Pancakes are one of my all-time favourite feeds. The first mouthful of cakey fluffiness, dripping with butter and maple syrup is comfort food at its finest! The alchemy of simple flour, egg & milk, stirred in a mixing bowl, and in no time at all, transformed into delicious sustenance! Continue reading “Family Time: Pancake Sunday”
One of the repercussions of the long ICU stay was that I had to relearn many things I previously took for granted, like sitting up without slumping over, eating without choking, walking without feeling like my legs were going to buckle. Fortunately, these skills were quickly regained, within days of leaving the ICU.
Singing, however, was another matter. I could barely talk, so singing felt like such a long shot. In the bigger scheme of things, it just didn’t seem all that important. Continue reading “Learning to Sing Again”
Brows furrowed in consternation, reschooled, rearranged into too bright a smile. "You look fantastic! So much better now!" follows all too quickly A shuffling of feet. when can i politely take my leave? without seeming rude, ungrateful, without causing worry, offence? "Are you resting enough? How are you feeling? Are you eating well? Are you back to normal?" i mumble something or other, eager to get away from the concerned glances that are shot my way. Am i fine? i feel fine. But i guess the scalp peeking out from my closely cropped mane, the scar adjacent to my lip, mostly faded, but still mocking, the shadows under my no longer sunken eyes, hinting at darker days surprise, shock, evoke concern & sympathy from those i chancely encounter. I am fine.
I find myself in the world of podcasts rather belatedly, all of a sudden immersed in this fantastic place of possibilities, where one can immerse oneself in programmes ranging from Gin & Botanicals (BBC4: Food Programme) to the Migration of Birds (BBC4 Radio: In Our Time) to the whimsical quirky storyworld of Nightvale (Welcome to Nightvale). Continue reading “The Wonderful World of Podcasts”
Shhhh … under the bed.
Is the dragon under the bed?
Oh… he’s not there.
Maybe he’s off flying through a deep blue sky
Searching for his next quarry, his next meal.
Flying free, flying fast,
Watchful for anything that
Moves far below him.
Shhhh … in the closet.
Is the dragon in the closet?
Oh … he’s not there.
Maybe he’s fighting a knight,
All shiny, metal-tasting and clanky,
Toying with this quarry, with this next meal.
Fighting free, fighting strong,
Invigorated by the challenge of this champion.
Shhhh … outside the window.
Is the dragon outside the window?
Oh … he’s not there.
Maybe he’s lying amidst his hoard, in his far off cave
Full of treasure, twinkling like stars in the darkness.
Heaving, gasping for his next breath.
Fighting free, fighting long.
Where have all the dragons gone?
They have left our our skies, our lands,
our deepest, darkest corners.
The Dragonslayers, conniving, skilled,
insistently memorising the face of each mesmerising dragon,
hunting them down mercilessly.
The end of legend,
the end of imagination,
the end of possibility.
The Dragons are driven out, one by one,
pursued, desperate, cornered,
until They have no choice but to grow up.
Loving Husband & Older Daughter love dark chocolate, even the very bitter 100%. Younger Daughter and I prefer ours much sweeter and perhaps, milkier.
In considering where bitter fits in my life, I think our taste buds have it right: sweet, salty, sour, bitter, and for the new gourmand, umami. It all contributes to our experience of food, and in a larger sense, of the world around us. It is about finding the right balance, the right combination, the right amount. Continue reading “100% Chocolate”
This lovely purple furoshiki is a gift from Older Daughter. She returned from a 2-week tour of Japan with her grandparents last night, and this is the beautiful & thoughtful gift she brought me; purple is my favourite colour, of course, and the double-sided pattern is very artistic! The furoshiki is used by the Japanese to wrap all sorts of things; Older Daughter says it is for me to use as a backdrop for my food pics.
A mother’s heart warmed.
It was going to rain so it was overcast and cool; the air had that swollen feeling, like a watermelon ripe to burst; there was a eerie quiet despite traffic sounds in the distance. I could hear the birds sing with clarity, smell the pond, feel the brush of the wind. Everything was poised for something to happen …
But it never did. No rain yet.
Still, a perfect morning on record.
Feature Photo: Pinecone Ginger Flowers at the Visitor’s Centre, Singapore Botanic Gardens.
As I sit at my usual window spot at Starbucks, I enjoy the airconditioning which makes an overcast & muggy day pleasant. As I daydream in the relative cool, I recall a message from my aunt in London that temperatures had climbed up to 18 degrees centigrade yesterday! Unseasonably hot for them.
While we had bemoaned the lack of snow while we were in London in December & January, it certainly wasn’t 18 degrees. And we did have a flurry morning, so we did get to enjoy some of the magic of winter. Continue reading “Glittering Grass”
Waiting, waiting to wake up; meanwhile, anything is possible!
One of the reasons I love running on Orchard Road is the sculptures that appear on the pedestrian walkway. This one by Niki de Saint Phalle was certainly a highlight!
Feature photo taken along Orchard Road: La Machine a Rever by Niki de Saint Phalle (1930-2002), courtesy of Opera Gallery, 16 Sep-16 Oct 2016. Fiberglass & painted polyester sculpture completed in 1970.