Saturday, November 28, 2009
Thai Thanksgiving
Saturday, November 21, 2009
The Kitchen Tour
Everyone who comes into the kitchen first visits the hand washing station, complete with paper towel and soap dispensers- quite possibly the first of its kind in Chiang Mai
6 burner stove and. . . that's right- a griddle! And a hood with and exhaust fan
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Here and There and Anywhere
I made green eggs and ham for our breakfast guests.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
Just eat the blossoms
I was eating this delicious soup for lunch and I couldn't identify the green leaves. Guess what they are? Morning Glory! And they taste prettier than they look!
Friday, November 13, 2009
Tour of the Garden, Part One
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Thai-lenol
Oh, green aprons. American pharmacists cheerfully passing out elixirs for every flavor of ailment. I’d like a tall homesick latte. For the price of one tall beverage, a family could buy 12 pineapples. (what they would do with a dozen pineapples, I don’t know. Actually, I have a few ideas. . . I’m thinking caramelized over ice cream)
Right next to the coffee shop is a pharmacy that passes out prescription(less) drugs like cappuccinos- except a lot cheaper. We laugh at the amoxicillin, valium and Deet 95 alongside peppermints and purell- but are blind to what we sell over our counters.
What do we seek relief from? What ails us, America?
It must be intense.
Because it drives us through tropical storms and suicidal street traffic to this corner. This hopeful coffee corner.
We are the junkies. We shell out for hit after hit, unaware that the whipped cream on top of this afternoon’s jolt could pay for a mother’s child to put down his selling-flowers and play somewhere far from the glow of red lights. For tonight.
And across the street there is a different bar, selling different drinks. And different pharmacists offer different elixirs. They wear different uniforms- they are far from green. And far from aprons.