with a simple vanilla yogurt cream
The holidays have arrived!
I seldom being things with an exclamation mark; they're too loud, too exuberant, too flamboyant. But this, this is a true reason to being with that punctuation! The holidays is a worthy cause to rejoice for, something which deserves every bit of that celebration. After months of slaving away at school, with the tears, the sweat, and the highs and lows, I reckon this is a well-deserved respite.
But somehow, it seems as though this is too sudden, like the sudden halting of a car at a junction, when you're flung out of your seat momentarily then thrown back in, banging on the windscreen at the same time. That concussion you were given results in a daze which leaves you blinking in a stunned state, and that daze is my holidays.
Yesterday was a Sunday, a day when all rest and recover for the week ahead. Boredom overcame me, an emotion unexperienced for so, so long I was unable to identify it. With all the schoolwork piled on top of me, my weekends have been chock-full with activities, and I'm dashing from one place to the other, my limbs never slowing for a stroll to just inhale and look into the distance for a moment to reflect. I've been doing things mindlessly, been doing them without questioning the purpose, been heeding instructions without identifying the reason behind them.
But I shan't any longer. I refuse to be subject to the oppressions. I want to live with a fulfilled purpose. If I don't, then am I being honest with myself? No! This holidays, I shall answer to my actions and account for every deed I do. I shall live, and embrace life to the fullest. I shan't spend time meaninglessly, letting this break, short as it is, waste away in front of me. I'll make the most of it, and productive it shall be.
I had originally wanted to write about boredom, how empty yet filling it is. And yet, I've strayed from the original path, now talking about my intent for this holiday. Life doesn't reveal all it's plans for you (otherwise what would your purpose be?). If everyone knew what life had in store for them, it would be too much of a breeze, with everyone side-stepping those potholes.
Life, how many times have I repeated this?, is a conundrum. There's always the unexpected things in store, be it good or bad. And there's always a reason behind them. Why is it that I choose not to add discoloured filters to the pictures and stretch the shadows? Why is it that I don't favour taking aerial shots? Why? Why?
I have my answers, and the most key is that I want to hold true to my beliefs, and express this world in a brighter, more passionate manner. I don't wish to sway from side to side (though sometimes I may succumb to temptation) like a coconut tree. And as much as I like coconuts, I want to be decided, hold true to my beliefs, and develop my own style.
This holidays, I've got a list of what I want to do, a clear outline which, eventually will blur. I know what I want to pursue, what things to create and to craft, places to visit. Somehow, my schedule shall be packed, and there, sadly, will be no place for boredom.
It's a tragedy, really, of how boredom is regarded in such a negative, de-saturated light. My opinion was always that boredom was similar to the water you have with each meal, one crucial to help you get through the day. The expression of staring into the distance, drifting amid thoughts, was a precious one, balancing out the bustle (and hustle) of everyday life.
I was on a bit of a whimsy, again. With Summer shining away (though not really at full-blast), why not give roses a sprinkle of water? So my Dummy-Man (DMan) came into the picture with a watering can, lacking his boater-hat (which was contributed to an art project), to give the dried rosebuds a nice sprinkle.
But I kid, really, sweet + salty goes well with anything. Cupcakes, cakes, pancakes. So I incorporated rosewater (sweet) and sea salt (salty) into the batter to tease my tongue. And little did I know, it was no tease, it was heaven. Literally. Heaven. The bliss of the saltiness of sea salt never fails to wake me up, as well as compliment everything.
I garnished them with some dried rosebuds for decoration as well, and boy, were they later drenched with maple syrup, like a downpour, instead of the original intended sprinkle (after all, life is unexpected, isn't it?). I've saved them up for making maple rosewater extract later.
Rosewater Sea Salt Pancakes with Vanilla Yogurt Cream
1/3 c flour (I used wholewheat)
1/2 tsp sea salt
1 tsp psyllium husk; optional
1/3 tsp baking powder
1/4 c applesauce
Vanilla Yogurt Cream:
1 tsp rosewater (use store-bought, or make your own, see below)
1 tsp maple syrup / sweetener
3 tbsp. greek yogurt
1 tbsp. milk
1/4 tsp vanilla essence
1 tsp maple syrup / sweetener
1. Sift flour, sea salt, psyllium husk and baking powder.
2. Pour in egg, applesauce, rosewater and sweetener. Stir well to combine.
3. Pour in a pan in 3-inch diameter circles. Make 6 of such circles.
4. Cook over medium-low heat for 3-4 mins, until lightly browned and bubbles are all over surface. Flip and cook for 2-3 more mins.
5. Meanwhile, combine greek yogurt, milk, vanilla essence and maple syrup. Layer 1 tbsp. between each pancake and serve, with fruits, nuts, other desired toppings if wished, and maple syrup. Enjoy.
For the rosewater, combine 1 cup water with 1/2 a cup of dried rosebuds. Boil them together, then pour into an airtight container, leaving to stand and cool for a few hours. Store it in the refrigerator after straining and removing the rose petals. You can use it in baking, cooking, as a syrup, topping, a scent for air-purifiers, etc. Enjoy.
I got this rosewater recipe from the lovely Meghan over at Oatgasm, who writes incredibly and has an even more incredible personality.