Making mohinga, the dish of Myanmar

Mohinga makes me think of plastic stools on a busy street, bathed in the sounds of a city awakening: cawing crows, clinking dishes, honking horns and raucous engines, giggly kids in flip-flops shuffling down dusty sidewalks. The air is thick and soupy. Sunlight streams through a cauldron’s steam. All around, eaters fix their eyes on…Continue readingMaking mohinga, the dish of Myanmar