Quick Chicken Pad Thai

I will forever love Thai food. More specifically, I will forever love a good, authentic chicken pad thai. There’s this one Thai restaurant from back home that brings back a couple of fond memories-my first time eating Thai food ever, lunch dates with my family, and several lunches and dinners after school or after hangouts with my good friends from back home.

Nowadays in college, it’s a bit more difficult to get to the good restaurants without a car. So, the solution to that is experimenting with different recipes in our own kitchen, usually done with my roommate. The great thing about making certain Asian dishes is that you can use a couple of ingredients and make large batches of food so that your meals are covered for the next week or so. It’s a pretty good way to survive once you hit finals week…cook up an entire batch of fried rice or curry, and you’re set.

This particular chicken pad thai was partially inspired by the pad thai Sauce that I found at one of the markets on campus, and I thought, perfect. Because that means less work for me…So now I’m going to teach YOU how to make this delicious and aesthetically pleasing chicken pad thai!



  • 16 oz. Thai rice noodles
  • 1/2 pound boneless skinless chicken breasts
  • 1 tsp cornstarch
  • 3 tbsp soy sauce
  • 2 tbsp fish sauce
  • 3-4 cloves garlic, minced
  • 1 tsp chilli paste
  • 4 eggs
  • 2 cups fresh bean sprouts
  • 1/2 cup sliced carrots
  • 1/2 cup white onions, chopped
  • 1/4 cup cilantro leaves, chopped
  • 1/4 cup green onions, chopped
  • Pad Thai sauce (8 oz. jar)
  • Vegetable oil
  • Lime wedges
  • Salt and pepper, to taste


Fill large pot with hot water and soak rice noodles for 8-10 minutes until soft. Drain and rinse with cold water.

Cut chicken into 1-inch slices, and coat evenly with mixed cornstarch and soy sauce mixture.

Heat oil in pan over medium-high heat and add minced garlic and chili paste.

Add chicken and onions and cook until golden brown.

Mix in eggs and season with salt and pepper.

Turn to low heat, add noodles and pour in Pad Thai sauce, tossing lightly with spatulas so noodles do not break.

Stir in bean sprouts, carrots, and green onions.

Season with lime wedges, fish sauce and chilli paste.

Top with fresh cilantro and serve.


Recipes inspired by here, here and here.

If you prefer not to use pre-made pad thai sauce and would like to learn how to make your own sauce, click here. Some recipes also call for ketchup and peanut butter, which you can add if you’re looking for a tangier or nuttier taste. Play around with different sauces, based on the type of flavor you’re looking for!



Bon appétit! ♥

Dry Curry with Eggplant and Minced Vegetables

Strangely enough, this dish is one of the first homemade meals I’ve made since moving into my new apartment on campus. Things are different this year now that we have our own kitchen, but with all that’s been going on and school picking up so fast, I haven’t had the time to be at home and cook some comfort food. I definitely do want to take advantage of our kitchen, however, because things are slowly beginning to settle and I miss cooking with my roommate and making dishes for ourselves and our suitemates. This dish is called “dry curry”, and as the name suggests, this curry is a lot less saucier than most curries you may be used to eating at Japanese restaurants. It’s delicious served with some rice, and you can also click here for a vegetarian option or here for a similar recipe!



  • 1 lb. ground beef or ground pork
  • 1 Asian eggplant, chopped
  • 1 white onion, chopped
  • 2 green bell peppers, chopped
  • 2 tomatoes, chopped
  • 2 cloves garlic, minced
  • Ginger, minced
  • 4 tbsp curry powder
  • 4 tsp chicken bouillon
  • 2 tbsp Worcester sauce
  • 6 tbsp ketchup
  • Salt and pepper
  • Oil


Over medium heat, add oil and fry ginger and garlic.

Add ground meat, frying until browned.

Stir in onions and continue frying.

Stir in chopped eggplant, add salt and pepper to taste.

Once eggplant is soft, mix in curry powder, chicken bouillon, Worcester sauce, and ketchup.

