Monday, 29 April 2013
Friday, 12 April 2013
When I was a little girl, I loved reading. Mom and dad were teachers and dad was both the school and church librarian.
My early memories were of pure delight when dad got home with huge brown boxes packed with books, each telling a wonderful story which would transport me to a fantasy world.
Yes, there was lots of work to be done. Each book had to be processed for the library. Pockets were stuck on each book. Cards had to be prepared to go into the pockets. Slips of paper stuck to each book to record the due dates. All that was necessary so that the books could be loaned out. We all pitched in . The best part was we got first pick of the best books.
That was in the seventies.
In 1996, I married a fellow book lover. We lined our home with shelves to hold our combined book collections.
We have kids. Our favourite place for family hang outs was Borders. We'd park the kids at the children's books section where they can browse and read. If they're good, they get to choose a book each which we'd buy to add to their collection.
We grown ups pick our books and read near them.
Those were the days I worked from home. My Internet business paid our bills so both parents were always there for our kids.
I miss those good old days.
Yesterday, my hubby brought me out on a Friday night date. We went to Kenny Rogers at holland. I love their chicken .
It's a cosy place. What I liked best was the shelf of books, holding entire series with different series to satisfy various literary tastes. Especially for kids.
It felt like home.
Sunday, 7 April 2013
Lots of the hot beauty ingredients originated from nature. AHAs are naturally occuring acids found in fruits, sour milk while BHA can be extracted from sugarcane. These have been used for ages to slough off dead skin cells, unclogging pores, treating acne and revealing the soft young skin hidden underneath.
Found this blog by Anna which brings back fond old memories.
Natures Home Spa: Fruit Facials / Alpha Hydroxy Acid (AHA) Masks Recipes
Here's an article I wrote too on the different fruit facials for your skin type, be it oily with acne or dry and delicate.
Wednesday, 6 March 2013
I must confess. Mom made this dish , not me.
I remember how my late grandpa used to share his recipes with me. Though we spoke English , when it came to food, he'd explain it all in Malay . Typically the amounts were estimated , like a pinch of the, a handful of that , just enough of this etc.
The secret to great food was always stir frying pounded shallots and garlic or rempah in oil til brown then adding in the meat, then everything else.
Here's a simple way to prepare chap chye.
- Soak dried black fungus , rice vermicelli and dried tau kee on water to hydrate these.
- Dry with a paper towel.
- Peel fresh prawn
- Slice belly pork finely
- Peel and slice a carrot or two
- Slice a cabbage
- Peel and Pound a clove of garlic and five shallots.
- Stir fry the garlic and shallots til brown
- Add the pork and prawns and let it cook
- Add in the cabbage, carrots, black fungus, tau kee and vermicelli
- Season with sea salt
- Serve hot
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
Lava oozing out of a chocolate lava cake on chocoholics has the same effect as blood on sharks . It sends us chocoholics into a feeding frenzy.
I had a bummer of a morning and could use a little chocolate to cheer me up. Guess what, Beard Papa's first batch of chocolate lava cake had just come out of the oven.
Unlike some places which forbid you to take photos of the food, the ladies at beard papa, bugis mrt station, when they saw me trying to photograph my lava cake from the bag, took out a tray of fresh chocolate lava delights for an impromptu shoot.
Got my photos, got my cake and the morning's disappointment was quickly forgotten. An awesome breakfast was in store for me once I'd a chance to savor it.
I couldn't wait. The rich melted chocolate in soft pastry made my day.
Tuesday, 12 February 2013
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Growing up in Katong, the ladies around me wore kebayas adorned with finely embroidered flowers, a testament to their patience and needlework skills
I love flowers. Though I prefer scented ones like tuberose or the tropical roses that flourished in grandpa's garden, this struck a chord with me.
Foggy memories of a kebaya with small pink flowers just like these come to mind, but I can't recall who wore it.
I don't own any kebayas. Never did. I preferred western clothes, jeans and tees when I was young and later married out of the peranakan community . I did wear cheongsam to fit into my husband's culture but now, I have a yearning for the world I was born into .. Decades ago.. When life was simpler. Happier