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Sacramento (Part 1)


When I was little, maybe one or two, we used to fly up to Sacramento to visit my grandma. That was back in the day, when you could still show up minutes before your departure time, frantically check in your luggage and make a mad dash for the gate (Dad tells me there used to be a commercial with OJ Simpson running through the airport, leaping over people and sprinting to the airplane — so I guess we weren’t the only ones).

Apparently, I would giggle the entire way — I thought it was a game — oblivious to my parents’ panic as we rushed through the terminal, me bouncing up and down in my dad’s arms laughing like a crazy person. Somehow, we always made it in the nick of time, finding our seats moments before the doors closed and the plane transported us to Sacramento. Continue reading

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Out in LA Part 1


My new favorite morning pick-me-up: Singaporean Pokka Milk Coffee I picked up at the Korean supermarket.

Someone told me recently, “It seems like you’ve been eating well.” Every once in awhile, I get accused of being a foodie, something I vehemently deny. I don’t know nearly enough about food or cooking to warrant such a haughty title. But I do realize that if you look at my blog, the vast majority of my posts involve food of some sort.

Everyone eats, but I guess I’m particularly enthusiastic. Once you get past the age where playing house, running around the playground or watching cartoons are no longer considered acceptable forms of entertainment, then most social activity revolves around food–eating together, cooking together, going out for drinks or dessert.

Because the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach, this doesn’t bother me all that much, though I am constantly searching for things that are more wallet and waist friendly (like rockclimbing, hiking, etc).¬†Recently though, I seem to be eating out quite a bit. Continue reading

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Do you think he likes coffee?


I had to post this picture. I laughed so hard, because he didn’t even notice he had both cups in his hands. To be fair, we don’t get to drink Intelligentsia coffee that often. And my amaretto latte was delicious. Continue reading

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