The taste of love
Somewhere, around those rice paddies, there lies the magic... I have been always enchanted with stepping out of my dining comfort zones. Ever since I was able to sit firmly on a chair, I have been behaving beyond my age around the table. Imagine a plump one-year-old sitting on a stool, which was placed on a chair to reach the table. Her hands, grasping the chopsticks, are trying to raise the long strands of broiled duck noodles. You didn't hear me wrong - that was me at a typical family dinner, having the same dishes - by chopsticks, not spoon - like everyone else instead of mashed broccoli. I could also enjoy spices at an early age, leading to my kindergarten teacher's gasps when I asked for more extra hot chili sauce added to my lunch. My parents would never harbor run-of-the- meal concerns about me skipping meals or being ridiculously picky, for I was that kind of kid who would happily dine on anything. From eels to tofu and balut, nothing could stop me from venturing out o...