Add green peppers and tomatoes, adding more salt or seasoning if necessary (you can use garam masala).

Serve with rice and enjoy!

Recipe from here.



Bon appétit! ♥

Pico de Gallo

Hot summers call for a bowl of pico de gallo, straight out of the refrigerator with a bag of good ol’ tortilla chips. I love pico de gallo because it is SUCH an easy recipe to make-you literally just chop up a bunch of different vegetables, add some seasoning to give the salsa a punch of flavor, and it’s ready to serve! Ready for some awesomeness?!



  • 5 ripe tomatoes
  • 1 white onion, finely chopped
  • 1 green bell pepper, finely chopped
  • 1 jalapeño, minced
  • 3 cloves of garlic, minced
  • 1 tablespoon lime juice
  • 1/2 cup cilantro, chopped (I’m using scallions)
  • 1/2 cup canned corn (optional)
  • salt and pepper, to taste


Wash, seed and chop the tomatoes, onion, and bell pepper.

Add minced jalapeño and garlic, cilantro (or scallions) and corn.

Squeeze lime, mixing in the lime juice.

Add salt and pepper to taste.

Serve cold and enjoy!


Look how big this tomato is!! Straight out the backyard.


If you love tomatoes, check out my tomato jam recipe.


You can try chewing gum to help yourself survive through the first few minutes of agonizing pain of chopping these bad boys. After a while, you just find yourself weeping in torture.



I’m not a huge fan of spicy things, but half of a jalapeño is good enough for me. No pico de gallo is complete without just a little teensy bit of jalapeño.


Oh, how I love you garlic.


Squeeze the living daylights out of your lime!


After some salt and pepper, your pico de gallo should be ready to go! Delicious!!


Bon appétit! ♥

Coconut and Taro Tapioca Dessert(西米露)

One of the best things about going to Chinese restaurants is that they serve dessert after your meal. This doesn’t always happen at every Chinese restaurant we go to, but the dessert they serve at a couple of the restaurants that my family and I have been going to since forever ago is pretty darn good. Not to mention that this particular dessert brings back a lot of memories for me because my grandmother makes this (per my sister’s request) every time we go back to Taiwan. And, who knew it was so simple to make?



  • 1 cup dry tapioca balls
  • 1 medium size taro
  • 2 cans coconut milk
  • 1 can water
  • 1/2 cup sugar


Cook the tapioca according to package instructions. Drain and set aside.

Chop taro into about 1 cm cubes.

Simmer coconut milk and water in a pot. (Note: if the consistency of your soup is too thick, you can add more water.)

Add taro and sugar, stirring occasionally until taro is soft.

Mix tapioca back into coconut milk mixture.

Serve hot or cold.


Recipe inspired by here and here.

These tapioca balls are a bit larger than the ones normally used for this recipe, but hey, they taste just as amazing! You can sprinkle some sugar over the tapioca after they’re done cooking and you’ve drained them.


Make sure to stir so that the milk doesn’t burn!


And tadaaa!! The final product. Short and simple recipe, and definitely a crowd pleaser.


Bon appétit! ♥

Project Nicaragua: Part 4

I’ve been avoiding this post for a while because I’m not sure how I can properly summarize this trip and I don’t know what I can really say that will capture everything that this trip has done for me. Still, I feel like I owe this post a lot of time and love because this trip truly was so special to me and I ought to share that with others.

The part that always captures my heart the most whenever travelling to other countries and places is most definitely the people I have the privilege of meeting, and better yet, the people I’m lucky enough to get to share the experience with. One thing I’ve always noticed about mission trips and the simple act of volunteering is that it can bring people together and unite them amidst so many of our own differences. Within our team, we all went into the trip not knowing a single thing about each other. Yet after a week of so many eye opening experiences, there’s a special bond that you create with them because you get to share these experiences with individuals who share the same passion for service and giving back. And the doctors? Well, we’re worlds apart. Family structure, economic situation, upbringing, culture, education, political views…we’re very different people coming from very different parts of the world living very different lifestyles. But at the center of this week’s work and service, I found that we are all united by compassion for those in need of aid and strength and a shared desire to do everything in our power to make things better, para ayudar y amar el gente (se dice un doctor cuando se pregunté, “¿Por que quiere ser un cirujano?”). 


