The semester has ended and the holidays have begun! I decided to try something different today before I delve into all that baking and posting more food recipes. Excited?
Inspired by the many shopping haul vlogs I’ve been seeing on YouTube, I’m going to start sharing my purchases too. Yay! The whole idea is somewhat like the “what’s in my bag” trend that started a few years back, except this is probably a “what’s in my SHOPPING bag” version 🙂
I don’t have a video channel as yet, and besides I’m plagued with stage fright so being in front of a video camera with an imaginary audience pretty much freaks me out all the same, so I’ll be sticking with just writing for now.
Read on if you’re interested to find out what I got from ASOS this fall/winter! I hope all of you will enjoy this new section I’m introducing onto the blog (especially the girls)! x
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.
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.
When it comes to Japanese food, I’m not one to go big on buffets.
Being a Singaporean, for obvious reasons, buffets are meant to be really worth it — yet not so much for me, as my tummy has the unfortunate chronic inability to stomach more than say, eight plates of sushi. It’s just sad.
Despite passing up on buffets in general, I do make special exceptions. At the Himawari Japanese Restaurant is probably one of the rare places you’d actually find me shoving food down my throat in a less-than-fashionable manner (simply because the food is too good I could do with taking in two portions at once with no care for civility).
“Too good to be true” would be a sore understatement.
So it’s common knowledge I love beef. I also love having myself a good BLT sandwich.
My parents are currently away in Malaysia, and will only be back later in week. With my Dad not around to make dinner, the responsibility naturally fell on my shoulders to “tank”. I blame my ovaries — wait, before you freak out at my preposterously crude remark, do understand it’s because I have two brothers and being the only daughter… You get my drift.
Now this is really a challenge. Settling my meal is easy; I’m O.K. with quick salads or sandwiches. My brothers? Hm, not so much.
Check out my attempt at striking a balance: give and take, with a little compromise.
So I haven’t updated in a while. I’ve found I actually have other things to do with my life, ha.
Anyway, as promised, I’m back with the potato gumbo recipe.
I hope all of you have been looking forward to this post. (Well, even if you haven’t, I’ve got one fan for sure — K has been bugging me to get this recipe up because when we had it over dinner he just loved it so much!)
And, if I hadn’t previously already mentioned, K is quite the foodie. So… You’ve definitely got the free hand deciding whether or not to trust his judgment; but if you love food too that shouldn’t be too hard a decision to make. I mean, just saying 😉
Ever had one of those sudden revelations lingering in the realm of exotic flavours? That aha! moment when you’ve got different foods in your mouth and your tastebuds tell you “oh my goodness, this just might work”?
I can’t imagine how else it could’ve dawned upon Roger Mooking that steak should be marinated with root beer, if he hadn’t had half-chewed beef in his mouth while taking a huge gulp of A&W.
Because, trust me (and trust me because I’ve tried), the two are a match made in heaven.
To have them separately is one thing, but root beer infused steak? Ohhh, there’s a whole new world.
Mother’s Day came a day earlier for my family this year.
Last night, instead of heading out to a fancy restaurant, we had a quiet and simple celebration at home. No party, no frills — just home.
Crowds aside, love was the reason we all chose to be at home. And I’m sure home with those whom we love the most (and those only who can love us the most) was where everyone most wanted to be.
Full colour grilled vegetables.
My Dad’s really fond of what we’d call “Western food”. To him, that’s simple cooking. It’s true, sometimes; Asian food is a whole different ball game. So since he was in charge of dinner for the night, Western was on the menu.