All the curries!

Chicken Tikka Masala

Chicken Balti Curry

Curry Udon

Panang Curry

Chinese Chicken Curry

Jamaican Chicken Curry

Malaysian Chicken Curry

Kenyan Beef Curry

Vadouvan Chicken Curry
All the curries!

Chicken Tikka Masala

Chicken Balti Curry

Curry Udon

Panang Curry

Chinese Chicken Curry

Jamaican Chicken Curry

Malaysian Chicken Curry

Kenyan Beef Curry

Vadouvan Chicken Curry
Anger, yes. But, I love cooking. Mostly this was a lot of cleaning out my fridge.
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Ground Pork and Green Beans. I sauteed red onion and jalapeno. I added some tomato paste and heavy cream. And a dash of brown sugar and some peanut butter. I had some cilantro, and then last minute I wanted so szechuan pepper corn.
Thus made Angry Noodles.
Good, but they really didn’t end up very angry at all.
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So I tried again, cuz I still had stuff in my fridge.
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More red onion amd green beans. This time I made a Jalapeno Pesto.
Jalapeno, pickled jalapeno, cilantro, garlic, oil, and peanuts.
Good, and much angrier this time.
Email to a friend:
“Huh, Joo Yun. Given to me by my family.
The story, as I have read it to be, my birth mother Ms. Choi, was young, 25/26. She left home to go to the capital to make money. She had no college education. She began working in a bar. She eventually began a relationship with the owner. Mr. Huh. He was 37/38 and was university educated. They were together for a year before Ms. Choi found out that Mr. Huh was a married man. When Mr. Huh found out that Ms. Choi was pregnant, he declined any responsibility and told her to get an abortion. Ms. Choi returned home, and had her baby there. She tried to keep her child, but such a task was difficult for an unmarried mother. After 6 months or so, she relinquished her child to foster care.
It appears that for a few weeks I was in hospital for sepsis, enterocolitis, and what is listed as just “URZ.” They say that I babbled and laughed and cried as an infant. I slept a lot, except for feeding, bathing, and playing times. I cried through bath time. I was shy around strangers, but recognized familiar voices. I recognized my own name.
I always tell people that my first word was “no.” That’s what my parents say. But apparently my first word was “omma,” which is “mother.”
A month or two after hospital, I came to America. My mother says that I was the best birthday present of her life. On the morning of her birthday, my family got a call that I would be arriving the next day. My brother was actually excited. He bought me a toy. Some stuffed animal. When I got to them he excitedly gave it to me. As the story goes, I apparently threw it across the room.
I became Rosanna Joo Hoskins. As I had told you, it seemed typical that adopted children are given their Korean family name as their middle name. Unfortunately, my family name was Huh (pronounced Who). My parents were not inclined to have me called Rosanna Who Hoskins. So they chose a different portion of my Korean name.
My mother always laments that my brother and I were not given the names she wanted us to have. Sebastian and Hazel. We shudder to imagine what strange fate we might be living now. Hazel Huh Hoskins… Father piped up, and saved us from whatever 80’s BBC period drama my mother had been living.
Rosanna Joo Hoskins.
My American name, my Korean name, and my English name.
And there you have the story of a name. I am not sure I have ever told it like this to anyone before.”

Jane Austen may have been a master, but she can’t hold a candle to Korean love stories. In-Yun, Fate. Only in Korea could such an idea be so poetic, so hopeful, and so tragic.
Past Lives could be seen as a modern, Korean version of Austen’s Persuasion. Two young children who fell in love, as only young children can. Na-Young immigrates to America at the age of 12 leaving Hae-Sung in Korea. Though she maintains the Korean language by talking with her mother, Na-Young begins to develop into a young American woman, while Hae-Sung grows into a wholey Korean man.
Reunited multiple times throughout time. Still harboring the love for each other deep in their hearts, timing was never on their side.
Celine Song does a masterful job of creating the tension and longing and energy between the two. The gentle rocking back and forth on the subway train. The wind blowing Na-Young towards Hae-Sung. The long, silent stares between them. Every background person one half of a couple..
This film is the ultimate question of “what if.” What if you hadn’t left? What if you had come to America? What if I wasn’t married? Who might we be to each other?
“In-Yun is basically about how you can’t control who walks into your life…and who stays in your life.”

I kept waiting for the M. Night Shyamalan twist. I kept thinking of psychological experiments or religious nonsense. But it never came.
This may be the most straight across the board movie I have ever seen. The premise of the movie was clear and it executed to a T. There were no shocks, no revelations, no mysteries. Everything happened exactly how you knew it was going to. It ended exactly how you knew it would.
While maybe an interesting story. And maybe the idea of being faced with the ultimate decision of who to sacrifice tp save the world is something to ponder on… this movie was the American Cheese of the cheese world. It tastes how you expect, it melts how you expect, there is no depth or complexity.
Overall: Disappointed.

