Instead of packing for our flight to northern Thailand (which takes off in a matter of hours!), I’m sitting here in our hotel room in Hong Kong, tapping away on my laptop, answering emails in preparation for the release of our cookbook. (That’s right: our book hits (American) shelves and mailboxes in just a few days—and in fact, it appears that some copies are already making their way into the hands of folks who pre-ordered!)
I can’t decide whether it was a good or bad idea to plant ourselves half a world away during our book release, but I suppose it’s too late to start second-guessing myself now.
Besides, I’ve had an incredible time in Hong Kong. We survived the flight from San Francisco without killing each other, though I had stupidly ordered the gluten-free meals on the plane, which turned out to also double as the super-low-fat, high-carb meals ordered by fat-phobic passengers.
By the time we arrived, we were starving and passing out—but thankfully, there’s no shortage of great food in this city.
The boys have been particularly excited about breakfast, and it’s easy to see why: the morning buffets at Kitchen and Café 103 have been marvelous.
You may have noticed that the frequency of my posts has slowed this month. The explanation? Henry’s still traveling in Asia, which means I’ve been up to my eyeballs in mom-related duties (on top of holding down a full-time job at the hospital). To make it up to me, Henry’s been tasked with writing another postcard-slash-blog post for me. And here it is!
We left off last time in New Delhi, but I’ve been doing a bit of hoofing around since then.