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In case of an emergency… bite the bitter melon |Gin Jay in Bangkok’s East Side

I’m a walker. In search of my usual strange, I’ve been out and about, scouring the lengths and breadths, of breathless Bangkok. Back in good olde London town, I had been known to take the odd walk  or two, from my old haunt in Walthamstow – to central London. No kidding. I’d set out with the intention of taking a nice little stroll and before I knew it, the music of the city would lure me further and further away from my titchy little house in East London. The Liverpool street area, especially happens to be one of my favorite places. On the weekends it becomes this eerily. You have to see it for yourself to understand it’s magnetic pull. At the time, everybody thought I had lost it. I actually think I had. My final year at university was a really dark time for me. But what really kept me going was the walking. Walking helps me think. It helps me soften all that self-debasing pressure, that resides within me, that occasionally gets the courage …

Salad Series #3 | Hot and Spicy Thai Winged Bean Salad

I live to try new things. It’s a snobby habit I’ve often tried to kick in the morning, only to pick up again that very same afternoon. I was the teen that brought homemade sushi to college and then, as soon as it’d caught on and became a thing, I ditched it for tacos and flasks of soy milk chocolat chaud. I crave the new like a drug. (In my head) I’m the coolest kid on the block. I did say, “in my head right?” Because if you’ve ever met me, you’d know it couldn’t be further from the truth. The lyrics: “I am a weapon of massive consumption, it’s not my fault, it’s how I am programmed to function…” Really should be my theme tune. If my life was a comic script, these words would be scribbled, underneath grease and marinara stains, all over; the already battered pages of my twenty (odd) year old life. That’s why Bangkok is perfect for me. Everyday here, literally has me wading through a blizzard of new experiences. The more I …

Dolmades | A taste of the homemade Mediterranean cuisine in Bangkok

“When you want something done properly, do it yourself” Right? Well, the same can be said about Dolmades, a distinctive Mediterranean dish; that I tried for the first time, tried nearly a decade ago. You’ll probably remember me mentioning the fact that I used to work for a Greek company, in Chelsea. As with most things, it was a mixed bag of highs and lows. There were magical memories, but also some incidences that I’d gladly give anything to forget. The time spent there, gave me a deep understanding of myself and what I wanted from my career; but more importantly, I snagged some great authentic Greek recipes. Quick and Easy Dolmades A simple Google search will show you that the practice of stuffing vine leaves with rice, meat and various herbs,  is by no means unique to Greece or her islands. From Italy to Lebanon, to even as far out as Russia, its popularity is undisputed. It is only natural then, that with such a rejoiced dish, there will always be countless variations. What I love about this particular recipe …

Salad Series #1 | What’s all this fuss about simple salads?

I’ve been hitting the gym hard for the last couple of days. Now before you think I’ve given up my foodie ways and resigned myself to a life of gluten-free Seitan and sugar free almond milk (both of which are actually quite delicious, if you know what to do with them); I haven’t. Not a chance. In my mind I’ve worked out an elaborate and complex scheme, where I can trick my body into thinking I’ve given up my hedonistic ways, but still continue in sweet sweet uninterrupted bliss. Mwhahah. Next stop, world domination. I overheard a conversation the other day between a mother and her child. Cute as he was, he was refusing to eat his salad. My inner monologue, was that of a typical old fogey. I think it went along the lines of: “kids these days… blah blah blah…. don’t know what’s good for them… blah blah blah”. That was until my salad came and I tasted the dratted thing. YUCK! No wonder the child didn’t want to eat it, it was …

Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake

When it comes to cake, there’s not really much to say really. You either love it or hate it. Or hate it because you’re, well… crazy. I’m disappointed and ashamed to say that my German, is one such non-believer. He has his reasons.  Too much apfelstrudel can cloud the mind. His aunt was, and actually still is, a prolific cake baker. With no one to try out her medleys, she turned to her niece and nephews. Again and again and again. You would think it was every child’s dream to try lots of different cakes, almost everyday for months on end? Apparently not. They never quite recovered from the shock of ‘cake testing’. But still… Even faced with such evidence, I can’t be diplomatic about this. Unless you’re suffering from gingival hyperplasia, or any other such strange gum swallowing disease, cake is always an option. As the wise old saying goes: Only fools fall foul of… cake! Ok, so maybe I made that up. But it does sound ancient and wise, no? And so it should be, ancient …