Lost Count

of what happened between the 9 weeks since I was a Scaredy Cat and yet I’m back in the same place on the same chair…it feels like a time loop. Where have I been (besides stuffing my face with peanut butter cheesecake mmm.)

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36 hours were spent crossing borders. Was in London for 12, then arrived in Cologne. (I’d really wanted to go over Christmas but quite soon realised the Christmas markets were a big part of the reason why… boo.) Which is why we proceeded to…

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…have mussels in Brussels (yes the rhyming was deliberate).

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“Life is for surprise kisses, full moon swims, and Dandoy biscuits”. And yummy Belgian waffles, frites with mushroom sauce and good Belgium beer. And a collection of memories from downing a bottle of wine in 5 minutes, dancing and singing in public (I pity those who heard me). 

IMG_0377In February I checked off quite a few to-dos. Made every single thing on the plate above (other than the fried egg. I had help with the fried egg. Eggs have, ironically, never been my strong point). Duck burger recipe from the gorgeous, she-has-it-all Mimi Thorisson.

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Improvised late night meringues made with leftover eggwhite, with a dash of vanilla extract, rosewater, and the use of a grill for those who couldn’t wait to put a mouthful of sugar into their mouths (me me pick me).

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(I always, always, always worry about this tiramisu cake not setting…)

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Mum asked me whether I’ve been eating well. I’ve eaten month-old Chinese New Year Turnip cake (it was in the freezer). I haven’t been eating as healthily as when I was back in London, but there have been good days.

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The vast amount of credit given for the siew yoke below doesn’t go to me, and I very happily sat and stuffed my cheeks with it. There was a debate over whether roast pork belly had to be cut at a precise regular shape. Whether this was better. A lot of what I perceive as good depends heavily on the memories a particular edible can revoke. This was made the way I’ve tasted siew yoke at home from all the way since I was a child. This was what I chose.

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There’s the danger of stuffing an iCal with so many blocks of a day that I lose sight of what I should really be focusing on because every task and commitment is just a mad rush with a constant worry at the back of my mind about what I should be doing next. It’s a vicious cycle of unnecessary stress and while it’s good to have something to look forward to doesn’t mean the present should be relegated. Especially when the present is a pocketful of giggles and sunshine.

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Saying that, however, one should always, always look forward to dessert.

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