Welcome to my website. I am the author of ‘Vietnamese – Simple Vietnamese Food To Cook At Home’. I am a photographer and film maker. You can book into my supper club, Vietnamese cooking classes, buy my book, check out my photography and lots more here.
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Best Food Photographer in London
The supper club is held in my home in London Fields, Hackney. It is like a dinner party in the tradition of a Vietnamese feast with homemade Vietnamese food.
Vietnamese food is about the balance of flavours, of sweet, salty and sour – there is no measuring device that can ever match your own taste buds.
Buried under a rug was a hand written envelope address to me, just my first name. Immediately, the rush and thrill of seeing mail that is personal and not a bill made me scurry my hands, tearing the envelop to threads.
When I had the boutique in Earlham Street, I got a ‘real’ Valentine’s card from someone who called themselves – ‘Black Butterfly’, a lovely hand written card with the nicest compliments, made my world glow all day, (and years later, I remember) thinking that someone out there thinks of me. But then, a dark cloud lingers, of not knowing whom bears these feelings and why they do not choose to reveal their identity. Are they a creep? Are they the love of my life? I still don’t know.
Getting real post has become so very scarce. When I was a teenager, I used to have many penpals– I wish I didn’t have the habit of throwing everything away, as how I would love to read what the 12 year old me wrote all those years ago to a Bros fan in The Seychelles to the ones in Austrialia, Thailand, America, Germany and so on.
Every morning, I would scoot to the letter box like a little hare to find at least four letters in my hand and read them like love letters on the bus to school as if they were from Matt & Luke Goss themselves.
Before email, I could smell the paper of my boyfriend and touch his handwriting and the adrenaline would tingle in my stomach like thousands of fish, swimming in circles. Same thing happens now with email, text etc but nothing beats a handwritten letter from a lover, a relative, a friend, a stranger…
This morning, I found a card, under the rug. My dogs must have played around with the mail as they always do find that hatred for the postman. It was from Lovinia. She had attended the supper club a few times over last year. She always bought friends, lovers and colleagues and it was always so lovely to see her. She even helped at the supper club and we had become friends. And because she is also from the Far East, we are more like sisters.
With the note, she had sent me a voucher to treat myself to a manicure and pedicure. Immediately, I felt a mammoth sensation of love, of friendship and honour hugging around me. Girlfriends are just the best, always there to fill in the gaps of love in your heart. Thank you Lovinia.
