Dinner tonight: chicken phingsha, tingmo, and our favourite eggplant thingy, the crispy one with the sauce. I feel so fortunate that we enjoy cooking together!
When the world wearies and ceases to satisfy--and you want to spend time with an actual human, writing stories with her stubby fingers--there's always Fake Folktales
When the world wearies and ceases to satisfy--and you want to spend time with an actual human, writing stories with her stubby fingers--there's always Fake Folktales
And sometimes the teacher you hate the most can also give you a gift: Mrs. Wiggs, aka. Conan the Grammarian, who both scared the shit out of me and whipped my grammar into shape. I don't condone her scariness, but if Whatmough thought he couldn't teach me anything, she's the reason why.
I know nobody's going to feel sorry for me if I complain about how hot it is, but that's not gonna stop me. It's 26C in my kitchen! Boo! BOOOOO!
None of this is intended to disparage the Thai alphabet song, which is a legitimate delight and also very long:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRqd...