Chinese Breakfast: A Lesson in Compassion

“Would you like American or Chinese breakfast?” the flight attendant asked as we winged our way from New York to Thailand. “American,” my husband confidently pronounced. “Chinese,” I replied with a scoff. I hadn’t come all this way to eat the same thing sitting in my fridge back home. I’d come to embrace adventure –Continue reading “Chinese Breakfast: A Lesson in Compassion”