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I have a new book. It’s a cookbook. It’s not my first and it certainly won’t be my last, but it’s the first cookbook I’ve owned that I can’t keep my hands off, for some inexplicable reason.

I mean, I can hazard a couple of guesses why that would be so, like –

  1. The book is a hardcover with a matt surface with embossed lettering, and feels like wood when I run the palm of my hand across it, and I really like that texture.
  2. The cover is a simple picture of a top-down view of a wooden table top with two pork chops and capers in a creamy white sauce sitting invitingly in a well-worn iron saucepan. Very rustic, vintage, Kinfolk feel to it. I like that too.
  3. The pages feel and smell heavenly. It has a lovely paper-y smell, and feels nice, thick and generous between my thumb, index and middle fingers when I’m turning the pages.
  4. It features a little round beige sticker that has Nigella Lawson proclaiming, “This is everything I want from a cookbook”. How can anyone doubt the original domestic goddess?
  5. The recipes contained in this cookbook are (mostly) really as fuss-free as its title proclaims.
  6. We’re having a Christmas dinner party in a couple of weeks and I haven’t designed a menu for the night yet.

But mostly, I suspect, it’s got the most to do with points 1, 2 and 3.

Yum yum. I love the romance of an unexpected connection with a book. Like falling in love, but without the massive heartache, contempt and disappointment that comes with familiarity.

Two weeks proper since I became Mrs C.  I’d like to say it’s a milestone of sorts, but marriage feels, surprisingly, sedate.  Not much has changed other than the fact that there’s now someone in bed with me (almost) every night, and I cook for two now, as opposed to just dabao-ing for one. To […]

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To draw parallels between wedding preparations and having my teeth pulled wouldn’t be too far from the truth, at least for the last couple of months. I’ve never really been much of a people person. Admittedly, I’m more socially awkward than social butterfly. And ironically, while a marriage involves myself and one other person, a […]

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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 […]

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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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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 polished off 200g of self-mixed nuts (pistachio, almonds, pine nuts) in 2 days.  In my defence, they were 3 [packets] for $10 at the basement of my office building, but the question that’s been running through my head all day is, how many nuts does it take to make a [fat] nut? I hate pistachio […]

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