Photos and Memories

Photo of the view from my office "pick-up point".

I love looking at photos and that's perhaps the reason why I love snapping them. They remind us of the things that we might have otherwise forgotten.

Yesterday while waiting for my mom leave with me for breakfast, I browsed through my old cupboards which my sister had taken over management. In a corner, I saw a few pretty flora-framed photo albums. Randomly, I picked one from them and flipped it open. In it were photos of my sister's university graduation day and also some photos of our beloved pet hamsters (R.I.P). Looking at the photos, the sense of lost and longing to hold them hit me. I have not thought much about them since their deaths, but now I realised how I stll missed them. I could almost still remember how their small bodies feel in my palms. And how they always peed on our hands when they were still young and didn't have much control of their small bladders. And of course, the photos of my kid sister who seem to have grown up despite her life-long wish of being Peter Pan. But she is still our baby sister. Sometimes I would call our little princess by my sister's name by accident. I don't know why.

By the time I had put the album away, I knew that I must take more photos now. To remind ourselves of happeir time past.

Comments

Post-meditated Pumpkin and Mushroom Soup

I cannot help but notice that recently the trendy words that seem to flood the wellness media always carry words like “self-care”, “meditation”, “gratitude”, and even “mindfulness” has been thrown in for good measure. Yes, all these single-word suggestions sound good. We all need to know how to take our stress level down a few notches at a time when we need to keep our face masks up. So when I read the news about a nail being found in the pumpkin mushroom soup of an unidentified Asian passenger on board our national carrier bound for Auckland, imagine my dilemma. Should I feel grateful that my previous soups on board were served without any nails? Or should I feel grateful that I could not afford to fly our national carrier often enough to be served soups which might actually have carried nails or other specials in them? As you can see, I am pretty new to this wellness speak and hence very confused about this “gratitude” aspect of the trend. Like any dutiful social m

Rosemary Cuttings

I think I am really bored with life. So bored that I am trying my hands are transplanting my rosemary plant! This is just after I killed by some mint off-shoots recently by transplanting them. I have black fingers, I think. Not that I need another rosemary plant. I am just plain curious why some people here are able to root a cutting from a Cold Storage pack . It sounds so easy that it is absurdly unfair. Maybe it is just my lack of technique and common sense when it comes to plants. Here's a link that I found helpful about transplanting rosemary . Seems that the chances of success for my transplanted rosemary doesn't look high. I didn't dip it in rooting powder (!!??), I transplanted it in medium sized container, and the soil is of highly questionable source (don't ask). Well, if the little fellow didn't make it, you will hear of it here soon.

Comparing Banana Breads

Most of the times, at least for the logical people, baking is the last thing on their minds as who would want their kitchens filled with hot air churning out from the ovens in the land of eternal summer? If not for those limp and blackened bananas sitting in their Tupperware coffins, dawdling towards its expiry, I would have happily nodded my head in wholehearted agreement. These banana were long gone their prime time for smoothies but these were ironically the best state to make banana-anything. If my helper was still around, I would have happily asked her to make those arteries-clogging Jemput-Jemput (aka banana fritters), unfortunately, she was not. So I cranked up my oven to 180 degC and got down to work. I have made banana bread many times with the recipe from Joy of Cooking ('97 edition) and was quite happy with it. So when I realised that JOC came up with a 2019 edition, I knew I need to get my paws on it ASAP and try out that version of Banana Bread. So thanks to

Dainty Bites

Search This Blog