I move between Bowie and kitchen logic here, thinking about Andy Warhol's process while I work out my own. Most of the day is me trying to make satay simple, cleaner, and safer, with chicken first, no fake abundance, and no...
The day is tiny, but the point is clean. I have a little moment of surprise, then I lay down a rule for myself: I am only ever selling my own favorite foods. It reads like a small business principle in diary form, with...
I keep narrowing everything down until it sounds like a rule: one item, chicken satay, crisps, fluffy bread, lemonade, nothing else. Then I get sidetracked by how to pronounce shallots and end by admitting I miss Singapore...
A culture-heavy page about Dilith Poster and Choir Joke.
I bounce between food as taste, food as scale, and food as loyalty. I am talking about Taco Tuesday for Sri Lankan schools, remembering how much I loved The Menu, and then confessing that if you gave me every cuisine in the...
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A political page about Trump and E. coli headline.
A political page about Trump, Cook, and cool politics.
I bounce between Trump, fast food, Taylor Swift, and voting logic, but the pattern is simple enough: I want politics to feel vivid, entertaining, and worth my attention. By the end, I say it plainly: I like to have fun.
I stop on Mike Pompeo because he looks so different that it jolts me. The day is tiny, but the reaction is real: I'm staring at what change does to a face, and how a public figure can suddenly feel unfamiliar. It lands as...
A brief page about Sugar and peel flavor problem.
A brief page about Food stamps and calorie rights.
