food is a smidge tougher. Therefore, for pure survival, I have developed a (slightly costly) habit of going out to eat. Thank goodness my circuitous life has landed me in amazing food cities: First, Hong Kong, a city where chicken feet are considered standard fare and tea time is still alive and kickin’ (with a pinkie finger up, of course). Now, London, arguably the cultural capital of the world with culinary choices to match. From East to West, bok choy to blood sausage, hole-in-the-wall to Michelin-starred (a girl can dream, right?), this blog is a listing of my food forays.
Though originally born in China, I consider myself a Midwestern girl, thanks to nearly two decades of living in South Dakota, Nebraska, and Iowa. After graduating from university, I got a great opportunity to teach English in Hong Kong, a fabulous place for a twenty-something. I then decided to be on the other side of the lectern and am currently pursuing a graduate degree in London, England. In my free time, I enjoy writing (a holdover from my university degree in journalism), traveling, running (aka shuffling), sleeping, shopping (especially for shoes), reading, and – probably most of all – eating. A random assortment of my favorite foods/snacks/guilty pleasures include whole wheat pasta, edamame, tamales, frozen yogurt, tofu, pho, Thai green curry, Chinese dumplings, Stacy’s Pita Chips, better-than-sex cake, Tim Tams, and cupcakes. If you expect me to say “I’ve never met a food I didn’t like,” you’d be wrong – I don’t eat seafood, can’t stand stinky tofu, and usually keep a ten-foot radius from durian, an extremely pungent tropical fruit.
I greatly admire good cooks, though am far from one myself. Most of my creations in the kitchen are born from pure desperation, the point at which if I don’t eat, my stomach will eat itself. Apart from my lackluster culinary skills, I also struggle with ironing, dusting regularly, and making my bed. Perhaps someday, a very hungry man in a wrinkled shirt will bemoan his bad luck in marrying me. He will make both our lives so much easier the second he decides to hire a maid and a cook. And perhaps a driver; that would be nice too…
“What exactly do you do for a living? Eat?”
Unfortunately, no. I am currently a humble grad student.
“Why aren’t there many bad reviews on this blog?”
I see this blog as a resource for people looking for GOOD food in HK, London, and elsewhere. Therefore, I only steer readers to places I consider “of value”. I understand the importance of avoiding unfortunate food encounters, but I think life is too short to focus on the negatives! If you see a negative review, then you know I had a really bad experience and advise you to steer clear!
“Why don’t you eat seafood?”
It’s actually not a moral decision or anything as high-brow as that. Simply, I think sea creatures taste and smell…well, too fishy. There’s a Chinese word that describes this better: xing, which kind of means ‘stinky’ but in a seafoody/bad way. Anyways, I know that if I eat your mom’s/grandma’s/aunt’s/neighbor’s-cousin-once-removed’s salmon/tilapia/tuna/sole/swordfish it won’t be that xing, but by now, I’ve avoided seafood so long that trying to eat it is more of a psychological challenge.
“After reading your line about future hubbys hiring a maid, cook, and driver, I gotta ask: are you a golddigger?”