Risottos are pretty easy if you have the time. And they are fun cuz they are essentially a blank canvas you can do anything with.
I went on a little creative journey of Risotto.

Turkey Risotto, cooked in Turkey Stock with Arugula and Walnuts

Chicken, Chorizo, and Tomato Risotto

Ramen-sotto. Cooked in Ramen broth with Bamboo Shoots and a Soft Boiled egg, with Pork amd Furikaki seasoning

Barley Risotto, with Butter Sauteed Oyster Mushrooms with Pancetta, and Roasted Leeks

Farro Risotto with Butternut Squash and Fennel, with Taragon Pesto Salmon

Morel Mushroom Risotto with Sugar Snap Peas

Oatmeal Risotto with Apple, Leek, Bacon, and Goat Cheese and Sage

Rice Pudding with Bananas Foster Caramel Sauce

Rice Pudding wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be, so I bought some from the store
40th Anniversary

So… I am going to start out by saying that I am sorry I spent money to go see this… Now, don’t get me wrong, Episode VI is my favorite, but this was not what I grew up with.
Return of the Jedi was originally released a few years before I was born, so I did not have the pleasure of seeing it in theaters in all it’s glory. I grew up watching it over and over on VHS. Full trilogy pack, baby.
What I DID get to see in theaters was a travesty! Some gawd awful added special effects and garbage. This, an attempt to reignite the passion, I am sure. I was 11, and I can still remember finding it horrible.
A 40th anniversary only comes once, and yet I just spent some ten or so dollars to see the version that came out 25 years ago… I will say that in my disappointment I got up and did something I can honestly say I have never done… I left the theater and bought some popcorn…
(Also take note of the fact that it was rereleased AFTER it’s actual anniversary, and will be leaving BEFORE national Star Wars Day.)
Okay, but in reality… all you young men who think Episode III is the greatest episode of all time. (Yes, I am talking to You.) Becauae it was the first rated PG-13 episode. Who cares?! You think the iconic Leia costume didn’t get 12 year olds a little hot in the pants? And how can you hate on one of the greatest creatures ever created, the Ewoks? Okay, yes, they had a spin off movie that nobody remembers… except apparently me. (Dude with a magic stick?) But Episode VI has everything. A reasonable love story that doesn’t make you want to puke in your mouth a little. Lightsaber action scene with lost limbs. Speaking of “loss,” loss. Epic characters like Lando, who was such a hero to me, in my refrigerator box space ship, I answered to Commando Lando. (Don’t mock, I didn’t yet know what “commando” meant.) And literally every character is a strong character (except Jabba, who was killed by a woman in a sexy outfit.)
Episode VI is the culmination of everything. It is the ultimate Good vs Evil show down, that ends in death, explosions, and dancing. What, I ask you, can be better than this?
(Except Rogue One. But we have a few years more before it reaches 40.)

With Gruyere, Smoked Gouda, and Sharp Cheddar Sauce.


And Chorizo Sausage, Peppers, and Onions.


There are people in this world who decide not to watch anime, for whatever reason. They don’t want to read subtitles, they think they are kid’s shows, they are afraid to have their eyes opened. And then there are the people who have had their eyes opened…
Anime doesn’t have to be some Naruto, Pokemon fad following. What I love about anime is its ability to create and bring life to stories no amount of CGI can bring. The breadth of world building and character creating, the attention to detail and the emotional evocation…
Suzume no Tojimari, brought to you by Makoto Shinkai, the same man who brought us Your Name, does all of that.
The very first scene, with it’s strange and ominous music, reminicient to me of the first time I saw the beginning of Princess Mononoke, or the opening sequemce of Beauty and the Beast. Breath-taking.
Suzume is a movie about a young woman who begins a journey to fix a world destroying problem she inadvertently started. The array of characters, while perhaps stock and seen before in animes of similar style. The drunken karaoke singers. The suspicious toddlers. The trouble-making cat. The aloof young man who walks the world alone, until he meets someone worth walking it with.
Suzume is a movie about a young woman who begins a journey and eventually falls in love. There is no mystery about that. It is about what happens in between. This movie exercises its power to make us feel confused, feel angry, to laugh, and to cry. And in the end, you realize everything has come full circle. When that strange music begins to play again and the credits roll, suddenly you feel the that door close softly behind you.

