what would anthony bourdain do?
Eat! And eat at hole-in-the-wall joints, no less. So of course that’s what we did when we took a short overnight trip to Melaka, Malaysia.
Eat! And eat at hole-in-the-wall joints, no less. So of course that’s what we did when we took a short overnight trip to Melaka, Malaysia.
When my parents lived in Columbia, the Chicken #1 sandwich at Clyde‘s was one of those things I just had to have upon returning for a visit. Now that they live in Singapore, my tastes are a bit different—Din Tai Fung, for soup dumplings, is requirement #1.
I know, I know! I’ve been completely MIA for the past month. It’s bad. I miss you! I miss my little blog. But I have been just way too busy–flying to the West Coast twice, Christmas parties, frenzied secret santa knitting, the works. I know that I have all sorts of unfinished business to take care of, plus I also have finished business (objects) to show off (well, just one). And I’ll get to it soon. I will have renewed blogging energy in 2008. I swear.
In the meantime, I’m in sunny, muggy, hot Singapore visiting with my parents–and had the delightful experience of a vacation within a vacation to Thailand (I recommend vacations within vacations to all). So it’s really not feeling much at all like Christmas. Here are some photos to tide you over until I sit down and properly get back in the knitblogger groove.
I’ve been back from Portland since late Sunday night, and I am eager to pick a winner from my contest–thanks for all the great sage advice everyone!–but I have been pretty much at work, out with friends, or fast asleep since I’ve been back (jet lag has hit me hard, as I hear it does in one’s dotage). And tomorrow I’m headed back to the West Coast, to San Francisco.
I was surprised how many of you assumed I was worried or upset about turning 30. Far from it! I am thrilled to finally be 30 years old. I am so happy with who I am as I hit this new chapter of my life, and “30” commands more respect than “29,” I think.
I’ve been in and out of New York lately–Philly, Delaware–and then away on a business trip during the week last week. And I’ve barely been knitting. But happily that business trip (a workshop retreat) was in a gorgeous place. The Mohonk Mountainhouse in Mohonk, NY, was like something out of either The Shining or Dirty Dancing. I know those two movies aren’t usually confused, but believe me.