As we gather to witness to blissful union of Breakfast and Lunch, lets take a look at their journey to this blessed union…
Food historians will have you believe that brunch
– in its earliest form, might have been a post-iliketoshootanimals luxurious meal (perhaps to eat away the guilt? Oooh, equally twisted).
– might have had a more scared beginnings. The Sunday practice of Catholics who fast before mass and sit down to a large midday meal after.
I like them food historians, but I also like this Guy. Guy Beringer. He knew the practicality of brunch– it allows you to get intoxicated on a weekend night of choice (usually Saturday), sleep in and still be able to wake up the next day to a meal that is sufficient to make up for the glorious breakfast time lost and tiptoe into the early lunchtime found. Whether there is intoxication involved or not, Brunch is fantabulous and Perth is the perfect place to enjoy brunch. We’re not short of brunch places that’s for sure. Unfortunately my taste aren’t particularly astute when it comes to this late morning meal. They just dive head in and drown. It will soon be apparent in the illustrations below, that by the time the food arrives in front of me I have utter disregard for my brunch companion’s wishes to photograph this momentous occasion. Or my waistline for that matter.
Once in a while though, I imagine that the magic of brunch can be achieved in my own kitchen. Don’t get my wrong, its not always a failure. I present my latest – Banana, chia seed and almond meal pancakes with blueberry sauce. Like their other healthy, home made counterparts, they sure as hell came out of the pan screaming ” I look awful but I taste good ! “.
Thank you so much Greta for the lovely recipe and I know I didn’t do it justice but I’ll be sure to keep practising !
To the Mondayitis, and to all the brunches, lunches or meals in general that I miss having with Claire.
It’s been a week since I sat in the cinema and watched this movie. I think I’m … still not ready to talk about it.
So my tear glands were in overdrive at several points in the movie. Despite firm reassurances from D, I have this nagging suspicion that I am coming across as weird with this confession. I might get more head nods if I were to say it was emotionally intense. But bawl inducing? I’m not sure. Please back me up someone.
In my defense, the amount of hopelessness is overwhelming. As is the silence of space. Both of which are fear inducing. I can feel my palms threatening to sweat as I type this.
As such, the movie is mind blowing to me. The number of movies that have such a profound effect on my emotions are few in number. I’m not sure if my movie vocabulary knows enough to think of any movie that has made use of sound or the absence of it in a soundtrack so effectively. I’d like to express my respect for Sandra Bullock but I think its getting too much. As such, I’ll leave it here with a totally irrelevant picture.
May you never have to float away in space against your will.
Been seeing quite alot of Red Foo on the telly recently.
To put this poorly, I climbed up and down some rocks some time ago. No, let’s be proper. I went abseiling and rock climbing . I find it amusing that my palms are still sweaty from excitement as I type this. I surprised myself by saying “Yeah I’d be keen!” and venturing to Boya Quarry early one Saturday morning.
Pictorial evidence is limited and you’ll just have to take my word for it. I leaned backwards and walked down a cliff a couple of times and then climbed with my bare hands up another rock face.
Aside from being adventurous and stepping outside of the comfort zone, it was a a great way to see parts of Western Australia that I’d never get to see.
And as I sit here, nursing an URTI while entertaining miserable thoughts, my only regret is babying myself a little too much and convincing myself that I didn’t need to climb that entire rock face. But my loving mother will disagree fiercely.
Going for a long (or not so long) walk on an unexpectedly nice day.
Perth weather has been a bit of a tease. Now and then, in a midst of awful rainy, windy week, it drops the most gorgeous warm sunny day . If its on a weekend, well bonus ! Perhaps its a reminder to be more spontaneous or a reminder to take those out death pale legs for a tan.
Cartoon band aids.
As I feel like my work diary/planner no longer should have little forest animals, so do my band aids no longer have Piglet. So its nice when a dear friend comes to your rescue when you slice your finger cutting some cake (don’t ask me how) and the only one she has is a Disney Princess one. Can’t say no to that one.
Restaurants with open kitchens.
Something about an open kitchen. For some, its the comfort of knowing your food isn’t microwaved when you order ( I doubt anybody thinks that though) . For others, its appreciating that contrast of a peaceful relaxed ambience in the dining area and the high energy, bustling inner workings of a kitchen. Yay or nay to open kitchens? By the way, this open kitchen belongs to The Precinct in Victoria park. I am in love with several things on their menu. As would you, I’m sure.
Gluten free chocolate cake.
“I taste better than I look”, say most of the baked goods that come out of my oven. And I have no explanation for that. I got this recipe from the amazing Karen Cheng . My first time working with almond meal and I was expecting a lighter fluffier chocolate cake but those whom I force fed commented that it resembled a brownie. I’ll take it and consider that a win. Win !
Participating in Book Week.
I’m usually abit of a wet blanket when it comes to any kiddy activities. Perhaps I swallowed a fly or something the week before and happily agreed to dress up as my favourite book character. Sorry Harry, you aren’t necessarily my favourite, but my wardrobe had more ‘Harry Potter’ rather than ‘Coraline’ or ‘where’s Wally’. (Trust me, it was a long and hard battle of “does my face look big in this photo?” )
” Your room has so much dead space”, remarked the D man one day. I looked around my room, looked at him, looked around at my room and looked at him. Man, he be right. And I get what he’s saying. There was potential for space but I hadn’t quite utilized it and after some time had passed I’d just gotten used to the lack of space. After all, they say change is as good as a holiday. And boy I need a holiday. I imagine changing and redecorating your living space has a positive relationship with endorphin production. And that can’t possibly hurt.
So a few months pass and I let life get in the way while my resentment for my room layout packed on the pounds. And then one weekend, it happened. Books were moved, the bed was rolled away, wires were bunched up. And then, there was space. Of course, you wouldn’t expect me to take a before shot, so I drew one.
So back to all that space. Ah, all that space ! But my space needed functionality, in the form of a bedside table/vanity table. So with the mastermind of this change in tow, we trekked (drove) to Ikea in my comfiest man shirt, basic tee, tights and boots, complete with a meatball craving.
Looking through these pictures, I realized that my trip to Ikea involves a lot of:
1. looking lost
2. touching one piece of furniture while looking at another
3. standing in front of a piece of furniture and pondering for a long time.
Fruitful trip nonetheless! A three cube shelf that has become my bedside table and my vanity table, that can house my cables, put-on-my-face thingums and accessories.
One can only hope my interior designs powers improve with age. Time to start redecorating your space yet?
Since I’ve started work, weekends have been so precious to me. And on weekdays, I just want to flop in bed after I get home from work. Ahh, so this is what the working world is like. I have been neglecting this space too much, sorry sherry ):
So last weekend was my dad’s birthday, we went to Shangri-La Hotel and had the international buffet at The Line. It was very average, not worth it for the price we paid IMO.
Apparently the oysters were really really fresh, unfortunately my taste buds do not appreciate oysters at all. not atas enough.
Sunday night was birthday celebration part two, so we went to Yummy Recipes at Kallang. Because of its ulu location, I didnt think too much about it. However, the place was pretty crowded and the food was surprisingly good!
I ordered this vegetable juice because it was a nice colour and it ended up being so sour and funky- tasting. Because he loves me, he ended up drinking everything for me hehe
This was sooooo good!
Ending abruptly because i’m so exhausted, need sleeeeeeeeeep! I’ll do better the next time round 😀
The days dragged on this week and by the time it got to Friday, I was spent and my body in protest. And it hasn’t backed down. Even after a lovingly cooked dinner and a weekend full of TLC, my body is pwning my mood and weekend. So no grand adventure but a weekend with the great Sherlock Holmes.
We caught up with half a season’s worth of Elementary. Truth be told, my heart was set on Benedict Cumberbatch as my perfect Sherlock and I thought this Joan Watson idea was going to be awful. But 24 episodes later, I feel like I’ve cheated on Benedict (heehee).
But we’ll talk Joan Watson today. Costumer designer Rebecca Hofherr decks Watson out in the stores that we all shop in, like Zara, H&M. And that’s the thing ! I realized Watson’s style doesn’t need edge, it’s one that speaks confidence and intelligence. Keep scrolling to see what I mean.
Winter in New York means sweaters, skirts, leggings and a trove of layering inspiration for the cold weather here. “She’s always in heels !” I exclaimed on several occasions. Strutting around crime scenes, AA meetings. everywhere ! How !
I’m giving myself till bedtime tonight to get over this serious bout of blues and Elementary withdrawals.