It’s kind of funny when people think all I eat is burgers and ice cream. That’s only like… 80% true. Because believe it or not, I can also eat healthy. Sometimes. I thought it was particularly funny when Maria and I were organising to catch up and she suggested checking out a cafe in Avalon, a “healthy” cafe, and suffixed her email with – don’t worry, they also make burgers.
In case you didn’t notice, I am in love with instagram. Follow me @cattylicious and um, check out all the other yummies that I don’t blog about! And hope you don’t get sick of my constant instagramming!
Chinese New Years are definitely not what they used to be. Sometimes, I really wished that I could get it all back; the anticipation, the excitement, the noise, the sounds, the smell – but I can’t. I don’t even think it really has anything to do with being in a western country. I think for me (for us, for my extended family) the magic of Chinese New Year ended when my grandfather passed away.
These days, it’s all I can do to drag myself out of bed and bake some peanut cookies. Well, at least I still do that, I suppose.
When you come back from an eating haven like Hong Kong, the only thing anyone cares about is “what’s the best thing you ate?” Well, actually, for a normal person it might be “what did you buy?” but clearly, I am not normal. I don’t shop (seriously, hate shopping, not sure if I’m meant to be female).
But ask me what the best thing I ate (or drank) and I guarantee you I’ll give you the same answer every time.
Firstly, let me address those who don’t have an ice cream maker. I feel sorry for you. Ok not really. In all seriousness, if you don’t have an ice cream maker, don’t fret. Check out my non-ice cream maker matcha ice cream recipe. It’s just as easy, I promise.
Now for the rest of you blessed with ice cream makers? You rock!!! I am so goddamn proud to be one of y’all and I owe thanks to Ms Rita for running this competition on her blog. I now totally understand when someone says that it is entirely possible to lose yourself in the mesmerising churn of an ice cream maker. I get that now. I’m in the club.
The day after my cousin’s wedding – and our final day in Hong Kong – we got together with all the rellies and had a big yum cha lunch at Dragon King in the World Trade Centre, the final in a string of many indulgent meals we’d had. If they read this, I wanted to thank my Aunty Liz and Uncle Jon who fed us so ferociously well over the weekend.
Since it’s a Friday, I’m not going to say much except this, people, this is how you do yum cha porn: