The perfect camera bag is hard to come by.
I’ve got 3.
You’d think I’d have one I’d be happy with.

thoughts escaping my mind
The perfect camera bag is hard to come by.
I’ve got 3.
You’d think I’d have one I’d be happy with.
Okay, looks like I’m not off eggs yet.
I made two three minute eggs today.
There are many hard lessons a greedy person has to learn in life. But one of the hardest is, even if it smells good, it might not taste good. Continue reading “Yummy Tea Eggs”
My friend brought me to have a taste of Haato, a Japanese Gelato place. My current favourite flavours – well, actually, the two times I’ve been there, I’ve ordered the same thing – are banana chocolate and durian. Continue reading “Holey Haato”
When it comes to mail, there are usually only two stacks. Trash or bills.
The other third, less common stack are the surprises – actual letters from people you want to hear from and birthday cards that don’t come from NTUC income, your insurance agent or any other company you do business with. Actually those never form a stack. But I can hope.
Most times, you can’t wait to get rid of the trash stack.
But there are times when they are worth a look.
Like the mailer I received today. Continue reading “Mail for the trash”
Don’t you hate it when you dream of something and the minute you open your eyes, you forget what it was about?
The next 10 minutes is usually a time I try to recall whatever I can. Continue reading “Of Hot Dogs and People Watching”
My dad bought some salmon and said, “cook it”.
I’m no cook and I really have no idea what to do with salmon.

Sure, I have a pot of dill, but I’ve never used it, nor have I ever tried making a dill sauce. And I wasn’t going to find out how, knowing I’m really overdue on my last script.
So I looked through the cupboards and saw my unopened bottle of Cointreau. I’d bought it with some grand plans to make crepes with orange sauce. But as usual, I buy the booze and never get down to it.
I wondered if Cointreau and salmon went together. Really no idea. But already I was thinking of some orange sauce to go with it.
Some frantic calls to my mother who was out, frantic digging around in the fridge to salvage anything, and I had my ingredients together.
I was going to attempt Salmon with Orange Sauce, Sweet Potato and Tomato Cucumber Salad. The last one I threw in ’cause I thought there was no veg.
Salmon
Orange Sauce
Sweet Potato
Now, I usually get the red sweet potato, but they were out and my mother picked up the purple. Purple sweet potato looks awful mashed up ’cause it’s almost black.
But when I poured in the balsamic vinegar, some chemical reaction happened, because it turned the blackish-purple into a red-purple and it looked lovely.
I just love the colour. Here’s another shot of it.
I’m salivating just looking at the colour!
Tomato Cucumber Salad
I think it turned out pretty well.
Okay, I really need to improve on my plating skills.
Salmon wasn’t overcooked at all. Lovely and pink in the middle.
Maybe too pink for some, but this is the way I like it. It’s so tender and smooth. You can see how it’s just starting to flake.
I don’t know if the Cointreau had anything to do with it, but there was absolutely no salmon smell. You know how it sometimes is.
Can do this again. Which is why I’m putting this down. So I don’t forget!
Our resident Filipino calls Sumo, Some-more and claims it sounds nicer than Sumo. Sometimes, she calls him Sammo as in Sammo Hung (Asian pronunciation, not American).
Well, I’ve done it. Moved hosts from Dreamhost to A Small Orange. Did you even notice the downtime? Continue reading “Moved”