Inside the metal carton were ribs, and they were my introduction. In retrospect they were very probably very bad, but we loved them.
I most often want a variety of music, as if listening to radio without a presenter.
I didn’t mention to her my paralysing fear of talking to people; she wouldn’t have understood me.
Having been brought up on mild, cornflour-based sauces, and freezer vegetables, I can always get a meal I enjoy. My partner, not so much: She seeks out things with claims of actual Chinese heritage.
Canada is not the United States of America, and it does not look like it either.
I feel very strongly about a lot of things: it often makes me think I hate people and things I actually know very little about.
Nothing can prepare you for a beauty you have always felt. A field as flat as a wicket; an enclosure of monastic solitude; a building burned in to cultural memory.