I’m preparing the ingredients for dinner, getting them ready now so that I can start cooking the moment we get home later. It’s quiet in the house in the middle of the day. Just me alone. Too quiet maybe. So I bring my laptop to the kitchen, set it on the countertop and play some …
You know how to cook, of course, like all real Italian men, you say. Let’s make calzones – have you tried making them before? Boy, I wanted to say, I haven’t even eaten one yet. Instead I just nod. Yes, sure. We are in Trento, your hometown. A village, really, you confess. Oh but so …
You’re at the office. I email you a PDF of an article. “Could you please help me to print this?” I ask. “Sure,” you say and you print the article. You do things for me, small stuff and big stuff. I never seem to thank you enough. “Thanks,” I say. “No problem.” “You always do …
Dinner was a success. You tell me I cooked a good meal. I beam. Time for washing the dishes. You insist on doing it. I say okay but I offer to dry the clean dishes. And so we get behind the kitchen sink, a two-person conveyor belt. Rinse, soap, scrub, rinse, dry, shelve. All the …
We’ve had a long day. Driving from one place to another, errands to run, shopping to do, movies that we miss (an unexpected full house), slow and satisfying meals… it’s a pretty perfect little Sunday. Now we are back home. It’s late in the evening and it doesn’t seem like we’ll be having dinner. “I’m …
“I can’t find it,” I say. “Can’t find what?” you ask. “That picture of the French toast we had at Kim Gary. It’s missing.” “It can’t be missing. Have you tried the external hard disk drive? The black one?” “I have.” “The other external hard disk drive? The white one? Have you tried that?” “I …
“You guys really like eating and travelling, don’t you?” This question from a friend took me by surprise, though perhaps it shouldn’t. Devil and I haven’t thought about this much – we just love discovering new foods to savour and new places to experience. And all this eating and travelling can be quite a spiritual …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
