All the time. Except in bed, in the shower, and after I have so completely stuffed myself at a meal that I vow to never eat again (which, of course, does not happen.) I spend most of my waking hours researching food, teaching cooking classes in Beijing, and experimenting in the kitchen.

Coffee craving?

Three cravings, actually. I love Vietnamese coffee (cafe sua da) for the richness and the sweetened condensed milk. Turkish coffee is also a wonderfully thick and sweet concoction, but impossible to find in Beijing where I live.  And a perfectly made cup of cappuccino…my younger days as a barista made me very picky about the coffee/foam/milk portions in a good cappuccino.

Favorite hometown food?

I grew up mainly in Boston and always crave a good bowl of New England clam “chowdah” during the winter, wherever I happen to be. But my last home in the US was New York, and I could easily write pages about all the foods I crave from the city.

Ever been served breakfast in bed?

I think so, but I’m very blurry on the dates and foods served to me. I must have been sick at the time.

Your absolutely reliable, go-to dish for entertaining is:

If I want easy and reliable, I go for roast chicken. A main dish of chicken legs rubbed with olive oil, salt, pepper, and a squeeze of lemon juice never fail. For appetizers, cumin or five-spice chicken wings tend to be crowd-pleasers.

Food that makes you gag?

Fennel and raw celery.

Worst kitchen disaster:

I recently needed to re-season a wok, so I swirled some oil around the wok, heated it, and walked away for a moment. I must have had the heat much higher than I thought, because the kitchen soon filled up with noxious fumes. The smoke traveled to every room in the house and I had to open all the doors and windows and turn on fans and the air conditioners to disperse it. Needless to say, the wok and the spatula I was using were so gunked up with tar I had to toss them.

Three things in your refrigerator right now:

Leftover pumpkin soup, rum, hoisin sauce.

Your idea of a romantic meal is:

A picnic on the beach or a park. (So clichéd, I know, but most of my favorite food memories involve picnics.) Charcuterie, a melty Camembert, warm baguette, wine in plastic cups. If the setting is Central Park, perhaps a beer from one of those guys who wheel around bottles hidden under cans of soda.

Secret snack of shame?

I eat way more gummy bears than a woman my age should. I also love instant ramen in any shape or form.

Most ambitious thing you’ve ever done in the kitchen:

One Thanksgiving my partner and I spent 12 hours making an enormous turkey, 3 sides, and pumpkin pie. Then we sat down and realized we were the only people who would be eating all that food.

Best restaurant if you’re not paying:

Anywhere high-end in Hong Kong

If you were a cocktail, what would you be?

Hibiscus mojito. It’s classic, with a twist.

Extra Credit: Where is the world’s best pizza?

I have to say Grimaldi’s in Brooklyn. I used to go there at least once a month when I lived in New York and the entire experience, from the food to the claustrophobic seating to the view of the Brooklyn Bridge when you leave the restaurant, represent everything I love and miss about the city.