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Korean Seafood Scallion Pancakes & Kimchi Fried Rice

I just found out first-hand that it is really hard to snap a photo with your iPhone in one hand and a pancake in another. This is one of the very rare instances that I which I look into human genetic modification with hope. My mom carted over one scarily huge squid (what do they feed squids these days?) and two large bags of prawns yesterday afternoon. And she told me I could do whatever I want with them. That's what you get from your mom when you are an adult. Freedom. And the responsibility to produce dinner, of course. I chopped up the seafood and loosely followed Mark Bittman's recipe  for the batter and relinquished the task of frying to my mom. Before long, we had a batch of the crispiest savoury pancakes ever. Between our little princess, my mom and me, we ate so many pancakes that we had to remind each other to keep some for the other dinner attendees. It was hard to do that, but we did manage to save each of them a piece. Since we had too much seafood

Ice Cream Glee

Me: "Do you like ice-cream?" Princess: "Do you have to ask?" Me: "Do you like this ice-cream?" Princess: "This taste good." (Note: she had gummy bears and white chocolate bites mixed into it.) Me: "Do you know how much this cup of ice-cream cost?" (Note: she has no concept of money.) Princess: "Erm ... Anyway, Daddy is the one paying. You should ask him." Me: "..."

The Need To Get Outdoors

I don't think that I have ever mention here that during his younger days, Hubby was sort of a dare-devil. Together with his group of friends, they would do ridiculous things which until today, they would laugh at themselves whenever they talk fondly of the past. Some of the crazy things I heard them do were walking a round of Singapore on foot (!!), jumping off a cliff and into a pool of unknown depth at an old mining quarry at Pulau Ubin (!!!) and, of course, the infamous walk around the now-defunct Bidadari Cemetery at night (!!!!). What other stuff they had done? I could only guess and probably Hubby would have told his friends numerous times " Don't Tell My Mother ". Now I look at my little princess, I can almost see some streaks of adventure seeking nature in her. There was once I caught her climbing out on the rail of our planter with her body half bent over looking 4 stories down to the ground floor. My knees nearly buckled. Another incident saw her b