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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 …

C is for… Chili

Some days I want to pack in all in, and get on the first flight back to London. I’m loath to admit it, but I am still that very same petulant teenager that used to sew buttons and badges onto her blazer, in protest of the over-strict (and to this day foolish) uniforms policy. I am chaos at its best. Now, however, the grown up, more mature version of me, has more sway and is finally able to calm me down. Let’s just say that I had an incident two days ago, that stung my already fragile sense of self. It reminded me of how much I stuck out here, that I may never assimilate, but more importantly, that I may never fit in; the way I want. My first reaction, and one we are all familiar with, was to flee or at least plan my escape. There are very few times when I think my stubbornness is a good trait, but this is one of them, because my next reaction was along the lines of: So …

The Perks of Being a West African Wall Flower…. [Akara vs Acaraje]

I love watching travel shows. Soon after they’re done, I close my eyes, and imagine that I’m magically transported there. Right in the center of it all. To date, my two favorite travel show hosts, in this wonderful mix of TV and my zany imagination, are: the straight shooting Anthony Bourdain, and the irresistible Errol Barnett (what a smile). Its my adult version of make believe; but its something that has always gotten me through tough times. I have no complaints. Except for…. Whenever I read or hear people discuss “African cuisine”, they only mention Morocco. Why only Morocco? This happens often, and when it does, a weird feeling comes seeping out of me. I’ve been told I make a fart face, then, as soon as it appears, I suppress it. Its a hard feeling to describe, but its an unhealthy mixture of pity, shame, annoyance, and the sting of frustration. And there was again yesterday. I still feel a bit overwhelmed by it all. How can people out there still fail to understand that: Africa is a continent, not a country. …

Make mine a … Thai Omelette

Ever since I started my youtube blog, I must admit that I’ve somewhat neglected my writing. I’m not any good at vlogging. Its a frustrating but nonetheless inspiring conclusion. Will I give up? Hecks no. How can I? I’m learning so much. There are tons of things, that I’m just learning how to control. Lighting, sound and even the simplest things like controlling the camera, have all left me stumped so far. But Boy is it fun. Its a world entirely on its own. I got back late yesterday night from visiting my German, in the South of Thailand. My fridge is empty and I’m feeling quite down. I need food. This is my go to ‘lazy day’ recipe (I am aware that it is a Monday). Its tasty, quick and is perfect when you’re down to the bare bones, both physically and emotionally. Thai Omelette Ingredients 2 tablespoons oil 1 onion, sliced 1½ teapoons light soy sauce 1½ teaspoons fish sauce 1 Bunch coriander 3 eggs 1 Spring Onion Lime wedge, to garnish Instructions Heat 1 tablespoon of …