Begin with the journey in mind
In which we cross the dessert, clambering over red sand dunes, and with nowhere to go, rediscover our path … Continue readingBegin with the journey in mind
Author: Kenny Mah
Chopsticks and leather seats
A speakeasy bar, a secret diner, an izakaya behind hidden doors: we seek a mystery tonight. Pods of blanched edamame, their green shells piling up like unpaid interest. Coarsely rolled maki, the tightly packed rice grains squeezing the innards of avocado and raw fish into … Continue readingChopsticks and leather seats
Waffles and orange juice
What shall we have? It’s breakfast for some, lunch for others. The weekend means everyone wakes and feeds at different hours. It doesn’t matter; only what would you have? No coffee today, strangely enough. No flat whites or filter brews. We drink it every day … Continue readingWaffles and orange juice
Fire and water
There are very few people here. Some on the shore, a couple on those hideous swan boats on the lake. The waters are placid but they won’t stay that way for long. Autumn brings strong winds, a harbinger of gales come winter. But that season … Continue readingFire and water
We don’t sing anymore
When was the last time a song soared in your heart? When there was space and not constriction? When that space expanded even further like your lungs with one giant intake of fresh air? When, for that matter, was the last time you exhaled? When … Continue readingWe don’t sing anymore
Abundance and the karē-pan
Travelling teaches us to eschew the obvious options. Skip the main street and escape to a side street or two. Our bellies benefit from a smidgen of investigation, more often than not. And so it is here in Asakusa, where the grand temple of Senso-ji … Continue readingAbundance and the karē-pan