Remember how I once mentioned that the Swiss like to blame all unexplainable shifts in mood and behaviour on the full/new moon? (Yes, I’m glossing over the fact that I’ve been gone for almost two months) That pretty much means we all go a little crazy every 15 days. I can attest to that. But I don’t JUST go crazy, I also go vegetarian. Wait….that DOES sound crazy……I kid!
There’s a new moon coming up next week. So I thought, why not share this recipe now so you’d have ample time to gather all the ingredients for it, in the event that you might want to go crazy with me and not eat meat for a day.
Buddha’s delight is usually served on Chinese New Year’s day and last I checked, it doesn’t fall in June. But really, why do people only eat certain foods during certain festivities?? Why can’t you roast a turkey in March? Or have hotpot in November? Ok, I may be opening a can of worms here aaaand I’m rambling.
I’ll be damned if I don’t get four posts up in February. I’m getting lazy. I mean, I’ve always been lazy but this is a whole new level of lazy. My procrastination problem is starting to be an actual real problem. This last week, I’ve done absolutely nothing, if not the bare minimum. The house is…….I can’t even find the words. But I just can’t find it in me to get off my ass and do the things I need to do, including blog posts. I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s being homesick. Maybe it’s because the chicken crossed the road. I don’t know.
The Lunar New Year was a sombre affair in this household this year. My grandmother, whom I called Ahu, passed away at the age of 93. But really, when I say sombre,I mean that in the most fleeting way. Yes, we were saddened by her passing and we mourned for our loss. But that was exactly it, it was OUR loss which we mourned. Because, when you look at the life she had and thought about the person she was, the only right thing to do was to celebrate her. So when I couldn’t make it back for her funeral, I decided I would at least cook her favourite dish and dedicate a post to her.
However, this has proved to be a difficult post to write and I have been struggling with it for the last 10 days. There is so much I want to tell you about my grandmother but I could not find a way to piece it all together coherently, so please bear with me. I figured I’d simply share some of the memories I have of her:
I’ve caught the Kpop bug. I’ve officially crossed over to the dark side.
I am Kpop Siao.
For my non-Hokkien-speaking reader(s), Siao means crazy. Ergo, Kpop crazy. For the last half a year, I’ve been bopping and shaking my ass to songs I will never understand and singing along with every chorus with what I think are the words. God forbid a native Korean should ever hear me.
How did I get to become addicted to the genre? After all, Switzerland isn’t exactly exposed to Kpop. No, Psy doesn’t count! I have my mum to thank for that. She started me on Korean dramas; dramas have soundtracks; these soundtracks are available on Youtube. And we all know what happens when you start clicking on videos on Youtube; you start a video at 9pm, next thing you know it’s 2am (see what I did there?) and you’re clicking on “just one more video”. Right…….. Continue reading Kpop Siao – Bimbimbap→
I love my meats. Ok, that came out wrong. I am a meat lover. Better? Point is, I don’t think I can ever turn full vegetarian. Sure, I can go a day or two without meat but you’ll find me eyeing your dog with crazy eyes and smacking my lips by day three. No, I don’t eat dog.
I do, however, make it a point to not eat meat twice a month for religious purposes. When I remember, that is. I’m not the most pious devotee and I don’t really pray, but for some reason, I feel like it’s something I need to do.
So twice a month you’ll find me scratching my head over what to cook. Most of my recipes are meat based. Even the veggie recipes involve meat or fish / oyster sauce. And to be honest, asian vegetarian dishes seem to involve a lot more prep work than their meaty counterparts. So more often than not, you’ll find me throwing a pack of spinach ravioli into a pot of boiling water and call that a meal. Continue reading Vegetarian? – Fried Bee Hoon→