With a good handful of berries
When I was young, the days were far too long, too arduous. I would sit by the window, gazing out with a wistful expression which would certainly seem queer on one my age. I gazed out, seeing not the car-park or grassy slope, but rather, rolling hills, pastures of green and incredibly clear skies. More than anything, I yearned to be able to get out and roam. I wanted to walk, take a long stroll with no destination in mind. The desire for exploration filled my mind, the sole objective for my insistence to wander.
I now have discovered the word for it - wanderlust.
So, instead, I sought for that freedom and adventure inwardly, burying my nose (and often, head) into thick storybooks. They were my treasures, what they call 心肝宝贝 in mandarin. Never did I let anyone else touch them; their glossy covers stroked by my hands only, their pages flipped with utmost care. I was an introvert, one can be most certain about that, a hard-core introvert.
And their stories whisked me off to whimsical Wonderland, the adventures within Alagaesia, the misty moors which housed Hogwarts. I fantasized within fantasies, meandering around in my own head. I was there, always in that quiet corner, a book propped on my knees, silently smiling to myself. Despite the discomfort of the wall that stuck in my tailbone, or the ache in my back, I never budged, afraid to relinquish the flow of the adventure I was entwined within.
I never did give up that passion for reading. Without fail, I always did succumb to the allure of books, their scent of ink, the rough surfaces of paper, the smooth covers. Over time, those beloved childhood tales aged too, the jackets splitting at the edges, and as for my thickest, most beloved tome, has fallen apart. (a cause for mourning)
And that hunger for exploration? That, too, has not gone, I'm happy to say. I pride myself, greatly, on my stack of vintage National Geographic issues, as well as the maps which hang all over my walls. I look at the giant sequoia poster I've pasted over my bed. One day, one day, I shall.
Now, the days are too short, morning blending into night and summer into autumn. The summer heat has a spell, I believe. The humidity which seemed to force my attention to slide off any book in my list I wished to read. But summer, fare thee well. She's gone now, replaced by the winds and rain of Autumn. The books are here now, being viciously devoured by my seeking eyes. There's a stack here now - new genres I haven't really discovered.
New pages to thumb through, new covers to be felt, new scenes to see. Oh joy.
1. Preheat oven to 170c.
2. In a bowl, combine dry ingredients - oats, quinoa, buckwheat, sesame, pepitas and salt. Stir well.
3. Over low heat, melt together coconut oil, tahini, and honey. Stir and pour into dry mixture. Mix together until roughly incorporated (almond-sized clusters).
4. Spread evenly over a lined / greased baking sheet and bake for 20 mins, stirring halfway through.
5. Sprinkle on berries and give it another light stir, before returning to the oven to bake at 150c for 5 more mins. Let it cool and store in an airtight container for up to 2 weeks.
-to be continued-