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Slobber Jobber

August 29, 2010 //
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[via Peasandthankyou]

So if you’ve been following my feverish tweets on the peanut butter cravings that always seem to constantly seize me good, you’d probably know that DIY Reese’s PB cups would send me into a dizzying ecstasy of sorts. Very comparable to the sort of happiness that, you know, has you pooping rainbows and unicorns from your behind.

Okay, my point is. I will make my own PB cups once I’m done with this schizo disso. 12,000 words, Imma OWN you. If only for the sake of stuffing my mouth legitimately with a sick amount of chocolate and peanut buttttaaaahhhh.

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Missing by a silver foil packet

August 23, 2010 //
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Today I really missed my mom. Sometimes it really is hard to be a 13-hour plane ride apart.

So I just did the next best thing: I made one of her signature dishes for dinner. Soy-glazed baked salmon, packed in a sealed foil packet, just the way she would do it. Although she’d probably grimace if she saw that I didn’t top it with a huge bowl of rice to wipe up all that delicious caramelized soy goodness. That’s another thing you know. In London without my mom, nobody forces me to eat my rice!

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Hey mom I don’t always put junk in my mouth

August 5, 2010 //
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So it all started with these friends on the drawing slicing board

And then they went into the mixing bowl, eggplant-first.

Topped by courgettes.

And baby tomatoes (I love them vine on).

And mushrooms.

Rubbed up with a lather of olive oil, rosemary, thyme, and S&P. Popped into the oven and given a good roasting.

Et voilà. Dinner.

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Funny friends we can call Boss

July 7, 2010 //
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So this is what I’ve been up to: Chowing down on gigantuan hunks of mozarella cheese and chugging bottles of (too sweet) ice wine while overstaying our welcome at A‘s enviable bachelor pad. Trying to play with his extremely intelligent cast and failing like the noob I should be (no broken arms for me; no thank you). (Re)discovering for ourselves – over many dinners, even more drinks and two Semi-final World Cup matches – just how extinct the species of men that B belongs to is. And all this with my unquestionably loyal partner-in-crime O.

And this is what I’ll be up to: More rest. The World Cup finals (Go Oranje!). Project Makeover for B, which means we’ll be binning that mustard shirt you see up there.

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This island and this grave gut

June 17, 2010 //
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So all I’ve been doing since coming back to this sweltering little island is stuff myself. And stuff myself up good.

The most addictive ramen and broth I’ve tasted outside Tokyo. Poached eggs and smoked salmon in hollandaise sauce, pancakes and really, Jones’ brunch all day long. Kangaroo meat, Chilean seabass and duck confit at The Moomba. Masterchef Cheok’s chickenating good dinner. Exorbitantly priced sangria that really was, bad red wine. More Korean before the devastating loss that was Korea-Argentina. And the largest platter of beef horfun I’ve ever seen which B and C demolished easily before my feeble eyes.

There are bigger guts out there than mine. I’ve been myopic.

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Special K isn’t cereal

June 8, 2010 //
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The nice thing about being home for just a month is that your friends let you get first dibs on your choice of gastronomic poison. And naturally there aren’t any prizes for guessing what I choose. Each. And. Every. Single. Time.

I wasn’t all that impressed by Hansang, because of more reasons than I can count on one hand. But they did do a mean version of 자장면 (black bean noodles) which KC and I both liked. It was rinse and repeat on Monday night when I met C and L for dinner at Your Woul, which was more than a couple of notches above Hansang. The 두부전골 (tofu and beef casserole) was just what we needed to fill our beckoning bellies. And since Your Woul had all these K-Pop posters up on the wall, a much-needed brief education on the wonders of Korean idol groups was presented to L. Whether she wanted to hear it or not.

:)

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Brady Bunch

June 4, 2010 //
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My blood. We’re missing the sister.

And no surprises there. I dragged them for Korean once I was back. And for once, the complaints of my fussy little brother fell on deaf ears :)

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Wrap it all up

May 30, 2010 //
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[via Open Mouth Insert Cookie]

Mmmmm.

Potstickers, dumplings, prawn wantons. The works. Like the obese dumplings that we wrapped up during Chinese New Year. I think I’ve already decided what my first meal back home in June will be.

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Psychedelic Pancakes

April 19, 2010 //
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[I Am Mommy]

Oh my. With this much food colouring swimming in their systems, I’m sure this mommy’s kids went into a good preservative frenzy. But what a happy stack of pancakes this is! I’m sure if my mom had sneaked some food colouring onto my plate when I was a kid, I wouldn’t have been the nightmare child taking three hours to play with/eat her dinner daily.

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A Saturday with the oyster boys

April 18, 2010 //
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So it was Borough Market again this morning, bringing much-needed respite after a miserable day of bed bug cleansing and annoying itching. Since C left, I haven’t had the willpower to wake up early on a Saturday morning to carry my happy belly to Borough, so I’m really glad I did today. With the awesome company of W and L.

I got to introduce the boys to the amazing lemon curd tart from Dark Sugars and they loved it. Besides that, our personal interests deviated and they loaded up on fresh oysters (yuck) and I got myself half an ostrich burger with wholegrain mustard and a bottle of Argentinian dulce de leche to take home. Can’t wait to smother my fresh sourdough loaf with this baby; that would probably make up for the absolutely horrible froyo I had at Yog to round things up. It was so milky and the toppings didn’t mix well at all. Deep down, I’m really just a simple Yami Yogurt girl at heart.

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