Coming from the US and living in a very privileged area, it almost seems as if I lived in a dream world when I came to Nicaragua. There was nothing I had to worry about back home-I had 3 meals a day, a room all to myself, two loving parents, I went to great schools and received a solid education, I had the luxury of attending extracurriculars, and the last thing on my mind during my high school years was nothing even remotely close to a brain tumor or hemorrhage, instead I worried about which college I should go to and what color prom dress I should wear. Yet when I looked at some of the patients in the hospital or even just the nurses working for long hours in the ICU, I thought to myself, what different lives we lead. A patient who just got a portion of his brain tumor removed, a nurse not much older taking care of his intubation and helping him post-op in the ICU, and then there was me, a college student coming to visit and helping out in the hospital–all the same age, and yet we grew up so differently and our life experiences were so drastically divergent. It’s quite mind shattering, but these are the rare moments that make you realize that there’s still so much to see and learn out in the real world. It’s even more humbling to know that no matter where we’re from or how “privileged” we are, each and every one of us has our fair share of learned lessons, life experiences, struggles, weaknesses and battles.




One of the medical residents teaching us about a certain procedure regarding a brain surgery.


Dr. Gutierrez!

I think that prior to going to a developing nation like Nicaragua, my notion of “community service” was that of just being able to do good for the less privileged and make the world a better place. While I still hold this belief to be true, I think I also neglected the fact that things aren’t always so black and white, or so bad one second and suddenly all fine and dandy the next because of some service I was able to provide. I’d like to think that things improved because of something that I was able to do, but I also felt incredibly helpless to a certain extent at times. I felt very limited in my skills, communication, medical knowledge, and some things are just not in our power to fix. While working in a hospital, especially the ICU, you have to come to terms with the fact that people come and go. As an individual influenced largely by emotions, the powerlessness I felt while seeing a suffering and dying man in front of me was overwhelming and at times, unbearable, because I wanted so badly to save lives and fix things and improve the quality of life for everyone that sought help. I think the feeling that I felt at that point was a defining moment for me- I need to be able to do something, utilize my skills and knowledge to ameliorate the pain of this individual, do something. And I couldn’t, because I didn’t know how. But that feeling of wishing and willing that I could have done everything in my power to help this person was special because I know that this is a huge driving force behind some of my future aspirations–shaping the career I want for myself and treating patients in general–that I want to be the person that is able to do everything in her skills and power to leave a lasting impact on another person’s life, no matter how small, and that we all have the capacity to be those who make a change.


Last day at the hospital



First picture as a team (Day 1) at LAX


Final picture before heading back to the US on our last day together

Dearest Nicaragua, thank you for showing me so much love throughout this week-through the people, through the experiences, through the rough patches, and the beautiful moments. Thank you for showing me that if there’s one thing we can all afford, it’s to be happy and find joy in our simple love for life.

I’ve seen the sights of a serene world surrounding me on a peaceful boat ride in Lake Nicaragua, tasted the authentic fried plátanos con arroz y frijoles and some grilled carne asada, listened to the dreams and stories of so many unique individuals, and most of all, felt the life pumping through our hearts and bodies keeping us alive in every moment, and giving us the power to go forth and care for others and love. Now that is truly invaluable.

“He who devotes himself to service with a clear conscience, will day by day grasp the necessity for it in greater measure, and will continually grow richer in faith. The path of service can hardly be trodden by one who is not prepared to renounce self-interest, and to recognize the conditions of his birth. Consciously or unconsciously, every one of us does render some service or other. If we cultivate the habit of doing this service deliberately, our desire for service will steadily grow stronger, and will make not only for our own happiness but that of the world at large.” ~Mahatma Gandhi

Thanks for reading ♥

Project Nicaragua: Part 3

I think it’s about time that I give this blog some lovin’. The fact that I’ve neglected this post for so long is starting to make me wonder if I’ve in fact forgotten all of the wonderful memories I’ve made in Nicaragua. Better get right to it.

