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...squat glass for the drink. Put sugar cube in the bottom and pour bitters over it to soak the sugar. Add liquor and orange slice if desired. Use a muddler, an instrument with a blunt end, to muddle the mixture. Make sure the sugar cube is crushed and the fruit juice released. Fill the glass with ice and top with soda if desired. Garnish with a cherry...
...woman men want to possess, adore. She is also Vietnam in all its luscious beauty?a precious fruit the West has to get its hands on, to devour and defile. In The Quiet American, Phuong is as much metaphor as flesh. Yet the actress playing her must evoke the humanity and the hurt within a succulent love object. That is the sweet surprise of Do Thi Hai Yen's performance. With a smile that suggests duress and glances that murmur reproach, Yen speaks for Vietnam. "She suffers much," Yen says of Phuong, "but she keeps her character...
...didn’t speak our mother’s language, who had never been to Vietnam, who had never met our grandfather who died four years earlier. As we came to know, they were Ông Ngoai ’s neighbors, children who picked his fruit, two of the few people who had watched...
...that iconic Thai dessert, sticky rice with mango, but it was nowhere to be found. For those of you in the dark, this is a positively inspired pairing: gooey glutinous rice suffused with circulation-clogging salty (no, seriously) coconut milk, rounded off by that most sensual of tropical fruits, the musky mango. All they had were some dubiously Thai ice creams (green tea?) and Thai fruit (lychee, rambutan, longan). The ice creams were priced...
...orphan. "Well, soon anyway." Akbar explains that Saifudden's father fled this ravaged village three months ago because of the drought and that his mother is dying fast. Ask about food and the villagers say that, born in the year the rains first failed, Saifudden has never tasted fruit, vegetables or meat. Ask about water and their anger boils over. "They're killing us here," says Akbar, pointing over the horizon to the lush plains upstream. "They're taking all the water. I haven't seen water in our ditches for four years. And all for chaars...