* 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.
The post-exam phase never fails to be punctuated by several bleary-eyed mornings and deviating from my usual wake-up time by half an hour; the by-product of being huddled in front of the laptop - occasionally with dad - having late night movie sessions. As of this day, the Grand Budapest Hotel never fails to amaze (as does Wes Anderson), The Pianist leaves behind stark impressions, and High Rise is plain depressing.
Anyway, back to early mornings! Breakfast at home is always a must (I've spent too much of my childhood dropping crumbs left right and center in my mum's car), and most mornings, its a bowl of oatmeal or pancakes, if I've got some stocked up in the freezer. But recently, the weather has been atrociously hot, and contrary to what some believe, yes, there IS a limit to how much bircher muesli and chia puddings that one can consume.
This leaves one answer, and one answer only: granola parfaits.