This week I celebrated my birthday. Seeing as it’s not the 1920s and I’m not ashamed (and hope I never will be because how ridiculous is that!) of the year I was born, I’m happy to share my age. I’ve entered a new chapter of life and hit a quarter of a century, something that makes me feel very old considering it feels like I was running around the neighborhood filming sasquatch videos and riding electric scooters with my best friend when we were thirteen just days ago. Not old in the sense that “oh my word my life is fleeting and I am going to get crow’s feet around my eyes and I am going to become a spinster cat lady”, just old in the way that I feel like the past half of my life has whizzed by me like a drone.
I can’t step up to the plate and claim gastronomic knowledge and a palate boasting Michelin Star experience. I mean, I could exist on McDonald’s cheeseburgers, Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, Taco Bell five layer burritos, Papa John’s pizza, Monster Munch, and Gregg’s Chicken Bakes in a dream world. And while there are plenty of delicious spots in the city ranging from basic, good but cheap sushi (The Sushi Bar), innovative, massive, and tasty burgers that drip all over your hands (Meat & Drink), tasty chilled ramen noodles doused in tahini with an Americanized spin (Sesame Noodle Bar), and muy muy fantastico Mexicana (ALMA Café)- I will always have a soft spot in my heart (and a big place in my belly) for The Common Tiger.
I know I’m not alone in knowing this particular kind of ache. The gnawing feeling that starts as a niggling growl then slowly, surely expands to an almost sickening ache that encases your entire being.
If you’re a resident of The Charming City, you know that living in Phnom Penh makes dining out just too easy: the restaurants are endless (a few personal favorites at the moment: The Common Tiger, Meat & Drink, Aperitivo, Doors, Da Sandro, Dim Sum Emperors), you’re spoiled for choice, and the prices are generally fantastic value for what you’re getting. What’s even better than dining out? Ordering in.
Weeks in the life of Anna Mischke.
Selfies, cats, and food…repeat.
The usual: food, cats, and a storm of selfies.
Well, looks like I haven’t done a photo roll since July…incredible how time flies.
Here are some snapshots of my everyday.
Another peek into the pages, this month featuring some of my loveliest friend’s work, some awesome collaborations, and highlighting the importance of Breast Cancer Awareness for Cambodian women.
From the beginning of last Monday, September 30th, until today- it has felt like a constant and unending celebration, understated- yet remarkable, extravagant. From the moment I fell asleep on the eve of my birthday, New Order’s “Ceremony” kept ringing through my head- faintly, softly- but a gentle reminder of the dazzling commemoration of life that comes yearly, if you’re so blessed. The words softly padding through my consciousness every so often:
“This is why events unnerve me,
They find it all, a different story,
Notice whom for wheels are turning,
Turn again and turn towards this time,
All she ask’s the strength to hold me,
Then again the same old story,
World will travel, oh so quickly; travel first and lean towards this time.”
Rather, the onset of the birthday jitters that I so eagerly try to offset, began slightly earlier that night on the 29th when I watched “The Kings of Summer“, a film which onset such nostalgia that I felt like I had drunk a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc (I hadn’t, for the record) to bring the onset of emotions I felt as I watched the lead character and his best friend encounter the anxieties, excitements, and downfalls of adolescence in all it’s meticulously planned chaos. It reminded me much of that exact time of me life- the pulling , itching, primal desire to be free, to be a woman of my own, to push forth into territory unknown and make it mine- even if I wasn’t truly ready to in any way. I think back to lounging about with Brooke Miller in her second to oldest brother’s room, sneakily listening to his music and talking about our futures. The men who would eventually sweep up off our feet and take us to Paris and Rome, the dark hair they would brush from their eyes, and the songs we would marry to. She, to Sigur Ros’ “Staralfur” and I, Explosions in the Sky “First Breath After a Coma”.
After imbibing in a smorgasbord of exquisite cuisine, it’s very safe to say The Common Tiger is anything but common. From my experience, it was extraordinary.
When meeting Timothy and Christina, the owners of The Common Tiger, they seem much like oil and vinegar; very different but together create the perfect combination. Timothy is a busy bee, always on his feet and running about to find the best of what’s the on the menu. Christina is laid back, soothing, yet full of warmth and life.
I had the pleasure of lunching at The Common Tiger with my friend and co-worker, Lyda, last Thursday. Part business, all delicious- it was definitely one of the favorable perks of my job.