Learning for passion.
New Chef, and new techniques.
One of my most vivid childhood memory – I was a fidgety child, probably about 3 to 4 years old, my tiny body restrained in a towel, so that my 嫲嫲 could feed me medicine. Uncle Dave, whom I call 德叔, he was a young man then, watched over me all the time with a white…
Getting that perfect dough tension, and shaping well.
I survived my first week at school.
A skill and a gift
A new life experience
On the path to happiness
At Yen Yakiniku