* I can in no way guarantee that this flavor combination will be to your palate, considering how I cannot seem to muster up the courage to buy a bottle of strawberry milk from the grocery store. Our best bet is to hold our breaths and keep our fingers crossed.
Foreword: I'm finally posting this recipe, which was originally intended to be out by June, but wasn't, thanks to a doctor's visit for the laptop (3 weeks!). Hopefully with this recipe you'll be placated about my extended hiatus. Its good to be back and fill this void. Peace.
"This is where your leftover oranges meet their mushy end"
The red packets have been collected, the pineapple tarts and shrimp cookies finished, and only crumbs remain at the bottom of the snack jars. Those red packets remain on your desk - opened and emptied. Chinese New Year is officially over.
It signifies the end of something else, too - holidays. The last two months have been a constant series of holidays, one after another, where everyone seems to have fled the country and getting good seats at diners is guaranteed. Now, its hello to work, hello to school, and hello to reality. Welcome back.
"But what I do know, is how to make granola great again"
Big things have been happening.
Numero uno: I did the big chop. Bangs and all. That I have not had in seven whole years. (That’s the same number of years of an average dude’s pants) I’m still feeling a mixture of shock (what did you do!), hope (maybe I’ll finally look half-decent), and exasperation from blinking hair rapidly out of my eyes as I do half-assed attempts at headstands. Not to mention at times resembling a particularly hairy species of fungi thanks to the humidity.
Of course, not saying that I don’t like it – I love it. (the money for that came from my waitressing-slash-dishwashing gig; t’was hard-earned) And the thought of not having to spend so much time washing hair is pretty damn good.
It's over. Four years of institutional education culminated in a week-long span of exams. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. It's kind of surreal, innit?
The past week has been spent studying myself into oblivion - tossing myself headfirst into stacks of notes and trying, so, so hard, to memorize the different phases of cell development, reagents for a colorful range of reactions among other content from the three teetering stacks of notes beside my table. The notion that its all come to an abrupt halt is inconceivable, as if these subjects - hate or love them - have suddenly released their too-tight-its-painful clasp on me and "be free". I don't know whether to laugh or cry.