I am a worrier and I had to smile when I read this quote in the book that I am currently reading (Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman). It was so apt and so what I needed to read!
Serendipity!
This is going into my worry journal!
My extraordinarily ordinary life!
Sometimes you find that books are hard to read; sometimes because the pace is not quick enough or sometimes things move on too quickly for you to catch up, or sometimes because there are too many hard truths that you can relate to that reading has become uncomfortable, or sometimes it’s just not exactly the read you expected it to be. I’m at that stage in reading Us by David Nicholls. I love it, but I’ve hit a reading wall with it, so I’m putting it down for a while and coming back to it later.
I’ve started on a different book: Practical Magic by Alice Hoffman. I read it once when I was in a “witchy” phase (chalk it up to taking anthropology and world history in one semester and working on a paper on comparative witchcraft!) but I don’t think I completely appreciated the book when I read it. I loved the movie though (Sandra Bullock and Nicole Kidman in one movie with one heck of a soundtrack!). The movie screenplay is different from the book but nevertheless, I loved the movie and the book. I’ve started the book again and I am reading it with different (probably more jaded) eyes and a fresh perspective. I knew why loved it then and I am enjoying it now.
There’s a twist to this as well: I’m reading an actual book! The action of actually turning a page is priceless. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Kindle (being able to carry a veritable library in one’s handbag is amazing!) but there is something beautifully interactive with reading an actual book!
I am completely obsessed with tabbouleh!
It’s a lovely green salad with a LOT of herbs (parsley and mint), bulgar wheat, tomatoes, cucumbers, spices and lemon. It’s a Middle Easter salad that is usually served as part of a meze. It’s really simple because it’s really just all the ingredients chopped up, mixed with the salt, pepper, garlic, oil and a squeeze of lemon, but it’s really amazing. It’s a bit prep-heavy because you’re chopping veg and the herbs into tiny bits and having to cook, drain and cool the tabbouleh, but it is certainly worth it. Once the salad has been cooled and you take a mouthful, it’s a party in your mouth! It’s a great side to a kebab meal or grilled or roasted meats or on its own.
I am all for simple, no-fuss, minimum prep dishes, but give me a chopping board and tabbouleh ingredients and I will happily mince the ingredients because the prep is so worth it!
I’ve almost always bought the potstickers (which are similar to the Japanese gyoza), whether cooked and ready to eat or frozen. I’ve never really made them myself. Mostly because I thought the pleating would be a difficult thing to do. I’m a perfectionist so anything that doesn’t look good to me is a disappointment (reminds me of the mini-melt down I had when I first made carrot cake whoopie pies. It involved a quiet scream and the throwing of the poor, innocent ice cream scooper!). To avoid the disappointment, I just don’t do things.
But lately, I’ve been fairly adventurous (helped along by Alan’s encouragement!). Last week, I made siomai. This weekend, it was Chinese pork potsticker dumplings. I must have watched a lot of “how-to-pleat” videos on youtube to mentally prepare myself for the exercise. The dumplings turned out really well and has (probably) been given the Alan seal of approval. I used store bought dumpling wrappers – the next time I’m doing it, I’m doing EVERYTHING completely from scratch!
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I’ve actually started a new book – yes again! Someone said that I was a quick reader. I think it’s a sign that I’m stressed. Reading is a bit of an escape for me. I get to stop thinking about things that worry me and I get to wonder about someone else’s issues for a change – and I don’t have to worry. I just have to read so that I see things unfolding. It’s a good thing.
I’m reading Us by David Nicholls (he wrote One Day). It’s about a biochemist whose marriage is failing. But he and his wife decide that despite the fact that they are going to get a divorce, they go on a trip with their teenaged son and while on the trip, the son disappears. I haven’t got any further than that though.
The story appeals to me though, because of the sciency bits. One of the nerdy jokes that got me giggling to myself on the train (no doubt attracting weird looks) was the joke that said “The only acid in this house is deoxyribonucleic acid!” As the main character is a biochemist, I wasn’t surprised that there was a lot about labs and research. It made me smile when the Drosophila melanogaster was mentioned along with genetic mapping. The Drosophila melanogaster is the scientific name for the common fruitfly. I have first-hand experience with fruitflies because my dad is a geneticist and he was working on a project that involved fruitflies. Fruitflies are a blight on Philippine mangoes and my dad was attempting to sterilise the fruitflies, so that they only produced female flies. I don’t really know if my dad was successful, but it was because of this project that Drosophila melanogaster was a big fixture in our life for a very long time.
I’m still reading. So the jury’s out. But then again, I did get the book because it was a David Nicholls book and I loved One Day. I am loving the book so far thought. More so now because I seem to have found a connection with the main character!
