"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.
Pound cakes have long been the bane of my existence. Don't get me wrong - I don't mind a hefty slice of the cake myself, and, in fact, it was the first cake I baked. Ever.
I can still remember pulling that 9x7" pan out of the oven at 11 at night, watching the steam rise as I cut into the browned and cracked crust, taking a bite of the rich, buttery flavor of the cake alongside my mum. But, I can also recall having to wipe and scrub and wash the mixing bowls and all too-many utensils, having to mop the butter and flour off counter top, walls and floors, finally tumbling to bed dusted in flour.
Never again, I told myself, shall I bake again on a school night.
Starting this post has been a little of a challenge. Being indecisive about what to write about, jittery from sitting beside someone whose identity you want to confirm in a cafe during lunch hour, as well as distracted by a chai latte from said cafe contributes towards an unholy amalgam of emotions. And not to mention frustrated that the A key on my keyboard wouldn't work right (though its about time, since I a-aaaaaaaaaalways keep punching it). AAAAAAAAAlways. (ha! serves you right, A key)
*the following recounts a true, albeit dramatized experience I had on 06.09.16.