I’ve just arrived home from the most hectic weekend imaginable ~ one full day in Stockholm, then 8 hours in Helsinki, with not much sleep in between ~ I’m sufficiently wiped out and could sleep for a week. But, and you should all know my tummy by now, I’m hungry. Scavenging around the refrigerator for whatever it was I managed to buy between dining out last week, I managed to find some essentials and yes! God bless chorizo, the meat that lasts forever and a lifetime!
Do you ever feel like you’re not in control? I mean like really not in control? Like you thought you, anally-retentive-super-organised you, had everything under control and you’re wrong? With your outlook diary and phone diary (ok, so they’re synced anyway) and diary diary and lists of to-do’s and actions… and you’re not in control??? What is wrong with you?
Ok, who am I kidding here, we’re not talking about you, we’re talking about me.
Sometimes I am so completely overwhelmed with my job that I don’t know what to do. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s like the Gods of a thousand panic attacks lashing down on me. Me. There is only one of me, and far too many to-do’s to be done by one of me. Sometimes, I’m so overwhelmed, I cry. Well, on the inside anyway (because I’m Chinese and we’re thrifty, and I refuse to buy proper eye make-up remover so I can’t use waterproof mascara, so now I can’t cry in public).
Sometimes I just close my slanty eyes and hope for the best.
I think the thing I miss the most about living in Sydney is the hot summers, spent with days lazing on the beach (my favourite: Clovelly), then heading home to enjoy the balmy sunset on the balcony with a freshly squeezed chilled watermelon juice in one hand (vodka, rum, tequila optional but highly recommended). Now that I think about it, I also miss the food, the seafood, the culture, all the beaches, the weather and of course, all of my friends.
Stop it Cat, you’re making me homesick.
Anyway, having now spent the better part of two summers in London, I’ve finally accepted that this is as good as it gets. So in an act of embracement like no other, I blended myself a watermelon juice and with predicted sunshine and a high of 24 degrees today, I toasted the London summer.
Cheers!
I really do think that I am the worst ever foodie in the world. Not only do I have a completely unsophisticated palate (although I don’t really think this makes me a bad foodie, just a very easily pleased one), I also never shop organic, well, unless it’s convenient anyway. It’s not that I don’t want to eat organic, but then I gotta travel to get it. On most weekends, you’ll find me not at the farmer’s market, but wandering the aisles of Marks & Sparks Simply Food, picking up my pre-cut, pre-washed, pre-packaged, pre-chemical injected vegetables. But if it says it’s organic, then I’ll pick that up, only cos it’s there.
Ok, so I’m a lazy foodie.
So when Abel & Cole offered to provide me with a FREE organic veg box and a FREE organic chicken, just so I could try their products by my own FREE will for FREE, I jumped at the opportunity. Not cos it’s FREE, mind you. But because it’s organic, and it’s home delivered. Oh and did I mention it was for free*?
It’s officially been three full weeks since the passing of arguably the greatest legend of our time. Michael Jackson bid this earth adieu to continue his jammin’ existence with The Hound Dawg, The Princess, and his thugz Tupac and Biggie… and now that all his songs have been blasted in every permutation possible in the realm of MTV and mathematics, I’ve finally found some peace away from the crotch grabbing and moon walking to sort through my thoughts on the matter.
(Oh and don’t worry, this post is about cheesecake)
Y’all remember in Charlie’s Angels? When Lucy Liu baked those little muffins and Drew Barrymore hurled it at the door and it was so rock hard it left a dent gaping hole? Well. After my second foray into baking last week, I can safely announce to the whole wide world that yes, my muffins are just like Lucy Liu’s.
Truth be told, I would rather have a toosh like Cameron Diaz (how does that girl shake it baby shake it like that?) but I’m about one fifth her height so I’ll quit while I’m ahead. Lucy Liu’s muffins it is. Let’s continue.