dreaming about a holiday

It's raining farmyard animals outside and all I can think about in my grey room is that I need a break. I'd like to go somewhere with lots of green, some hiking and no tall concrete buildings. A pool would be nice too. Just look all that greenery in the picture above - don't you want to be there?

There have been a few articles lately about the use of facebook and instagram. More specifically, about how facebook and instagram can create the illusion of a perfect life, one without the ugly nasty bits.... a life composed of awesome vacation shots, swirly cafe lattes, good food and happy pretty pictures of yourself.

I don't know. The line between sharing and narcissism on facebook is so so thin at times. What do you choose to share? More importantly, why? I like my life but I wouldn't like to make people feel small because they can't do what I do or can't afford what I can afford. Plus, there is that thing where you might attract all manner of negative attention as well.

I've tried to be more careful about facebook posting in the last year or two. Most of the caution has been Mr Grey's influence - he's very wary of social media. I hate to admit it but he's probably right. Facebook is fun in its way but it's rather artificial and if you're not careful about curating your facebook "friends" then you effectively have perfect strangers viewing very personal vignettes of your life and thinking that they know you when they don't - not really.

Have a good weekend everyone (or rather, the two - three friends who actually bother to keep up with this space)!

:)

Salad days

I've said before that I'm an adequate home cook;what I really mean by that is that I can put together meals for myself from just stuff in my fridge. I can do basic roasts, stir frys and stews. It doesn't mean I don't screw up - I still do. But it also means that in the big wide world of the kitchen, I'm only just starting out.

Recently, Mr Grey and I celebrated our first anniversary. It's also the first anniversary of my return to regular cooking and having my own kitchen. When I look back, it is amazing that in one short year, I've still managed to learn quite a few things.

One of the best things I've picked up in the last year has been one of the easiest and simplest. (In fact, I'm afraid to admit that I haven't been doing it all along - eep.)

It's salad dressing. Home-made salad dressing.

Isn't that ridiculous? People who already make their own salad dressing are probably going -pfffft- what could be easier? Can't believe you weren't already doing it. For people who haven't made this leap - well, it sounds hard. And a bit OCD. Salad dressing is sold in jars! Why would you make it? Right? Isn't it like making your own mayonnaise? Or your own granola? (Because only hippies make their own granola!)

So about 8 months ago, Mr Grey and I hosted a small dinner party and the main dish for the night was japanese beef curry. I wanted to make a wafu dressing to go with our salad and hunted up a recipe. I couldn't believe how easy it was and from then on, I found even easier salad dressings to make.

Lately, all I've been doing is whisking balsamic vinegar together with olive oil. Add some salt and pepper and that's kind of it. It takes less than two minutes and tastes so much better than the store bought kind. It's cheaper too and most importantly, you know every ingredient that went into it.  Go read the ingredient list on any jar of salad dressing and I guarantee you will be frightened.

If you don't have balsamic vinegar, use some lemon juice and mustard. Whisk all of it together with olive oil, salt and pepper. That's it.

Or

If you want, you can mince some onion or shallots, whisk them in with some vinegar (rice wine or apple cider), add some salt and pepper and again, that is it.

Your only equipment investment? A whisk. Mine cost $2.50 from NTUC.

Isn't that cool? I can't believe I took so long to get around to doing this.

List of annoying words that the ST should also stop using

List of words that the former editor of New York Magazine found annoying. The editors of the ST would do well to read through this list and ban - or at least limit - the use of these words.

In other nerd-y and useless news, I came across a rather fun word today.

Kvelling.

Isn't it wonderfully yiddish?

My favourite flower is not the hydrangea

So a bunch of us were sitting around making DIY decor for a friend's wedding and also randomly chatting about wedding related trivia. EY is the bride to be and she is so much girlier and more on the ball about wedding related stuff than me. In the run-up to MY wedding, I was worrying about work not flowers.

Me: Haha yes I wanted my bridesmaids to wear bright orange but they all said no!

EY: Really? But it wouldn't have gone with your flowers. You'd need gerberas and (name of some other flower I can't remember)

Me (happily): Oh I wouldn't have gotten the same flowers.

EY: But I thought you liked hydrangeas and that's why you got them?

Me: Huh? No, I didn't know what hydrangeas were until I got to the florist and she suggested them.

EY: Horrified silence.....

Me: Sheepish....

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Uh. So what really happened was this.

I couldn't really be bothered picking a theme for the wedding - so I told my sister who was maid of honour to pick her dress and the bridesmaids would follow suit and whatever colour my sister picked would end up being the theme.

The sister picked a blue dress. The bridesmaids eventually all wore blue. So the theme ended up being blue with touches of bright red.

At one point though, I DID suggest a really bright orange dress (I'm like a child, I like super bright colours). ALL my bridesmaids said no. Actually, because my friends are really nice, they said "ok if you REALLY want this, we'll wear it....".  In girl speak, this translates to "NO PLEASE PLEASE NO".

So blue it was. And that's also how I ended up with blue hydrangeas at my wedding. I mean, hydrangeas are very pretty but it could just as easily have been  daisies or gerberas and it wouldn't have made any difference.

The village shows up

The first time I went to the airport to see a church friend off - I was shocked. I thought people were joking when they said they'd go see her off at 5 am in the morning in the middle of the week. But no, they were all there en masse and it was actually kind of nice in a way. It was like a throwback to living in a small village and how the whole town would turn out for stuff like seeing people off.

Anyway.


Miss M.G. flew off last night and I am sad.

She's been in my life the last 4 years and honestly I don't know how I managed to get through the first twenty-something years of my life without her. Everyone should have a friend that reliable, who cooks and bakes so well and who is so funny.


Mr Grey and I went to the airport last night to see her off and of course, something like half the church showed up. We took the obligatory giant group photo, Ms M hugged everyone and promised to come visit and off she went.

Sigh. I'm really going to miss her. She's been such a reliable cooking, catching up and shopping buddy :(

Looking back I realise that fully half of our shopping trips were in the supermarket - and there is really nothing like bonding at the supermarket.

the oxford comma

Courtesy of: Online Schools


 a fun infographic :)

not a grumpy old man

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At 82, Derek Prime is still learning and teaching. No self pity! How many people should learn this - myself included, I'm afraid. Must learn to refrain from throwing pity parties.