Friday, 28 November 2014

010. Lunch date

Everyday at work, I eat lunch with a wonderful group of people and it's always a joy being with them. There's always something to talk about whether it's the latest political scandal (not new), or the delivery of new equipment. We never run out of topics. One of them would be food. And speaking of food, a friend asked me for the recipe of the fish and the potatoes. The recipe is pretty simple.

I cannot, however, lay entire claim to the recipe, since I learned this from my older sister, with a few tweaks. You can also use pork with this too. But since my body can't take much more of that meat for the meanwhile, I decided on fish--salmon in particular. Here it is! :)

What you'll need:

Half a kilo of salmon belly

1 lemon

Salt (1/2 teaspoon--but still depending on your taste)

Chilli flakes

Dried rosemary

Oil (cooking oil is fine, but I used olive oil here--it's still your call! ;) )

And one non-food item: a 1 gallon zip lock bag, or any deep container that can hold half a kilo of salmon belly.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

009. Learning curves.

You learn something everyday, and there will always be an opportunity for a learning experience. Hope that made sense! But whether it does or not, it doesn't make it any less real.

Lately, I've been trying to find recipes for healthy food to bring to work--meaning, home-made meals. And it feels good knowing that the food you eat is safe, healthy, and well um, measured. That way, I wouldn't worry if I ate too much or too little, although I've read somewhere that less could be more. A few days ago, I've met my success story, which sadly, I've failed to document, haha. Lunch menu for Wednesday: three strips of salmon belly (which is actually more than enough), five wedges of rosemary potatoes, a Granny Smith apple sliced into quarters (my container lid was a bit loose, so it was a bit brown--signs of oxidation!), and a bottle of juice (do try Welch's Cranberry Juice cocktail--mind, this is not an advertisement!).

The next day, I have been tasked to think of a quick meal for dinner. Thankfully, the night before, I prepared drumsticks meant to be oven-fried but still ended up being pan-fried, alas. This is what happens when one gets overconfident, hahaha. Despite its slightly singed appearance, it still tasted good, yay! :)  I've still to perfect the recipe, ergo, I can't share it here yet. But I promise to share the recipe for the salmon belly one of these days.

Presenting the oven/pan fried chicken!


Thursday, 13 November 2014

008. One month old.

It's been ages since anyone said this to me.

"Miss, buntis ka ba?" (Miss, are you pregnant?)

Before, I would smile and shake my head--they're on good days, though. My reactions on a bad day are another story. I would growl ferociously and tell that stranger to leave, just leave. Complete with hysteria, cue in cat fight.

Just kidding.

The worst a random stranger would get from me would be a simple, offended, "No, I'm not." Things, however, are different now. Since I've gained some sense of acceptance about the extra flesh surrounding my body, I've learned to play along with answers to the world's most awkward question. And yeah, I'm a pro at this, I kid you not. Today was one of the days that I answered with complete and utter poise, "Ah, oo. One month na." (Ah, yes. One month already) Cap that with a saccharine smile! The embarrassed person who inquired about the state of my (imagined) pregnancy shifted awkwardly, and offered me a seat in the bus. I could hear a few disapproving whispers from middle-aged mammas, which I can translate roughly to, Who is this young girl, who's proud of being pregnant and unmarried. She's probably a querida.

And of course, they're wrong. I'm not young--well, if you call thirty-one young; I'm not pregnant, just fat. I'm not anybody's mistress. I don't even have a boyfriend. It's weird that I don't feel even mortally offended, just wryly amused. For one thing, I can't get a baby, so what is it going to be, Immaculate Conception? It just goes to show that people can be so quick to judge, quick to fabricate stories about people they don't know at all. And during that time, I was trying to keep a straight face.

And there were two lessons I learned that day:

1. Don't wear an empire-line blouse if you're PMS-ing.
2. I really have to do my exercises more.


Saturday, 8 November 2014

007. Happy Cat-urday!

Please pardon my cat pic-spam. Taken around office grounds a few days ago, and one at home yesterday. :)


006. Dance to the beat of your dreams.

I've used a planner for the past few years, and I think I'm happy with the outcome. For this year, I conducted an experiment of sorts. What if I didn't use a planner? (the one that I've used has a money tracker sheet) Suffice to say, it didn't turn out pretty. It was a costly experiment. I got by in my work by scribbling them on my notepad, but as it turned out, it wasn't enough. So for 2015, I'll be going back to a life of order, and got myself a planner, the one I've buying for three straight years (2009 and 2010 were DIY planners).

The Belle de Jour Power Planner was introduced to me by a friend from church. She was a busy girl, and the BDJ planner helped her keep track of her tasks. Since it was a bit too late for me to buy one, I made do with the student edition (at that time, I was a full-time student), but I made up my mind to get the (grown up) Belle de Jour Power Planner the following year. I've bought one since--except for this year.

At that time, the Campus BDJ was sold for one semester, and another one was being sold for the following one. I decided to buy one for the second semester, but still bought the grown up version for 2011.
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