I have been quite stressed lately…and I think it’s because I’ve been working too hard and I’ve been dealing with…issues. I’ve had a reflective look back at my life and during the most stressful situations, I’ve noticed that I read a lot of books, fiction mostly. And during the past 12 months, I’ve been reading up a storm! My fiction reading is directly proportional to my stress levels (15 books in 6 months is a lot – more than a book every 2 weeks!). I think I’m this close to a burnout. I’ve also been reading loads about stress coping strategies and burnouts and how to spot them. It’s not helping though because I know intrinsically, something’s got to change.
What I really need is a change of place, a change of pace, and…a change. But tonight I’m going to go to bed and just rest!
If you order Chinese takeaway, and order the hors d’oeuvres, you will most likely get prawn toast. Apart from the spring rolls, this is probably one of my favourite things from a Chinese takeaway (I love prawns, you see). I’ve always heard about how easy it is to make, but I could never wrap my mind around how the prawn would stick to the bread!
All week last week, I googled recipes for prawn toast and pored over directions. I put together what I thought were common ingredients and hoped for the best! Which was, in itself, such a dangerous thing to do since I had never (ever) made prawn toast! But it worked and all night, as I was wallowing in prawn toast, I was thanking the cooking gods for smiling on my experimentation!
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I’ve loved coconut tarts since the first day I tasted them. Alan properly introduced me to them in Chinatown in London. We had a favourite Chinese bakery where we bought our char siu buns, cocktail buns and egg and coconut tarts. We called this bakery, the one with the pushy aunts because they were very…authoritative. To be honest, these Chinese aunties scared me! We’ve since then changed loyalties and we’ve found the perfect char siu buns from somewhere else, but after looking through at least 4 Chinese bakeries, one of my favourite things to order is the coconut tart. I love the flakiness of the pastry that they use on the tarts.
It is widely known that necessity is the mother of all invention. The trains to London are (to put it indelicately) buggered on the weekends until 22 March. So I can’t just zip into Chinatown and get some coconut tarts. Plus, Alan has been asking me to bake coconut tarts for a few weeks now. At first, they were very gentle, subtle hints. A couple of weeks ago, he asked me to bake them because he said my tarts were better than the store bought ones because I put more coconut in them! So, of course, I had to bake them!
I’ve almost always used store-bought puff pastry because it was more convenient. But as I am challenging my baking fears, I’ve been practicing my puff and rough-puff pastry making capabilities and flexing my muscles. I can bake shortcrust and sweet shortcrust pastry fairly well now, so this was a new challenge.
I think I’ve found a puff pastry recipe that I can manipulate and work to fit my needs. I’ve done a few tweaks to it so that it’s simple and relatively fool proof.
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TIP: To use this pastry in a savoury recipe, replace the sugar with 1 tsp fine sea salt.
When you’re ready to fill your tarts, roll out the pastry to desired thickness and cut rounds to line muffin tins. Preheat the oven to 180ºC.
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I’m on a reading roll (non-bread, mind!)! I’ve always had my nose in a book for as long as I can remember, but for the past several years, work has taken over my life. I’ve been working and spending my non-working hours either baking or resting and completely vegging out (by watching TV).
But I’ve been reading a lot the past few months: I’ve finished the All Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness (A Discovery of Witches, Shadow of Night and the Book of Life), the Languedoc Series by Kate Mosse (Citadel, Sepulchre and Citadel), Gillian Flynn’s books (Gone Girl, Dark Places, and Sharp Objects), The Cousins War Series by Philippa Gregory (The White Queen, The Red Queen, The Lady of the Rivers, The King Maker’s Daughter, The White Princess, and the King’s Curse), Me Before You by Jojo Moyes, and Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy by Helen Fielding. Two weeks ago, I finished Girl On The Train by Paula Hawkins.
On Friday, I finished another book. Continuing on the amnesia-lit theme (Girl On The Train was mostly because the character experiences a sort of amnesia), I started on Fractured last weekend. The premise was about this girl who has an accident and wakes up from it with a life that’s perfect and far from what she had before she had the accident and what happens after as she tries to figure out why her life is what it is. Before this book, I’d been lamenting my reading speed. But considering that I only read on the train after Alan gets off the train on the way to work, and on the way home, I read only until Alan gets home, my reading speed is relatively back to where it used to be. The only downside is that I’m experiencing a twitching on the left side of my forehead! My eyebrow and top and bottom eyelids are twitching too. I’m constantly afraid that people will think I’m winking at them!
I’ve got a book lined up for my next read. It’s called The Book of You by Claire Kendal. Bring on the daily commute!
But now, I’ve got to make Chinese coconut tarts! See y’all later!