Last week, E and I had dinner with his parents and sister at this Italian place. One of the specials was a burrata rocket salad with these little red tomatoes which go by names like cherry tomatoes, or worse, honey tomatoes which is very often a misnomer cos they’re rarely sweet enough to be associated with the nectar of bees. 

So on that particular Sunday, I took my chances with the little red tomatoes and they were, for a change, delightfully honeyed on my tongue.  Afterwards, we decided to walk off dinner by heading to the Jason’s nearby to roam the aisles. 

We happened to pass by the refrigerated fresh vegetables section, and I asked E’s dad if he had any tips on how to pick sweet tomatoes. He didn’t. But he did ask a duty manager who swore that Perino grape tomatoes were the sweetest. They weren’t, I’ve tried them. 

Fast forward to today, E and I headed over to his parents’ for dinner, where I found a bowl-ful of red tomatoes. They weren’t particularly sweet, but I was, and remain, moved by the gesture. His mommy mentioned, post-dinner, whilst we were watching telly that his dad had asked the shop assistant to recommend him the sweetest tomatoes they had available. 

Maybe I’m a sentimental simpleton but little thoughts and gestures like these say far more than the grand ones. And while I’m acutely cognizant that no one and no relationship is perfect, I am very grateful to E, and his family, for always trying to make me feel like I’m home. I could not ask for more than this. 

I’m content. 

I had an amazing time with the BFF in Melbourne back in early May.  We were there for four full days – two days in the city, and two days heading to and from the Mornington Peninsula.  So many highlights, so many lessons, it’s true what they say, you can’t know someone until you’ve travelled […]

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A girlfriend told me earlier this week that her kids remarked that “Auntie L must be rich, cos she drives a bright red Mercedes.”  That was somewhat flattering… I think.  I don’t think they meant anything by it though personally, I think wealth, or the perception thereof, is relative.  To someone who would and could splash […]

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I’ve spent the last 48 hours ruminating.  It’s a strange time to be thinking because I’m in transition – at the tail end of my vacation, on the plane on the way home, catching up on my sleep, and getting back to the grind after 3 days of temporary work-amnesia.  But with me, things are […]

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It’s a long weekend, and I have grand plans to stay home and vegetate.  Sleep a lot, watch a lot of TV and catch up on my reading, and do whatever it is that catches my fancy. But the embargo on going out also means meals need to be self-catered. So for lunch today, I decided […]

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I’ve been struggling to stay on top of my life recently. A lot of times, I feel like a spectator in the things are happening around and to me. Cos there are simply too many variables in any one situation, and there’s no way I can anticipate all of it. So I sit back most […]

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I’m trying to cut back on baking.  Work takes priority in the day time, so the only time I get to bake, other than the weekends, is in the evenings after work.  But in the evenings, I exercise, I meet E or friends for dinner, or I cook myself dinner, and all that competition for […]

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It’s the Easter weekend.  A lovely long one.  And I made a cake.  Just for me. It’s a simple vanilla sponge, minimally frosted with a mango ermine buttercream made with unsweetened mango puree, topped off with some white sprinkles, in keeping with the minimalist theme. The sponge cake was nothing to write home about, I […]

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Sleep has been kind of elusive recently. I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing differently. I think it might be that I recently went back to running again, but that barely makes sense since exercise is supposed to promote sleep, rather than detract from it.  Perhaps I’m not running far or often enough.  I’m not […]

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A colleague, K, mentioned to me yesterday that she’s been looking forward to me bringing a swiss roll to office since she went with me to B-I-Y, where I bought the Wilton jelly pan.  But she’s waited for three weeks, and still, nothing.  “When are you going to bring that swiss roll?” she asked.  I told […]

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