classic dan dan noodles

I have never been to China. And I don't know much about China and Chinese culture either. Therefore, there isn't a great story about how I ate these noodles in some small hole in the wall in an old neighbourhood of some metropolis. There will be recipes in the future that will come with a great story like that. But not this one. No. I came across Dan Dan noodles for the first time when I was reading one of my cookbooks. The reason I gave it a try was because how easy it was to adjust it to my intolerances. And because it involved making chilli oil myself, something I wanted to give a try for a long time.


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a tale of two cities

Once upon a time there was a young girl who grew up in a tiny village in a desolate corner of the country. Or that's how she knew it to be. All she ever dreamt of was leaving this world behind to explore the possibilities other worlds had to offer. So when she turned 19, and graduated from school, she packed her bags and turned her back on the life she had. Or so she thought. Six short years later, a cruel twist of fate forced her to go back to her past, and make peace with it.


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south india, december 2016

On my birthday, which happens to be on May 27, also known as the hottest day (literally) of this year so far, Matthijs took me out for breakfast, and while we were in the city centre anyways we went shopping for some summer clothes for him. And then the strangest thing happened. While he tried on a t-shirt we were both transported back to India by the smell of the shirt. And for a split second we wanted to buy it just for that smell. We didn’t because it didn’t suit Matthijs. But we did check the “made in” label, and indeed, it was made in India. By now, it has been six months since we were there for the second time around. And it took me a long time to be able to write my story on this country.


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