Cooking class!

So when we were in Laos, we took a cooking class, led by a guy, Phia, who was a pretty amazing chef. Unfortunately, even though he was telling us what he was doing in English, he was really difficult to understand (in an unintentionally hilarious sort of way). Liz ended up translating what he was saying for half the class, which was awfully nice of her.


Phia and a banana flower.

Spices at the market. look at all them chiles.


thumbs-up for good food!


Me mincing chicken. according to all SE asian cooks that I have seen (2), to mince chicken, you just whack at it with a knife. This goes against everything that I ever learned about knife safety in Girl Scouts. Hence, the terrified look on my face.





Our finished product: