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Digest while you Digest: Becoming a Dragon Lady and a Little B

Hello friends. Happy 2016 and Year of the Monkey.

Sorry for being out of action for a bit but I have a really good excuse ….I had a baby!

That’s right, our little bundle of trouble, B came into the world like a proper American, right in time for Thanksgiving lunch.

Here she is…

B | Thaimeupkitchen.com

I would have warned you of my impeding absence but pregnancy quickly morphed me into a miserable, brain dead, water retaining dragon lady with absolutely zippo appetite. I became a culinary recluse that lived on fried egg sandwiches, very tiny lattes (sad face), and Pb&J, if I was feeling fancy.

Now that B is about three months, I am ready to re-enter the food blogosphere with recipes squeezed in between naps and nappy changes.  In the meantime, if you haven’t already sorted out Valentine’s Day dinner, check out my Pan-fried Duck with Massaman Curry Sauce featured on diyready.com.

Glad to be back.

Romy

“The people who give you their food give you their heart.” — Cesar Chavez

 

Pan Fried Duck with Massaman Curry Sauce


Pan Fried Duck with Massaman Curry Sauce |ThaiMeUpKitchen.com

I once read somewhere that everyone should be able to make three dishes really well. It doesn’t have to be Michelin Three Star – floating on dry ice type of shit, but three solid plates that you’re damn confident would impress a new love, friends, colleagues, or the Queen herself if you needed to. Whether it be stir fry, pancakes, or the world’s best bloody Frito Pie, as long as it’s your best, go for it.

Imagine the Queen eating a Frito Pie.

I bet she’d give Frito pie a right go.

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Panko-Crusted Trout Fish Cakes with Easy Sweet Chilli Mayo

Panko Crusted Trout Fish Cakes | Thaimeupkitchen.com

You know that game when your friends describe you in three words? I never get described as nice. Like ever. Just for once I would like to get nice. I envy nice people.

My envy, I guess, makes me not so nice.

Damn.

Ok, fine. I’ll never be nice. But you can also bet that I’ll never be described as a fussy or, as they say here, a finickity eater. Finickity. I love that word.

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