Jayne Tan24 Hrs with the MoosavisLittle did I know, but this single packet of food handed to us by a stranger on the deserted streets of Tehran on 2pm on the eve of Ashura…May 26, 2017May 26, 2017
Jayne TanNasi LemakThis morning, I woke up in a tangle of limbs, quickly reminded that I was (quite comfortably), squeezed into a single bunk bed with Nigel…May 22, 2017May 22, 2017
Jayne TaninBurpple DigestI Find Comfort HereThe assistance, assurance, safety and pleasure food can provide is a wondrous thing. It’s like zipping up your hoodie on a windy day…Nov 16, 2016Nov 16, 2016
Jayne TaninBurpple DigestTouching Me, Touching YouI have a habit of eating with my hands. Whether that’s seen as acceptable or not depends on my dining companions, most of whom don’t…Jul 7, 20164Jul 7, 20164
Jayne TaninBurpple DigestI Know What You Ate Last SupperWe walk past a million different things everyday; some we notice, some we don’t. One Thursday afternoon in February, as my colleagues and I…Jun 1, 2016Jun 1, 2016
Jayne TaninBurpple DigestCafe Hopping: Four Weekends With My Mother-in-lawWeek Zero: 5 March, Saturday, Home.May 4, 20161May 4, 20161