I can’t believe the last I wrote was when I was about to hop on a plane to one of my favorite cities in the world. Yes, for work, but, as is the case with Barcelona, there will always be a bit (lot) of fun on the side. You can hop over to my Instagram if you’d like to take a peek at all my gastronomic overindulgence (my jeans are still complaining!). It was a fantastic trip – the weather was perfect (sunny but very cool), the work was inspiring (a growth summit in which one of the speakers as a former hostage negotiator!), and the food was amazing (this, this, THIS…and so much more!)!
Despite the incredible food, it never fails, when I am winging my way back home, the insatiable craving for Asian food sets in. You can take the girl out of Asia, but you can never take Asia out of the girl, at least as far as the tummy is concerned. As soon as we landed at our stopover in Singapore I was out of the plane and into the food court, debating furiously about what I should eat. The chicken rice? The mee goreng? The laksa? The nasi goreng? The char kway teow? Delicious dilemmas…
I settled on a big plate of char kway teow which I wolfed down greedily. And on the plane ride home I knew I wanted to recreate it in my own kitchen…
Despite the incredible food, it never fails, when I am winging my way back home, the insatiable craving for Asian food sets in. You can take the girl out of Asia, but you can never take Asia out of the girl, at least as far as the tummy is concerned. As soon as we landed at our stopover in Singapore I was out of the plane and into the food court, debating furiously about what I should eat. The chicken rice? The mee goreng? The laksa? The nasi goreng? The char kway teow? Delicious dilemmas…
I settled on a big plate of char kway teow which I wolfed down greedily. And on the plane ride home I knew I wanted to recreate it in my own kitchen…