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In Cravings We Trust

Living life through my mind, soul, and stomach.

Throwback Thursday Cravings: Home Tastes Like Chicken Adobo

Throwback Thursday night feast: a casserole dish of chicken adobo drumsticks, rice fresh outta the rice cooker, and the necessary sides of sliced hard-boiled eggs and tomatoes.

Kare Kare, Sige Sige

I’ve always been nervous to cook kare-kare because it’s the last recipe I partially wrote down from my Lola in 2016 before I really noticed that her health was worsening. My Lola was on a walker at this point and... Continue Reading →

A Family Farewell to Bad Saint

Established in 2015 in Washington D.C.’s Columbia Heights neighborhood, Bad Saint is one of those places where you feel like you’re visiting your auntie’s house for an after-church service meal: family members gather in their Sunday best, loosen up their... Continue Reading →

Got noods?

Landed in Portland yesterday! In the city that seems to have everything as long as you’re craving, leave it to me to escape the East Coast only to seek a Greenwich Village craving of spicy hand-pulled noodles a la Xian... Continue Reading →

Wanna get away?

Wanna get away? Make chorizo and egg tacos. Wanna go to a taco truck in Los Angeles for breakfast? Heat up the skillet, listen to the Cacique chorizo de puerco sizzle, and let the smells of spices wrap around you... Continue Reading →

Work day cravings

There’s something rejuvenating about sprinkling garlic salt into a pan of torn spinach and mushrooms browned in olive oil. A calm washes over me when I hear droplets from a cracked egg sizzle in a frying pan. Despite the yolk... Continue Reading →

Apple Drunk in Germantown

I miss the good ol' 2017 days of fall when we'd drive 20-plus miles north of Washington, D.C. for apple-tree-lined suburbia. I miss exploring a field of suncrisps, biting into a freshly-picked crimson crisps, and debating with my roommates and... Continue Reading →

Foodie thoughts at 30

I feel kinship with anybody who cooks. I feel admiration and respect and empathy for anyone who works hard to make something a little bit better. Hit me with the right bowl of noodles at the right time—“angel trumpets and... Continue Reading →

Something to keep me warm

I have this morning sunshine coming through my window and this bowl of noodle soup to slow me down and keep me warm. Here's to a serving of Saturday morning cravings and self-reflection.

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