The Thai-point of a Rainy Dublin Day

It’s late February in Dublin. The days are sometimes sunny, sometimes grey and wet. On days of the grey/wet variety I get the most out of my Dublin Bus Rambler Pass. I stare out the slick windows, at the lights, the raindrops, the people, the damp borders of the Green.  My body is here: [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dkaxDLeNW5g&hl=en_US&fs=1&] […]

Off the Wagon

So a few weeks ago, I wrote a love letter to farmers’ markets and butcher shops. Buy fresh, I raved. Kale and salmon and yams and curried quinoa. The next farmers’ market is just around the corner! Fresh artichokes and heirloom tomatoes will be mine! Etcetera. And then, sometimes, Sean has 3 classes of number-shy teenagers […]

Un-Turkey Day

Thanksgiving in Japan, 2008:  The equipment: Two gas burners, one toaster oven, one microwave, no kitchen counter. The menu: Pan-roasted chicken, Maggie’s World Famous stuffing, mashed potatoes, canned corn, green bean casserole, gravy, dried cranberries, Mon Frere red wine. The Veuve Cliquot Champagne was a congratulatory gift from Nakata-san after Obama was elected.  Thanksgiving in […]

What Stinks?

The great thing about apartment hunting with Sean is that we can discuss our thoughts in the relative privacy of the Japanese language. For obvious reasons, this wouldn’t have worked in Japan. And, sure, it could drastically backfire against us. 例えば: Realtor: And here you have the kitchen. Mind you, it’s part of the living […]