So, after a couple of very draining and exhausting days in the hospital, we had our rest day where we basically spent the entire day to go see Nicaragua and explore this special city. First stop was a market in Masaya where we went around to shop for little souvenirs. I think my absolute favorite part of being able to go to the market was speaking to the shop owners and being able to practice my Spanish. Spanish was always one of my favorite subjects throughout middle school and high school and it’s just so applicable. Particularly in clinic where we have a large number of Spanish-speaking patients, Spanish is so useful and it always makes me so happy to use what I’ve learned in the real world. I spent quite a while bargaining with a seller who turned out to be around my age and it’s always so interesting to see how different we are as individuals and how the place we come from and the world we live in affects who we are. Sometimes there are small and insignificant moments like these-conversations with a friendly stranger, learning about the taxi driver and his family life, sights of the street, glimpses of another person’s world-that somehow hold so much meaning and make me never want to stop travelling and growing and learning and living.

Next stop: Volcán Mombacho, Nicaragua. We went ziplining on a canopy tour that took us through a lush rainforest. It was already raining by the time we had gotten there, but nothing our team couldn’t handle, obviously. In fact, I would say that the rain may have even made the adventure all the more exciting, especially because it did the lines go just a bit faster! This was my second time ziplining (my first being in Cancún years ago) but this was the first time I had been ziplining in the rainforest, and it was absolutely wonderful and thrilling. I do have to admit, we were ziplining on the cables quite fast so I wasn’t really able to actually enjoy the view for very long, but all in all, being able to see another side of Nicaragua other than the hospital and the city was such a great experience. Besides, being surrounded by so much green is a nice view no matter how fast you’re going.


Hakuna matata all your worries away, team.


After ziplining (completely drenched), we headed to Granada and went on a boat ride on Lake Nicaragua to tour a bunch of the little islands. Everything up to this point had been quite busy, whether it was observing surgeries, helping nurses, shopping, going places, doing things…so it truly felt nice to just sit on a boat and relax. Being out on that lake was so serene and there were so many moments of complete tranquility that I really enjoyed having to myself.


View of Volcán Mombacho from Lake Nicaragua 


Boat ride around Isletas de Granada

Halfway through the boat tour, we all started screaming in excitement and childish delight when we discovered monkeys on one of the little islands. Apparently they called this island, Mono Island, or Monkey Island. The tour guide driving us probably thought we were a little too crazy when we went a bit overboard in our excitement, but I mean, when else do you get to see monkeys in the wild, swinging from the trees and hanging out with their monkey buddies!? (Monkey buddies not pictured, hahaha).



Well, we’re finally getting to the last stop of today’s excursions. We headed towards the city area of Granada to grab some lunch and do a little more last minute shopping. Granada is well known for their architecture, and the colonial style church behind us in the picture is a very well-known historical building in Nicaragua. There’s so much culture in this place that a couple of hours is simply not enough to absorb it all, but I’ve loved every second I got to spend in all these unique cities. Despite not being able to see all of what Nicaragua has to offer, spending time with my team and taking in all the sights and sounds of Nicaragua was unlike any other place I’ve been to. I think being in Nicaragua was a vivid reminder that this is what I love to do-I love to travel, I love to learn and I want to see as much as I can of this world as I can while I still have the chance.


The end of a long day.

