I almost missed it. By pure luck, I checked and realised it was today.
Coriander and Garlic is one year old today!
OMG! OMG! OMG! I’m still here? I’m still here!! To be fair, I did go MIA for a bit in the middle of it but hey, I’m still here. This is the bit where I get a little emotional.
Thank you everyone for taking the time to read this thing here I call a blog. Kowtows to you lovely folks who subscribe to me. And a big giant wet smooch for my blogger friend Bonnie, for being SO supportive. I can always count on you to have my (blogging) back. Guys, seriously, check out her page, Thirstyfortea.com. Mad skills she has, this woman.
How else could I possibly celebrate this milestone but to bake a cake, right? It’s just been sweet sweet sweet around here lately. My pantry’s running low on sugar as a result. But this is necessary! We only turn one once!
I know! I know! The rainbow cake has been done to DEATH. But…….it’s a rainbow cake! You know you want to make one too. For a first attempt, I got to say, it turned out pretty damn good! *pat on the back* Also, I kind of made a promise here that I would. This was not baked for the same cause I promised it for though, so watch this space.
The rainbow cake has been on my to-bake list for the longest, longest time. Ever since I saw it on Sweetapolita 3 years ago. I promised myself that I will one day bake it for my daughter’s birthday and see her face when I cut out the first slice. I finally got around to it and it was totally worth the 3-year wait. Oh the satisfaction…..*blissful sigh*
So this is what they call a writer’s block. I have opened this window at least five times the last two weeks but closed it each time empty. Nope. Nothing. Nada. Haven’t a clue what to write. Until today. About time too!
I had a revelation today. Nagging works. As a kid, my mum would nag at me till she turned blue in her face but I would just carry on as I were. I often wondered why she bothered since it obviously didn’t work. She still nags at my sister today and having been in both positions as the nagger and the “naggee”, I got to say I feel sorry for my mum more. It’s very very frustrating. But nagging works! Ok, not always and it depends on who you’re nagging at but it DOES work.
I don’t really have much of a sweet tooth. I’ve always preferred savoury food. Lately though, I often find myself rummaging through the 6-year-old’s candy stash. It’s what I do when I’m stretched to my limits; when the kids are on my last nerves; when bowls and plates REFUSE to stay in my grip and when I manage to twist both ankles coming down the stairs. I eat.
Hello. My name is Pris and I’m an emotional eater. Except I don’t just eat when I’m sad. I eat with EVERY emotion. Happy, sad, mad, bored, frustrated or depressed, I eat. I like chips when I’m bored and candy when I’m mad. But some days, candy just doesn’t cut it. Some days, you just get so bogged down that all you want to do is to sit down and not give another shit about whatever might go wrong next. You’ve heard one too many “NO!” from your kids and you’ve knocked over one too many glasses of milk. Let it rain lava for all you care. You just want cake. Chocolate cake. A dense and rich one, with nuts and extra chocolate chips. Hey, that sounds a lot like a brownie. So that’s what I did. I made brownies and suddenly the world doesn’t seem so bad after all. Except now I’m getting fat with every bite. Goddammit!
I was chatting with a friend the other day when he asked what’s for dinner. So I told him that we’re gonna put some meat on the grill and have a lil barbecue. He then asked what we were celebrating. Celebrating?? It was Wedenesday. Good enough reason for me….Haha! I was confused and then I realised what he meant. In Singapore, we don’t BBQ unless there was an occasion. I don’t know why. Maybe because it’s a hassle to get a fire started. But here in Switzerland, warm sunny days are not all year round. Couple that with the ease of a gas grill, we have BBQs every chance we get.
But cost of living is high in Switzerland. More accurately, it’s meat that will bankrupt you. Especially when you’re feeding 2 baby carnivores (my kids no longer eat vegetables. ARGH!). You’d think after all these years I’d be pretty good at estimating how much meat to buy for the week. Wrong! I still tend to buy way too little meat. Especially during BBQ season. Towards the end of the week, I usually find myself getting creative with whatever is left in the fridge.