I move between Bowie and kitchen logic here, thinking about Andy Warhol's process while I work out my own. Most of the day is me trying to make satay simple, cleaner, and safer, with chicken first, no fake abundance, and no...

I keep narrowing everything down until it sounds like a rule: one item, chicken satay, crisps, fluffy bread, lemonade, nothing else. Then I get sidetracked by how to pronounce shallots and end by admitting I miss Singapore...

A culture-heavy page about Dilith Poster and Choir Joke.

I bounce between food as taste, food as scale, and food as loyalty. I am talking about Taco Tuesday for Sri Lankan schools, remembering how much I loved The Menu, and then confessing that if you gave me every cuisine in the...

A political page about Trump, Cook, and cool politics.

I bounce between Trump, fast food, Taylor Swift, and voting logic, but the pattern is simple enough: I want politics to feel vivid, entertaining, and worth my attention. By the end, I say it plainly: I like to have fun.

I stop on Mike Pompeo because he looks so different that it jolts me. The day is tiny, but the reaction is real: I'm staring at what change does to a face, and how a public figure can suddenly feel unfamiliar. It lands as...

A brief page about Sugar and peel flavor problem.

A brief page about Food stamps and calorie rights.