Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
Hatched two Snorlax last week from 10km eggs, and caught the third on the way home from school today. Nam and Mina got one a piece, as well. Mina actually started crying when Max and I got ours (the kids play on our phones) because her phone was at home, so we went and got it, then rushed back to the spawn point. It all worked out in the end.
I don’t have the heart to tell her MS Paint sucks because she does so well with it. I only ever used it for pasting screenshots back in the day.
On our recent trip to Surin Province.
Grinding and leveling and building tall gyms for our clan…
Mina and I have independently determined that this is the greatest music video made since she was born.
I have so many things going on right now, I’ll be doing three jobs later today when I wake up. But my family and friends make it all worth it; I wouldn’t trade them for anything. I am blessed to have you all.
Whole wheat penne, w/free range buta red sauce, pan fried in butter and chili bologna, topped with Monterey cheddar and leftover Italian spice packet that came with a delivered pizza many months ago. Max approves.
Not her first, but pretty good. Much better than anything I ever did in Paint.
Although I have made green curry with all kinds of meat, chicken is the best because of its wonderful grease. And among the cuts of chicken, we all prefer middle wings with an occasional wing drum thrown in for variety.
Today I sliced in a couple small portobello mushrooms, and along with the filtered fish sauce and chicken grease, they made the curry into an aromatic, coconut-infused umami bomb. With local round eggplant and julienned kachai (lesser ginger).
As far as eating goes, I actually prefer pulling chicken off the bones and mounding it on top of the rice and curry, but the kids just devour it off the bone.
Out of the blue, Mina told us that she and her best friend, on the last day of school (yesterday), had promised to have a picnic together today.
It was quite amusing to watch her put together a bag of snacks and water, and she even washed a plastic bowl and dried it carefully with a paper towel. But when it came to asking what time they were supposed to meet, she gave me a blank stare…
“She’ll just know, daddy, we’re best friends!”
Knowing which way this was heading, I asked if we all could go together. Mina agreed and we were soon hitting the McD’s drive thru and heading off to the park near her school for the picnic. Mina was of course devastated that her friend was not there and kept expecting her to show up throughout lunch. Afterward, she asked me why her friend hadn’t come.
I thought for a while and told her that you have to set a time when you want to meet somebody. Then she asked me if that’s why I’m always angry about people being late.