Weirdly, the last Indian film I watched starred Ajay Devgn. This film was nothing extraordinary, in the sense of unseen.
Ajay, who played the title role of Bholaa, is merely seeking to find his daughter. But, he is roped into a confusing drug crime and we learn a bit more about his brooding self’s past.
Ajay is like the Tom Cruise of Indian films. Action packed, extraordinary stunts, and 3D worthy special effects. All while wearing a sensible pair of sketchers.
Majority of the film, admittedly, confuses me. He, a short dorky guy, and a stern, by the book, cop lady, drive a bus desperately to town, hauling some 40 drugged cops. It is like the film Speed, only Indian.
Along the way various bad guys set to foil their journey. Perhaps the best group, a group of shirtless, Samoan beachy haired guys, wearing basketball shorts.
All the while, a group of bad guys sets upon an impenetrable police station. It becomes the scene out of the bad Resident Evil movie. You know the one. Where Leon, the new recruit, finds himself locking the station down against a zombie onslaught. Only, this recruit is 55, and the zombies are mindless henchmen.
And, being an Indian film, you can’t forget the Bollywood music and dance. Unfortunately, only one scene, and not super impressive. Save for the lead bad guy, a goth Javier Bardem look-a-like Bollywood dancing while killing some failure.
And, the romcom montage scene of him falling in love with the beautiful doctor and attempting to change his ways…
This is all not to say that the film was bad. Indian films have been stepping their game up and I was happy to spend money to see this one. Films like this give you a taste of everything. Musical, romantic, funny, and slightly ridiculous Tom Cruise action scenes.
It also cheritably provided an intermission. Actually, the second theater outing with an intermission I have experienced within a year. Running at some 2.5 hours, they are being generous. Here in America, 2.5 hours is child’s play compared to the Marvel films or the Lord of the Rings. You will hold your pee or risk missing the MOST critical scene of the entire film.
And we returned to life as we knew it..

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Today the rain fell. After turning my skin the shade of baked ham, and staring at teal blue waters, and counting all the different cactus breeds… the rain fell.
Since the moment we had arrived the roar of jet planes would thunder overhead every few hours. Like that niggling feeling in the back of your mind. Like that sensation that this is simply a looking glass world. Backwards. And bright, and carefree, and so so distant.
And then the rain we left behind finally catches up. Falling down, soaking into our clothes like cold, ghostly hands trying to pull us back.
To what..
I had felt like a leaf, floating on the surface of the water. Free. Unburdened of all the weight, and the pain, and the loneliness on the otherside of the glass.
A mortal dancing in the Spring Court, finally being called back to the real world.
And as the rain falls, it drags the color from the world and washes it away, down the sidewalk. The weight grips my shoulders as the damp creeps in…

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Tonight is the New Moon. A time for new beginnings.
Maybe I will walk off the plane and I will be new.
Maybe I will have a heart, full and open.
Maybe I will step back through the looking glass and

And it was a glorious day..
And we went to the Zoo!

Squirrels!


Meerkats doing The Meerkat..


Giraffes being all long and awkward..




Tortie butts and stuff..


Big Cats..



Wild Dogs..


And animals that look dead..
The sun might not have been out in full force..
And we may have travelled to Australia through a raging storm..

Rejuvinated with a Shamrock Shake and a medium Murder Fries..
Did not get a nap..
Dressed up and found a back room in deep Italy..
(Forgot to take pictures. Fresh made Bucatini)
$20 glass of hella delicious Pinot Grisio..
Topped it off with a double scoop of Pomegranate Chip and Chocolate Icecream..
At some point the sun must have come out..

But it was a glorious day..
What do I see…

Something Pink..
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Something Red..
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Something Green..
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Something Silver..
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Something Black..
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And all kinds of colors..
It rained…

Not the kind of rain we get up North. But this was rain enough to wet my chair, bring steam up from the hot tub, darken the cement, and slow time down.
We all woke early, sipped coffee, gathered in the livingroom to have quiet, coffee, and reading.
I did not read. I ate toast and sipped on coffee. There was no jam, nor any real butter. And stared out the window at the bright, but wet morning. Missing my cat…
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The day called for homework, and so homework I did.
I did homework while the rest of the family went off to explore the town.
I did homework while the sky threatened to brighten.
I did homework…
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By the time the family had returned the sun was in full form. The clouds, sharp puffs from the heavens, seemed to have dusted off their dancing shoes as they moved out of the way.
So we went to a movie.
A movie that marries the very epitome of Ridiculous, with all the glory of Amazing. It was disgusting, and beautiful. Confusing, and meaningful.
“That was magical…” someone breathed in the darkened theater as the credits rolled.
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With the homework set aside, and still swirling on a movie hangover, we decided to go find some food.
I had missed lunch.

So I ordered a half a roast chicken.
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It was disgusting.
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There was more homework to be done. But it was quickly finished.

And topped the night off with my toes in the hot tub..