chayohome2020 posted: " Adventure abounds Human beings are born with a sense of adventure. We long to see and experience new things. When my nephew was a little boy he used to ask my brother: "Where are we going Papa?" and my brother would answer: "On an adventure". I didn't" HomeBlog by HomSkil
Human beings are born with a sense of adventure. We long to see and experience new things. When my nephew was a little boy he used to ask my brother: "Where are we going Papa?" and my brother would answer: "On an adventure". I didn't know if that meant that my brother didn't what was on the holiday itinerary that day, or that he did but he wanted to keep my nephew excited with the mystery of what was ahead.
My father wanted my brothers and me to grow up seeing life in other countries as part of our education. I think that is why I have never liked to travel as a tourist. I have always enjoyed interacting with locals to see how they live and to appreciate their customs and lifestyle, it meant doing what the locals do and eating what the locals eat.
Many years ago, I went on a service project with a group of students and friends to teach English at a village school at the foot of the mountains in Nakhon Nayok, a province in Central Thailand. It was an adventure! The principal of the school told us how the school was transformed when the canteen was built and opened. Before that the children were too hungry and listless to study. They used to sleep during the school lunch break as they didn't have any food for lunch. Once the canteen was operating and the children were fed, they started to excel.
Trang Roast Pork Breakfast
Recently, a family friend sent photos of a resort in Trang, another province in Thailand, and of the typical dishes served for breakfast. Roast pork is a must for a Trang breakfast (featured image). Some of the dishes like siew mai and char siew noodles are Chinese dishes, but khanom jeen namya is distinctly Thai, it's Thai fish curry noodles (similar to laksa).
Ba mee moo dang (char siew noodles)
Siew mai
Side salad and toppings
Khanom Jeen Namya
It looks like Dr V enjoyed the food thoroughly as he was happy to recommend the Baan Pluen PrueksaResort (in Yantakhao district). It's a homey place, and baan is the Thai word for house or home. His Singaporean family members could enjoy Chinese dishes more familiar to them and to feel at home.
The Rustic Baan (house) in Trang
This rustic resort is a gem hidden in the jungle. You will love it if you love the sound of flowing water and the music nature makes.
Chicken arroz caldo breakfast
Cel made me a pot of arroz caldo (rice porridge cooked with chicken, ginger, onion and turmeric) served with boiled eggs and garlic oil. It's a simple dish that can be enjoyed by the sick and the healthy alike. It's porridge Filipino style, and one of my favourite Filipino dishes.
Arroz caldo
Christmas colours
Cooking with peace and joy
It's one week to Christmas. There is more to Christmas than turkey and ham. It's a celebration of an event that changed the history of the world twenty centuries ago. It brought with it the message of peace and joy. Whatever you decide to cook this Christmas, may it be done with peace and joy!
Aunnah posted: " Over a month passed, and I still had no new leads on Zora. It was like chasing a ghost. Sometimes, I would stay in the house a little longer before work, hoping she would appear. Eventually, I went out to look for her. She wasn't going to just appear" Aunnah
Over a month passed, and I still had no new leads on Zora. It was like chasing a ghost. Sometimes, I would stay in the house a little longer before work, hoping she would appear.
Eventually, I went out to look for her. She wasn't going to just appear and let me handcuff her. No, Zora always had a habit of making me work for things.
The first place I headed was her hometown. She told me where she was from, but when I asked about her parents, she brushed it off. She claimed they were estranged. After a bit of research, I came up with an address that surprisingly was only about an hour from our own house.
I pulled into the driveway and cut the engine. I stared at the beautiful house with the huge wrap around porch. Windshield dangled from the patio roof, tinkling in the light breeze as flowers danced in the pots below it. An older couple sat at a table, playing a game of chess. They smiled easily at one another as one got the better of the other with each turn.
It was a beautiful property, one that looked like amazing people grew up in it. Knowing what I know now about Zora, I wondered how she ended up this way.
I walked up to that beautiful porch and cleared my throat. They both looked up surprised, clearly too involved in their game to hear me pulling up.
"Why hello there officer," who I assumed was her father said leaning back in his chair. "How can I help you?"
I walked up the porch and held out my phone showing them a picture of Zora. "Is this by chance your daughter? Her name is Zora."
They exchanged a quick glance at each other before squinting at my phone.
"We have a daughter named Zora and she does look like her but..." the woman trailed odd.
"But what?"
"Our Zora died when she was a teenager." The man explained before going into the house.
He returned with a newspaper in hand before handing it to me.
I flipped it right ways and read the headline.
"Local girl dies in Chesapeake Bay" I read out loud.
The Healing Artist - Pamela Zmija posted: " Embracing whatever mother nature may throw at us this winter. https://flic.kr/p/2o6q9At https://flic.kr/p/2o6mnti These beautiful pieces and more are AVAILABLE NOW for purchase https://pamelazmijaphotographyyourlifeasartessentials.zenf" Your Life As Art Essentials
https://pamelazmijaphotographyyourlifeasartessentials.zenf" 
