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It’s amazing the space certain people occupy in our minds and memories. It’s remarkable how our thoughts can capture those same people so vividly, though we don’t even know their names or stories. This is The Pineapple Lady at Phnom Penh’s Boeung Keng Kong Market, circa 1998. We bought a pineapple from her just . . . → Ramble More: The Pineapple Lady Cold kitchen, hot kettle, northern light. I move with the light. December slows me down, and I feel like the distant sun: barely rising on these short, dim days before falling out of view again. I haven’t spent the 12th month so far north in such a long time. The alarm pries . . . → Ramble More: Morning Coffee, Winter Dark We camped one night at Seminole Canyon State Park, a high and dry spot atop a deep gouge shaped by millennia of river runoff gushing across the land. We were the only campers that hot July night, when temperatures rose to 108 degrees by day and barely dipped with darkness. We took a breezy . . . → Ramble More: Food of the Rio Grande Ancestors
Singing, strumming and dancing at the Burmese farewell party. It’s over, and now I can talk. Perhaps you wondered where I went for the past few weeks. Perhaps I seemed a little aloof. I was—with good reason. Something amazing happened here in Missoula, Montana. Something historic. . . . → Ramble More: Bringing the Burmese to Montana
One order of Texas sirloin tacos. When we first moved to Cambodia in 1998, Jerry took a stroll through the neighborhood and came upon a vendor beside her hot, oily wok. She was selling fritters. He didn’t know exactly what they were or what they were called, but he was . . . → Ramble More: 15 Tacos (Guest post by Jerry) Welcome back! The Rambler was down there for a bit, but certainly not out. A webhosting snafu kept the blog software from finding and reading the rich, well-reported database of Truth, that is the essence of Ramblingspoon (Techno babble: php scripts inexplicably stopped fetching data from the SQL database. Had to . . . → Ramble More: Wow. That stung a bit. Good friends offer you beautiful garlic harvested from their garden (above). They also look after your place when you’re away. We’re lucky to have such friends. We’re taking off for a bit, heading south and east to follow the Rio Grande to the Gulf of Mexico. This is part of Jerry’s new project to . . . → Ramble More: South, East Singaporeans ponder the menu at a Dempsey Hill wine bar. One steamy afternoon a few years ago, while Jerry and I were traveling, we decided to escape the heat and treat ourselves to a posh little lunch at an elegant new French restaurant we’d read much about. We had no reservations. We . . . → Ramble More: In Defense of Singapore We are home, and I am getting to know my kitchen again. I have been away so long, I find myself reaching for the wrong drawer when I want a fork. I can’t find the pots I want. The stove buttons feel foreign, the refrigerator door feels heftier than normal. But now, for a . . . → Ramble More: Getting to Know My Kitchen Again Fresh ingredients for Cambodian sour fish soup. Happy Earth Day! Unfortunately, I’m not feeling overjoyed about the state of our planet. For months, I’ve buried my head deep into research on the many injurious things we do to Mother Earth. My plate, of late, includes everything from CAFOs to fracking, fertilizer runoff, flame . . . → Ramble More: Happy Earth Day! Go Sour. |
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