We could not resist coming home with a Vietnamese food prep gadget from the market in Hoi An. It’s vaguely called Rolling Knife for Kitchen. OK they didn’t go overboard on the translation budget, but you get the idea. We needed one of these. We’ll… Read More
Every now and then, when I least expect it, Tuffy P’s wedding dress makes a special guest appearance. The first time was on our honeymoon as we were getting ready for a 2 mile hike to La Manche in Newfoundland. There she was, wearing hiking… Read More
Ho Chi Minh City (or Saigon as the locals still call it) features a seemingly unrelentless onslaught of urban pressure. Hustle, bustle, traffic, horns honking without rest. Did I mention the motorbikes? Then we stumbled into this little parkette, an oasis offering not just a… Read More
Although I awoke this morning with cold symptoms, I quickly started to feel more and more human as the morning passed. This is day 7 or 8 of my man-cold/jet-lag stew. I have tai chi class this evening and I think I’ll be OK to… Read More
I don’t remember what these things were called. They’re like little tarts, each with a quail egg and a chunk of pork sausage, served with a few veggies and chilies. Somewhere in Hoi An.
This is Saigon phở, served with heaps of greens and herbs, fresh chilies and limes or kumquats. The broth is more fragrant in the south I think, and in the north there are fewer fresh herbs served. Both are spectacularly good. The beef in this… Read More
This octopus is in District 1, Ho Chi Minh City AKA Saigon. There is nothing halfway about this city.
It took me no time at all in Vietnam to learn I love Vietnamese coffee, and especially their iced coffee. Now it doesn’t have to be swanky, weird-assed weasel coffee, made from beans eaten (and pooped) by honest to God weasels (I don’t even want… Read More
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