Somehow, amidst lectures and the closure of yet another semester I find myself having the spare time to do something apart from being a student.
It’s true, though — I have other shoes to fill.
And this time, literally! It’s not my first time frolicking about in these Dr. Martens, and for the sake of demonstrating how versatile these boots can be, as well as for the curious mind who might take interest in how fast my hair can change in just four months, do check out my previous look here.
So last weekend I got all dressed up and slathered on more makeup than I could handle, then hopped onto a bike and traveled to a quiet street in Tanjong Pagar for this photo shoot. I had fun.
When I was little, my parents would buy Saint Cinnamon rolls (Cinnabon-equivalent) for the family and it was a much-loved treat. That was until somewhere along life’s journey when they decided to leave Singapore for good — in other words also forcing our love affair to end.
But as with every relationship, if it’s worth fighting for, you never give up.
And so as I began my journey four months ago, sourcing for that same taste so cinn-fully delicious, I think it’s safe to say: I’ve finally found what I’ve been looking for.
I’m always finding ways to use up the second half of my buttermilk carton.
That’s because most of the time the recipes I use call for only a bit, plus it’s not like I’m feeding an army here at home. It’s terribly inconvenient that the supermarket stocks them in such large quantities.
And then, I thought of pancakes.
Yummy, scrumptious, light and fluffy buttermilk pancakes!
I’m a total breakfast person, so pancakes are definitely top of the list when it comes to my idea of an all-day breakfast menu.
Granted it could be a biased opinion, since I adore anything that’s cream cheese cheesecake-y. But this one… I made them for the first time to be served at my birthday party recently, because blueberries and lemon went nicely with my theme colours: blue, white and yellow.
To my absolute delight and surprise, IT WAS A HUUUUGE HIT.
Getting compliments for my own bakes at my own 21st? It’s like the icing — or the blueberries? — on the cake!
After two months or so of planning, my 21st birthday party has finally come and gone!
With much help from K, my cousin Athalie and my family (with the last minute decor, ha)… Thank God the party was a success. Everyone enjoyed themselves, I do believe, and it went according to how I’d planned — more or less.
It’s never going to be perfect because of the perfectionist that I am (yikes), but even then.
And it’s an extra joyous weekend because it’s the term break next week, hurrah! So, one for good cheer: I decided to make some tiramisu.
(No, actually it’s more like I finally found a day I could spare four over hours without ending up feeling guilty because I neglected some of my readings and what a long sentence this is to say with one breath, ha.)
I took the classic version of this Italian dessert and replaced the Marsala wine with Baileys.
Mmmm, Baileys. Coffee. Irish cream. Liqueur. Crème caramel. You get my drift.
School has been swallowing me whole. Not to mention the birthday prep and the party itself for my 21st just a few days back.
I haven’t been posting, and about my food all the more 😦 What I’ve missed is cooking at home. It’s probably not the food, but the cooking that is my comfort; going back to why I started this blog, you’ll know.
And hence, on impulse, I plated up after making lunch today, got my camera and set to work.