Shoe, Prime Minister, and Brandied Green Curry

A novel rendition of beef green curry came into existence in a time when most people could only look at it

In the past year, I’ve noticed that my conversations with family and friends in Bangkok have been reminiscences more than anything else. They’re pretty random and unrelated, too. Is this what naturally happens when you get older, when you feel your time is dwindling—blurting out whatever you remember from the past? Or is this a result of a nearly year-l…