Living It

The Bagan region is littered with hundreds, maybe thousands, of temples. A photo doesn’t really capture the impact of looking out over this arid plain and seeing all the spires reaching toward the sky.

Overlooking the Mekong.

At Chili Kulture in Bangkok. So good.

Back in 1963, before everyone was politically correct, the Stanford football team was called the Indians instead of the Cardinal. My father was number 86, and at 1:18 in this video, he catches a pass for 15 yards. You’ll see him running around on defense too because everyone played both sides back then, and only one player could be substituted between plays.

When my grandmother saw my dad make the catch, she thought he had scored a touchdown. Go dad!

While I always go home for Thanksgiving, I stay in NYC for Christmas,
and it has become a tradition that I attempt an ambitious meal for any
Xmas orphans I can lure in. This year I went for a crown roast of pork
which weighed in at 10 pounds.

I rarely cook large meat cuts and I still don’t have the hang of it.
Last year I undercooked. This year I went a little over, but I think I
know my misstep. If I do meat again next year, I’m going to nail it. Fortunately all the sides and the Crab Louie salad came out well.

I will say that it sure looked great and a good time was had by all.

Took an Indian cooking class at ICE. I really wanted to learn how to
make sag paneer, which I’ve tried to make at home unsuccessfully a
couple of times, and I boxed out the other students to make sure the
dish was assigned to me.

It was really coming out well until the very end when I poured in half
a cup of garam masala another student made. Didn’t realize I only
needed two teaspoons! Next time.