Like many foodies in the universe, what I cook depends on my mood.
Good or bad, high or low, my emotional status determines what will come out of the Thai Me Up Kitchen. Birthdays and breakups both end in cake. Bacon for Saturday lie ins. Popping champagne to celebrate getting that promotion, and cookie dough ice cream if you didn’t. Here’s real talk, friends; there is no better way to commemorate or commiserate life’s events than with food. Read More →
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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