Throughout all of this, I’ve realized something. You know what? We’re still so young. I’m young, and I live for these adventures where I just learn so much more about others, the world around me, other cultures, and as always, myself. Why should we let so many of these little problems here and there get in the way of enjoying life and celebrating the moments that make up this wonderful life? I may be young, but life is still so short. With the given time we have left here on this earth, I think every place we ever step foot in, every individual we encounter, every moment we enjoy, every obstacle we overcome and every single little thing that comes our way has something to teach us. Sometimes we lose sight of the world around us from being so consumed in our own troubles or we forget what’s truly important from being so caught up in our own routines and judgments. So go out, leave these mundane things behind, and perhaps you’ll rediscover the purpose of your journey, or maybe even expand your horizons-there’s just so much to see and learn, after all.

“We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey”. ~John Hope Franklin

Project Nicaragua: Part 2

Life in the neurosurgical unit, especially as a surgeon-is utterly exhausting. I still don’t know how these surgeons are able to drag themselves out of bed every morning, only after a couple of hours of sleep and go back to doing surgeries again the next morning. I don’t doubt that the surgeons in the US work hard, but from what I’ve witnessed in the Nicaraguan hospitals, these brain surgeons are extremely hardworking and put their all into their job, staying overnight at the hospital and sacrificing so much of their own personal needs to cater to the needs of all the people waiting outside the hospital for the next available doctor. Particularly since this hospital we volunteered at was a public hospital, the entire atmosphere in comparison to the private, wealthy hospitals I’ve volunteered at in the States is notably different. Sure, the brain surgeons get a good pay relative to the rest of the population in Nicaragua, but they’re not making hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, like the majority of neurosurgeons in the States. Either way, it’s enough to sustain themselves, but in an impoverished nation like Nicaragua where not all people are able to have access to private healthcare, I feel that the doctors do everything that they can to try to take care of as many patients as they possibly can.

These doctors are so selfless in the work that they are able to provide to the local community and their care for all of the patients and their families was just so memorable, and that’s something so simple that I aspire to be.


In continuation of Part 1, we spent the night in the ICU, taking care of the patients, bathing them, and assisting the nurses in other tasks throughout the night. Not even college life prepares you for the amount of exhaustion that we experienced during this trip. For the surgeons who do this for a living, my respect and admiration for them is endless.


\ Life in the neurosurgical department is extremely tiring.

After heading back to the hotel for a couple of hours for a quick nap, we headed back to the hospital the next morning, and we presented the doctors with all of the donations we brought with us from the US. A local dentist donated some dental supplies, so we went around to all the patient rooms handing out toothbrushes, toothpaste, and floss. The gratitude in the patients’ eyes and their joy for something so small that we take for granted in our own daily routine left me quite astounded-for them to just be so happy and thankful over receiving a toothbrush was just a simple reminder to take a step back and for one moment, stop wishing we could have more than what we already had. Many of these individuals don’t have much, yet they can be so content with something as simple as a toothbrush. I think that says quite a lot about what we have to learn from them about all the exorbitant desires we have in our own life, doesn’t it?


Handing out free smiles!


A wheelchair in the hallway of the Nicaraguan hospital.

The doctors and their immense gratitude for the donations we were able to provide for them is such a wonderful feeling.


Our medical team and some of the medical residents!

I can’t even put into words all that these doctors, patients, nurses, family members, and fellow team members have taught me, and it’s only been two days in the hospital. Going into this experience, I already knew that I was not cut out for a surgical career, and I had already disregarded any type of career in the hospital  in my future aspirations as well. Nonetheless, it’s always the people that make the difference. Even if being in the hospital is a melancholy environment, what these doctors are able to do for the patients in this hospital is so humanitarian and their hearts are just full of so much love and so much more significant than all the little situations that we encountered here and there. Within the first few days, I had lost my luggage, one of the team members got her phone stolen, another team member got all of the cash she carried with her from the US stolen as well, and there had even been some improper planning and miscommunication in regards to our arrival. Even while we had thought all of these conflicts were so major and would affect our trip, it didn’t take us long to realize that these are just objects and in the big scheme of things, not really important. Instead, what is important is that we had the privilege to work with such dedicated individuals and what they were able to give us and teach us was truly invaluable.

“Everybody can be great…because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your own subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.” ~Martin Luther King Jr.