Enjoy the podcast and give Mikey and Rinne a follow! They are some of my favorite people who love to eat, cook and laugh as much as I do. Note: Earmuffs for the kids. Mikey brings out the F bombs in me.

It was 7am. Time to wake up and do it all over again. Paul McCartney’s song would begin in my head, “It’s just another day.”Start the coffee, boil the water for tea (it’s a press of a button) and make breakfast for the family. Take E to school, thank goodness they were still open. Come back home to find Carrie has done the dishes and Taylor will start online Kindergarten for an hour. 

The year was 2009. I would wake up at 7am, get ready, make coffee for us and send Carrie to work. I then opened my laptop and did freelance agency design work until lunch time. Went to the corner cafe on Court St and grabbed a small pretzel bun ham sandwich with butter and another coffee. Back to freelance work until 1:45pm. Then walk five blocks to Chestnut and start prepping for service.

What happened in Atlanta was a tragedy and awful moment, and what is happening around the country to Asian people is terrifying, but I don’t have to tell you that. I don’t have to tell you that the world still has a lot of work to do.

In 1990, dinner was at 6. Snacking on any dish that my dad had made after having three hours of basketball practice. Those chicken wings. Deep fried goodness in the perfect soy sauce, garlic and ginger marinade. He added corn starch so the marinade would stick to the chicken wing adding that tang with every bite.