Wednesday, April 09, 2008
Skin DeepI wonder how much of ourselves people actually see. Or even, how much
we ourselves can see. Don't quite know why I'm so consumed with this tonight. Maybe it's the ease at which I sometimes say to myself that certain people are just too boring or stereotypical, up to the point where it just isn't worth knowing more about them (because there simply
isn't any more to learn about.) And yet there are those that hold so much intrigue that you yearn to collect as many snippets of information about them as possible. Perhaps it's how much you actually let known?
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Brainstorming on some stuff to cook up soon. Chilli crab is one that's confirmed, but for the rest of it I only have a list of ingredients. Let's see:
Slipper lobsters ("crayfish", we call them locally) - I'd love to get some yabbies or maine lobsters, but the former is impossible to get locally and latter's way too extravagant.
Zucchini flowers - I don't see how on earth I can get my hands on some, short of growing zucchini myself.
Maybe a trip to the fish wholesale market is in order.
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MeadHave a fresh batch of leatherwood honey mead fermenting right now. Made it extra-concentrated - 1 litre of honey in 1 gallon of water, aiming for a late-harvest wine sweetness and thickness this time. OK, I actually cheated a little. Had to add some wildflower honey so that it reaches a decent S.G. Doubt it'll be ready in time for any of the feasts, but at least it's working out. Used Red Star's Pasteur Champagne yeast this time, maybe it'll make a difference! The new yeast is super-aggressive, it's been bubbling like mad for the past week. Now, I still have my 30 litre fermenter sitting around (soaked in bleach right now - for the past week, actually). Giant batch of mead? I'll probably wait for the leatherwood to be half-done, steal a sip, and see if the new recipe works first. And I do need to look for cheaper sources of exotic honeys in bulk.
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Other Side of the WorldSome belated photographs of our weekend stay at Merchant Court.
Was on call last Saturday, and decided to go up to the level 9 lounge for a rest. A huge window (full length from ceiling to floor) opens out to a fantastic view over Chinatown, and all of a sudden I realised that just 1 week ago, I had that same view - over from Merchant Court. Not a nice feeling, looking out from the other side of the world.
Nice view of Clarke Quay
Breakfast the next day. "Why the hell is there frog in that porridge?"
OK, I made that up.
Molly sleeping like a pig. No wonder my mom keeps calling her "the pig".
Wenky
11:58 PM
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