So yay! The Glossary is done! I just need to find a Thai individual to double check my scraped together Google/Jennifer Thai typing. And I feel the likelihood of that occurrence is fairly high, given that my next chunk of the book is… Suppliers!
This will be exciting; it has road trip written all over it. Jennifer had been living in El Segundo and teaching her Thai cooking classes there – those classes were the genesis for Original Thai. Many of the suppliers she lists were (are? oh I hope still) in Los Angeles. Continue reading “Suppliers… Road trip!”
The Glossary presented a particular challenge. The terms were written in Thai characters at the beginning of each glossary entry. My first thought was to type the characters myself. I managed to get a Thai keyboard installed on my MacBook Pro, and pulled up the keyboard after changing my little flag by the date to the Thai one. This really was daunting however. I was squinting at the keyboard viewer, trying to distinguish each lovely curly letter from the next, to replicate what I saw in the book. On some letters there are elegant flourishes which top them like extra sprinkles on an ice cream cone. I had to type the flourish, then the letter, to create the finished compound letter. Kind of like a Spanish ñ or German ü. A lot curlier though. Continue reading “Typing Thai”
Jennifer says in her Chapter Five, Memo to the Cook, from The Original Thai Cookbook,
I urge you to read…the following segments before you embark on your first Thai cooking experience: Fundamentals, Pronunciation Guide, Vocabulary, Glossary, Sources and Suppliers – for information that will be essential to you.
How nice it was hear her speaking to me in the present tense! I felt I must take her seriously here, especially since she italicized “essential”, and decided to follow that course in my proofreading.
Continue reading “The Day of Appendixes….”
My gaze slowly traveled up, revealing a tall blonde, fashionable Brit, dripping in gold at my front door in Los Angeles. My own hair was dripping wet from the shower. That’s how I met Jennifer, my first mother in law. We were both children of military upbringing. General Pritchard, Jennifer’s deceased father, was a British Royal Engineer who helped build the Burma Road during World War II. My own father was a Navy aircraft carrier pilot. This endeared me to Dearest, my first husband, Adam’s, grandmother instantly. Service families were all in.
Continue reading “In Which I Begin”