I'm a displaced and dangerously eclectic twenty-three year old artist set against the seemingly bleak landscape of endless car dealerships and married to an extremely cheeky actor. Currently, I'm floating aimlessly in retail and using my free time for more creative pursuits. I'm a conflicting literature nerd/ trashy fiction enthusiast and an aspiring chaos agent. We'll see how well that works out. I love to cook Asian food. I started with generic Americanized Chinese food while I was in high school and moved into Japanese cooking, but I think traditional Vietnamese food is my favorite. I haven't really had many notable successes with Thai food, even though I live across the street from a very good Thai market. I'm just now getting into Indian food, so we'll see what sorts of debacles result from that endeavor. My mother is a master substituter, or at least she thinks she is. She has the uncanny ability to take any seemingly highbrow recipe and through sheer beligerence strip it down to a vague watery paste. It's a marvel really, a sad one, but a marvel. Fear her "thanksgiving soup". I make excellent Vietnamese spring rolls and am learning to emulate most restaurant cooking by breaking tastes down to their basic componants. I can't say I've made anything extraordinary as I am minimalistic by nature and not one for extravagant meals (even though I'm partial to white chocolate). I've made lots of strange curries that didn't make people throw up, so I suppose that's something. I tried to make breaded chicken fingers because my sister enjoys all that heavy, greasy garbage and they set themselves on fire, causing the fire department to be summoned to her apartment complex. I was thirteen at the time. I also have issues with desserts, and seem to suffer from the severe delusion that an egg beater is all-purpose.