It was one of those weekends, were you give couch potato a whole new meaning. I am pretty sure, I've created permanent cheeks imprints on my couch. 10 night floats, followed by another 10. I may or may not have showered the last two days.
Growing up, I did not enjoy early springs. Exams looming ahead, peak allergy season and the worst, my parents' annual vegetable garden. They spent hours, trolling between home depot, nurseries and the backyard. Digging, sowing and basically what I refer as 'farming.' And it was always the same, opo squash (what the wha).
My daal is some what well known among our friends and family. I frequently get asked for the recipe. Most times though, my friends will either have hard time finding an ingredient or even lentils at their local grocery, and never get to try out my recipe.
Shocking I know. I swear I have premature graying and of course stress is to blame. Turns out, this too is a deeply seeded old wives' tale. Aging is the true culprit. There is mainly two studied hypothesis that causes your hair to gray.
Mom makes tuna croquettes, which she calls tuna kabobs. My aunt also makes a version of tuna kabobs, with lemon grass. And my sister-in-law makes the moist, yet crispy tuna kabobs. Pretty much everyone in my family makes tuna kabobs. So of course I must make tuna kabobs. Geez how many times did I write tuna kabobs.