"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.
I've never been a big believer in Chance (with the capital C), but the past two weeks have done much to alter that mindset. I mean, what are the odds of running into a yoga instructor at a cafe (none other than Punch), meeting someone you know from Instagram at said cafe later in the week, and then again encountering that very same yoga teacher the following week?
These are some of the major things that I've been thankful for lately. I seldom verbalize thankful, at the risk of sounding hokey, but I am. I'm truly grateful and thankful for all these things around me, from the opportunities I've been offered, to the little things, like having friends who care, psychedelic pink sunrises, and servers who specially make you porridge though its not on the menu (again, Punch).
It's been a bit of a rough patch for me lately, and to everyone who's been there for me in some way or another, thank you. It means the world and beyond.
This one has been waiting in the wings for quite some time, but I assure you, it might just be the best yet. I've made good use of September break mornings to head out to these spots for one last round of granola tasting (before the exams are upon us). Some, like Populus, do it only on weekdays, while Punch, Super Loco and Club Street Social, have theirs on weekends. Then again, it's a good idea to be part of the Breakfast Club and grab a friend or two to make the weekend more meaningful. Breakfast Clubbing solo isn't a bad idea either, when the service is good, ambiance is good, and washroom soap is good, too. (Having good washroom soap is one of the best indicators of where an eatery stands, in my opinion)
So do enjoy this one. I had tons of food and fun coming up with it.