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Los Angeles is home to the largest Thai community outside of Thailand. This week, Thai-Americans are celebrating the traditional three-day water festival called Songkran to mark the new year. And many of them regularly shop at the landmark L.A.’s Bangkok Market, the first Thai food store in the U.S.

Here, you can buy temple bells and alms bowls for monks. But there’s so much more. The aisles are stocked with rows of fresh Asian produce, noodles, and fish sauce. There are coconut milks, curries and sriracha imported from Si Racha, Thailand. And there are astonishing varieties of rice: brown, black, purple, jasmine, even so-called “forbidden” rice — forbidden, explains chef Jet Tila, “because only the royalty in Asia could eat it.” At Bangkok Market, you can buy a five-pound bag of it for $4.

Tila shows us around the market he grew up working in, before he became a top chef. For four decades, his family’s store has sold inexpensive ingredients that are key to Thai cuisine. He says many of California’s best chefs have shopped there.

The Family-Run Thai Market That Feeds L.A.’s Eclectic Food Scene

Photos: Doriane Raiman for NPR

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Ariah had had a stressful day at the office. Being the CEO was a lot of work. But he was looking forward to the weekend, staying inside with Thai food and his little boy.

Speaking of which…

“I’m home!” he called out as he opened the door to his penthouse apartment.

champion-carahart  asked:

"Well," Cara sets her bag down, "I'm not one to give hugs just...out. But I have some food." She pulls out a to-go container of thai food. "I always bring home extra. Do you want it?"

Guzma does the grabby hands” hell yeah gimme that!”

2/10/2017 catch up time!

So after my weigh in on Wednesday, I went to lunch with a friend and got a veggie burger (and didn’t add mayo or anything to it; good) and also fries (bad).

Then I went out to dinner with family and I just got a hummus plate which was…hummus, and also whole wheat tortilla pieces and cucumbers and tomatoes, which is a choice I was proud of.

Then I weighed in yesterday and was the same – 266.4. And post weigh in I proceeded to eat pretty terribly. I got breakfast tacos on the road, drove four hours to visit my grandma, went to lunch with her and ate pasta and one piece of bread and a salad, drove four hours home, and got Thai food with my boyfriend (pad Thai with tofu and 1 ½ spring rolls). I’m gonna be good today and don’t have any major plans to go out.

I’m moving on Wednesday and found a place I’ll move into on Friday on Craigslist so hopefully the lady property owner isn’t actually a serial killer but she seems nice and I’ve stalked her pretty thoroughly on the internet. If you don’t hear from me after next Friday, I was probably murdered.

I’ll post a weighin shortly.

“We like to go out and go dancing. Other times, we like to sit at home and eat Thai food and watch House Hunters International for four hours,” she says. “And we’re interested in each other’s worlds. He’s interested in my weird, alien entertainment world. It fascinates him because it’s so different than what he knows. And I like to go to art openings with him and talk about art and emerging artists with him. That’s his passion.” 

You make crepes in the morning,
something your mother taught you how to do
although you never want to talk about it.
You just pile on the clotted cream and dice strawberries
and smile. I pour orange juice and put the kettle on.
You’ve laid out your good suit for the day, blue
because of your eyes. I put the glasses in the sink,
run the hot water too long, use the last of the dish soap.

I stop at the market in the afternoon, pick up peaches
and asparagus, don’t make metaphors out of anything.
I just think about that scene in Eat Pray Love
with Julia Roberts, where she’s eating boiled asparagus
on the floor of her Italian apartment. You take the train home
from work, get in later than you expected, but you’re always
getting in later than you expected with this new job.  
You pick up dish soap and Thai food on the way home.
You put the keys on the table by the door,
greet the dog, turn the lights on.

I used to think we’d do these things in the same place
but my apartment is quaint and covered in books.
Your flat is still mostly empty. Your neighbors are only
a little too loud. You never know where you put your
house slippers. I pull mine out from under the bed.

—  Trista Mateer