It was a dark and stormy night (not really); dinner was an hour late, the sun had set about 30 minutes ago and there was little time to do off-camera lighting setup. I had hastily arranged the Chicken Nanban into cocktail glasses and hoped it looked fancy....Let’s be honest, my attempts were in vain and I might as well add that Chicken Nanban is NOT a fancy dish—it’s messy, ugly and tastes freaking amazing. Every juicy bite explodes with sweet and tangy nanban sauce which gives me a boost in appetite.
Once upon a time there was a pregnant woman. Her father-in-law, who was a pretty kick-ass cook, prepared chicken wings for her. She enjoyed them immensely and he was delighted. He then proceeded to cook chicken wings for her every single day of the week. The child that was born became a chicken wing eating monster, devouring all chicken wings within sight. That woman is my mother and that child is me. So, truth be told, I'm not sure if there is correlation between eating foods during pregnancy and the child's favourite food after they're born, but I do know this: I am really amazing at baking chicken wings.
Recently, my boyfriend and I fell sick. More accurately, he fell sick and dragged me down with him (I may or may not have gone willingly). So as we sat sniffling, and weakly hacking up phlegm (TMI?), I couldn’t help but crave a large dose of hearty beef stew. It’s just one of those things that you want when it’s too cold to go outside, and you’ve realized that that the only thing starving when you’re ‘starving the cold’, is yourself.