My, how time flies! It’s already holiday season again. Before I can even say, “Happy Thanksgiving!”, it’ll be 2016. But first things first, let’s talk entertaining. I’ve always loved having guests. I held summer barbecues at the apartment pool in college, cooked Thanksgiving for extended family when I was 22, and host dinner parties today. Every Thanksgiving, the hubs and I throw a big leftovers potluck party the Friday after. We ask friends and neighbors to bring a leftover from the day before, we fry some turkeys, and everyone has
Many of you know I love food. What you may not know is I lost my vision because of Neuromyelitis Optica, a rare autoimmune disease which currently has few effective treatments and no cure. I am doing my part to change this: the first annual Dining for NMO Day will take place on Monday, October 19th, and I am asking you to kindly support.
I turned 36 Saturday. I still consider 36 mid-thirties, but the hubs likes to annoy me and say I’m in my upper thirties now. When I was young, 36 sounded so grown-up. Now that I’m actually a grown-up, I don’t feel much like an adult at all. Example: I still shudder when someone refers to me or my girlfriends as women. “You mean us girls?” I’d say. At family weddings, I’ll ask, “Where’s the kids table?” because I still classify myself separately from the adults/parents. Age is often a state
Without asking a sighted person, how does a blind individual differentiate between a $1 bill and a $100? How does a visually impaired person read their prescription labels? No, this is not one of those Singaporean logic problems that recently took the world by storm. They’re common questions I and other visually impaired people get whenever we meet sighted people who are curious about how we go about our mundane everyday tasks. I say, thank God for technology. Technology is a big part of our lives, and perhaps those of
**This post was originally published on NMO Diaries and has been slightly edited for this blog. Many who have watched me on “MasterChef” or listened to me speak or follow me on social media often wonder what’s my secret to life. Unfortunately, like any other human being (except for maybe the Dalai Lama), I have no key to the universe. I don’t know what the hell is going on half the time, and the other half, I spend wondering how I’m going to make it through the hour, day, week,
We took a trip to Colorado in January where I snowboarded and rode on a snowmobile (as a passenger, not a driver–don’t worry!). I strapped a GoPro to my helmet when I took to the slopes, and the hubs wore the camera on the snowmobile. Here’s footage from our snowy adventures from Peak 9 and the Continental Divide in Blind Life episode 8: How the Blind Snowboard.
**This blog post is largely excerpted from last week’s entry at NMO Diaries. If you read last week’s blog post on what to cook/eat on a ski trip, or if you follow me on Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram, you would’ve known I was in Breckenridge, Colorado, two weekends ago to work on my snowboarding skills. And yes, the blind can snowboard. The hubs picked up snowboarding after he went on his first trip for his bachelor party five years ago. He was subsequently bitten by the boarding bug, and I’d
The hubs likes to catch me on candid video. He also likes to put them in hyper lapse & add soundtrack. Here I'm doing assisted pull-ups w/ my trainer. My biceps & lats hurt for 4 days after this! A video posted by Christine Ha (@theblindcook) on Oct 10, 2014 at 7:50am PDT Happy 2015! As you might detect from last year’s post about getting fit, I don’t really believe in New Year’s resolutions; I’m of the mind one should set goals whenever one is ready instead of waiting for
Okay, I admit: I cooked with Connor over a year ago, so the footage from this episode is nothing new. But we were waiting on the embedded video, and then I was waiting on the edit from my hubs/director/producer/sound engineer/UX marketing manager at Home Depot’s blinds.com. (Yes, he is a John of all trades.) This fell to the wayside, and I got nervous releasing Episode 6: Cooking with Connor so late—what if his condition has changed dramatically since our cooking date?
This is the second half of my Stockholm series. Per a recommendation from my liaison with the Ikea Supper Club campaign, we ate at Oaxen Slip which, my dining companions told me, had a beautiful waterfront view. We were seated in an enclosed patio with an actual boat suspended from the ceiling. The server said the smoked herring appetizer was a must-try, and this dish turned out to be my favorite. I also had a healthy helping of snaps, which was no easy feat in my esophagus.