We recently spent a few weeks on the east coast of Australia. It was good to be home.
Wide open spaces, great coffee, family, friends, a beautiful wedding, the sand between your toes and the bluest of skies. This time it was hard to come back to Singapore, very hard.
Things got a little hectic around here, but rest assured we
have found the time to squeeze some food adventures in between eloping,
honey-mooning in Thailand (where we spent a day on an incredible cooking course)
and feverishly working on our apartment renovation plans.
I hope you all had a wonderful weekend, we certainly did. This morning we took a long bike ride down to the new "Gardens by the Bay", Singapores newest botanic gardens behind Marina Bay Sands. The weather was glorious with a cloudless sky, light breeze and relatively low humidity.
This cake, oooooh this cake. I challenge you to stop at just one slice. It gets better with age and day two and three will see the flavours intensified as the syrup has time to infuse properly with the crumb.
Ratatouille. The word comes from Occitan (ratatolha), a
romance language spoken in southern France, Italy’s Occitan Valleys, Monaco and
Spain’s Val d’Aran. The French word “touiller” means to toss food. The dish
originated in the area around present day Occitan Provenca.
It is so hot in Singapore at the moment. You wouldn’t think
that it could get any hotter, but it can and it did. Hot, humid, sticky, and for
once the rain seems to have disappeared. It has been a good 4 or 5 days since
we last had any rain, very unusual for Singapore and I wish the rain would
come back and cool us all down!
I test out a lot of my baking on Andrew’s
work colleagues. He works in an office full of hungry people who are
more than happy to be fed. Usual practice is that he puts the goodies out on the
bench in the lunch room mid-morning and most people will tuck in after lunch. Andrew collects the empty container at the end of the day along
with any feedback.
I have mentioned once before on this blog fond
memories of waking as a child in the morning to find my Nanna sitting at the
kitchen table, usually completing a crossword puzzle or often writing lists
(probably where I get it from), waiting to serve me jam and cheese on toast for
“44 Cookham Road” isn’t
a clever (poor!) attempt at a play on words, but rather, the address of my
Nanna’s home for 37 years and the title of my first ever blog!
Yes, it is true
I am attempting my first foray into the online communication medium that seems
to have taken the world by storm. Being generally behind the technological
8-ball I had no idea of the potential that existed until I started on all of this!
I am assuming you want to know why? Not why I am
behind the technological 8-ball, but why this blog...
Those of you who know me well would agree when I say I
am an accidental investment banker who has an unrelenting
passion/obsession for food, photography and books (oh and the colour red!). My journey until now has led
me to this point, and don’t get me wrong I am not complaining about the various
paths I have been on as I don’t believe in having regrets or looking in the
rear view mirror – everything happens for a reason.
The paths have served me well, my current career
serves me well and I must be somewhat ok at it as I have just been promoted for
the second year in a row - well done me! But somewhere in all those travels on all
those paths I have lost a small part of myself, the creative part, and I miss
So this blog is my space to create. To start writing
for myself (not for the company, the boss, the investors), to put some focus
around practicing my writing and my photography and to get me back into the
kitchen regularly where I used to love to be constantly!
My sense of smell seems to be extremely acute, more sensitive than the average person. Day old left overs will offend, milk well within its expiry date will be nosed with suspicion and I could smell a bushfire from several suburbs away!
I had a rare and very welcomed day off work a few weeks back. A whole day I could do with as I wished, imagine my excitement! So I spent the day with a very dear friend who also shares my cooking, food and kitchen accessories passion.
We woke up this
morning to a thunderous, Singapore storm and a gloomy dreary day outside – I
could not have been happier! Just ask Andrew, nothing gets me more excited than
the prospect of a rainy day where I can turn up the air conditioning to almost Arctic levels and pretend it’s winter!
...hunting for chocolate eggs, pyjamas, new books, lamb roast, a change of
season (except in Singapore!), hot cross buns, Cadbury Crème Eggs, Ribidy Rabbit (the stuffed toy my
brother received for his first Easter from my Nanna, they became inseparable friends!)
, family gatherings and chocolate, chocolate,
I think it is the lead up to Easter? Well that is what I am blaming it on anyway … my over consumption of chocolate that is. In any shape or form, baked into things, poured onto things or just ‘as is’ preferably resembling a Cadbury Crème Egg, I really can’t seem to get enough of them.
Andrew went away this weekend to visit with his Nanna in
Canberra. We spoke earlier, just after he had missed his connecting flight home
to Singapore and was waiting at Sydney airport for the next one! It did give us
a chance to catch up on the weekends news as he whiled away the hours until the