Tag: rice

Gunpowder

Gunpowder

I’m getting a bit tired of having to refer in full to a certain defining event in time in full.  My fingers are getting tired typing it out.  Readers are getting annoyed at reading the same words again and again.  Lack of precision annoys me. 

Koba

Koba

As the dark clouds gathered overhead, we decided to be a bit spontaneous this Sunday evening and randomly duck into the nearest Korean.  Although such hasty behavior can often end in tears, on account of the risk inherent on just blindly walking through the door, 

Berenjak

Berenjak

You hear the most interesting things sometimes at restaurants.  And no, this is not from the other patrons but instead the staff.  I try not to be purposely nosy but when people insist on having a conversation at increasing volumes right next to me I 

Duck Duck Goose

Duck Duck Goose

When I was younger (and more naive), far away from my native land (and comfort food), I would easily fall into unceasing adoration of anything with rice.  In my first extended time away from home in London, I found that potatoes everyday just didn’t do 

Ikoyi

Ikoyi

I used to think there was rice and then there was rice.  It was either edible or burnt.  Growing up in the Southern hemisphere, it was a necessary staple to any home cooked meal.  There wasn’t really that much to say about it and it