Running in the rain (drizzle preferred over torrential downpour) always brings a smile to my face.
Fountain at 1 Nassim
I am so delighted that there is a new generation of non-fiction which entertains & informs.
Birthday cake lovingly baked by BakerFriend Extraordinaire (white cake with my favouritest American buttercream) & considerately gifted several weeks after my birth day so I can continue celebrating through the month (and with some distance from the numerous cakes I consumed during my birthday week).
I am not an early bird by nature. But necessity finds me up before the sun rises on most days (I drive Loving Husband to school so I can have the car – he likes to be in school round about 7am). Despite being heavy-eyed, I do enjoy my runs & walks before the heat becomes uncomfortable.
This is what Yellow Simpoh fruit looks like, if you find it early enough, before they split.
Ambling past, I did a double take and had to retrace my steps: there seemed to be both yellow flowers and pink flowers on the very same plant.
Upon closer examination, what first appeared to be the pink flower was actually the fruit split open.
Upon googling, I discovered that Yellow Simpoh is a plant native to Singapore. Its large leaves are used to wrap tempeh for fermentation, and in more gentler times, as a coned receptacle for traditional “fast foods” like rojak. The things I learn when I am up early enough.
I have been following Laurie’s Friday Favourites (NotesFromTheHinterland) for a while now. I find her weekly updates informative (I am a busybody) and inspiring (joy that comes from gratefulness). So I have decided to join in. Check out also ThistlesandKiwis’ This Week’s Small Pleasures as she shares the things that bring her joy.
I first had apple crumble in London when we visited Artist in the Kitchen Aunt. She effortlessly throws together fruity, cinnamon-y, nutty, more-ish crumbles to be eaten warm with thick, creamy custard (or cold for breakfast was great as well).
Adoring fans crowded to gawk & cheer. Fortunately, they moved on as I approached. Apart from me, he had two other spectators, twirling & swirling around him, perhaps hoping he would decide to share breakfast.
August marked the return to school for Loving Husband & Older Daughter. No more huddling at home around the dining table for long meals, no more marathon sessions in the kitchen, no more lounging around in PJs.