I don’t get to eat this as often as I would love to but once in a while when I am traveling in San Francisco, I would definitely stop at Chinatown and have some of my dough fritters and coffee – the Asian style. Brings back so many memories when I was younger and lived in Asia. My parents and forefathers grew up eating these but of course, not in such style, it came wrapped in paper usually just old newspaper and an old ceramic cup.
Life was pretty simple then and never did I think that I would migrate so far away but I knew that I didn’t want to stay put in Asia when I grow up. I knew for sure that I wanted to marry someone from the West because I’m such a outspoken person.