The quiet hours on Sundays between dawn and ten are my favorite. The boys sleep in, worn out from the week before. And I have time to catch up on things I meant to read, hoped to write, or wanted to mull over making with the few free minutes I have each week.

“You?!” exclaimed my wife in utter disbelief when I told her I’d been invited to write an article for Born Hungry. No point being offended by the truth. In the kitchen, I’m often as useful as this guy probably is to world peace. But that’s not why my wife started muttering obscenities after my announcement.… Continue reading If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Chai Again