Chinese tea eggs are one of my favourite things in the entire world. One of my dearest uncles in Malaysia would make me these. It is one of my last memories of him before he went missing. The eggs sit in a dark bath of herbs and sauces, and over time become infused with incredible sweetness and flavour.
This image was taken as a remix response to photographer/artist Clare Yow’s work dealing with the intersections of food + culture + race + design.