In food and in life, my dad is one of my greatest inspirations. His appetite for life is equalled only to his appetite for great food, and the apple didn’t fall far. It fell on my head in fact. I chased my dream and moved to a food-lover’s paradise, Paris. This city is also my birthplace, and the place where my dad worked for many years as a chef. Between Paris and my dad, I think my passion for food was planted in me long before I started eating solids. I can still remember a peach I once held as a small child in Paris. Its weight and fullness in my hand was miraculous to me, but I most vividly remember its skin. I couldn’t believe this fuzz that surrounded it. It felt so prickly yet smelled so sweet.
Now I live amongst markets, restaurants, cafés, bakeries, pastry shops, and cheese shops where I could eat everything and almost accept not fitting into my pants. I don’t actually eat everything though. I just share my best finds. From Paris to wherever else my roving mouth takes me, I love to eat, write, and blog my way through food discoveries.
It runs in my veins and makes my heart quicken, soul dance, and face beam. My parents have been taking me across oceans and continents since I was a baby and I haven’t stopped traveling since. To say that I love to travel would be a gross understatement. It makes me feel intensely alive. Show up, be open, connect with the locals. That’s my motto. Fancy resorts aren’t my style. I want to see and share what’s off the main drag and get lost down some tiny cobblestone side street. I love going into the unknown and emerging changed by a taste, a view, or a conversation.
I’ve got a lot of it in me. I’m that girl who is always laughing loudly in the restaurant, eyes animated and hands wildly expressive. Sometimes I also spontaneously cry when I hear a moving song in a Paris train station. I feel pretty lucky that I get to be on this earth and experience things like the ocean lapping at my feet and heartbreak. This 4-letter ride is what you make it, in my opinion, and I aim to make mine an exciting one. Here, I share my reflections and thoughts on my journey through this wild and beautiful world.
Born in Paris, to parents from Shanghai and Hong Kong, and raised in Vancouver, BC. I can order dessert in French, tell you the difference between Shanghainese and Cantonese cuisine, hike mountains, and swim happily in the cold Pacific on the hottest summer day. I’m lucky! I reveled in my love for literature and got my BA in English from Simon Fraser University. I’ve worked in sales but my real love is writing. I’ve done writing for online fashion magazines, as well as copy writing both for a marketing company and as a freelancer. Now, I split my time between teaching English and writing about food and travel. My writing has been published in Edible Vancouver.
Feel free to say hi, ask a question, or share your love for food and travel at firstname.lastname@example.org.