The Singapore Botanic Gardens has given me shelter & reprieve from the haze which has kept us indoors a great deal these last few weeks. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: September 2019”
I don’t make white loaves much. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good crusty white as much as anyone else, but we tend to favour wholegrains in our family when it comes to everyday bread-eating. Continue reading “in love with this Basic Boule”
I am a creature of habit. If left unchecked, I will drive by familiar roads, walk by the same paths, cook tried & tested family favourites. Yet, because someone wise told me long ago that I should break routine at least once a day for the purposes of stimulating creativity, I try to shake it up a little when I can. Continue reading “fruit of a different route”
One challenging aspect of being almost vegetarian is when I am in need of comfort food. Most of the things I crave from childhood inevitably contain meat of some sort. Hence, I am almost vegetarian: I typically pick around the meat in a dish, especially when I am eating out. Continue reading “Comfort Food: Vegetarian Tau Yu Bak (Braised Tofu in Soy Sauce)”
August was a month of normalisation: a time to take a breath after an exciting few months of family visits and travel. School begins, routines kick back in, space to gawk at familiar places and wonders. Continue reading “The Changing Seasons: August 2019”
“Darling, when you run tomorrow morning, see if you can find this?” came this request as he pushed his computer in front of my nose. Peering at his photograph of what looked like a sweet bun nestled among leaves, I looked enquiringly at him as Loving Husband explained that he chanced upon this curiosity, stark against the dark of foliage, made even more interesting in the twilight hour of his run in the Singapore Botanic Gardens. “I want to know what it looks like now” he explained. Continue reading “little surprising treasures”
In these dark rooms where I live out empty days,
I wander round and round
trying to find the windows.
It will be a great relief when a window opens.
But the windows aren’t there to be found –
or at least I can’t find them.
Perhaps the light will prove another tyranny.
Who knows what new things it will expose?
“The Windows” by C P Cavafy, 1903
The nutty aroma of today’s bake fills my kitchen as it rests on the wire rack. Sigh of relief follows when the loaf is finally cool enough to slice. One of the joys and tensions of trying out & substituting new flours is wondering if it will all work out. Looking forward to slathering it with butter. Maybe I will use some to make sandwiches for Loving Husband’s Lunch Bag tomorrow. Continue reading “Buckwheat-Spelt Loaf”
My 21 year old Conscientious Daughter waits at traffic lights and will not cross before the Green Man appears even if there are no cars on the road. I find this very endearing as I will jaywalk in a heartbeat. This behaviour gives her a considerable amount of consternation, especially if I am dragging her along with me. Much like how I feel when my Flamboyant Father pulls me across a traffic-laden Hanoi road because (he assures me) “the cars and bikes will avoid us”. Continue reading “cross at the light”