Weekly Wanderings 3 - Daybreak
I've said it before. I'll do so again.
Apparently the lady working at the grocery store in the mall recognizes me for that atrociously large white flower clip I so often don. She inquired as to where it was when I got a drink. Wow - I must be really memorable if she can identify me amidst all of the patrons.
from left to right:
#1 lunchbox 02.07.14
#2 noodle lunch @ home
#3 walking home
#4 lunch @ cedele thursday
#5 friday's dinner @ lau pa sat
#6 childhood memories
#7 en route to dinner friday
#8 tea for three
#9 lunch @ cedele friday
The shackles of school are back on!
I spent the first day in a comatose state, the hours blurred as I laid on my bed falling in and out of slumber. Needless to say, being ill is no fun.
Tuesday and Wednesday passed in a blur, the only memorable thing was that class was cancelled for the final three periods of Wednesday. Hallelujah! Look at what 1.5 hours of early dismissal can make us feel.
My week officially begun on Thursday and I got to head opposite for lunch - at 3 pm. A huge round of applause for the bus for arriving 20 minutes after the normal timing.
At last, Friday arrived and that grin on my face sprouted as well. More soup + bread for lunch, this time largely due to my favourite types being available - walnut raisin, raisin, walnuts. Aha.
But Oscar, I shall - I shall talk about the weather here. It's slowed down into late summer where the wind begins to blow and the downpours make a stop occasionally. The grass bears no resemblance of the torture it was subjected to a month or so ago, all withered and jaundice yellow. They're vibrant now, and with a volume which crackles and cackles when you tread upon them. I could go on endlessly, rave and rant on about the birds and bees and everything in between, right until this season departs.
But I shan't. I have something else to say.
Daybreak has arrived.
Daybreak? What daybreak, you ask.
When I was younger and the world not quite so small, I used to think that the sun was like a lamp, a lamp which would dim and brighten in spurts. I'd look at the ground, counting the seconds when a shade was cast over and the sun not so overbearing. Only later did the truth dawn upon me - it was cloud cover.
I now liken school to the sections when the sun is far to strong - an uncomfortable burn which sears your nape, and the weekends and holidays to be, well, cloud cover.
This weekend's shall be longer - thank the heavens for youth day.
And moving on - bread. With that loaf of walnut bread I purchased on Friday, much joy was yielded, and amongst them, this.
With a similarity to pie crusts, bread proves to be an interesting choice for a covering. It's soaked and then toasted, which results in a crusty and crisp surface with a moist, silky inside. Cherries are in season, and their presence is amplified here due to baking. The juices bleed out of the cherries and soak the inner surface of the bread, resulting in a not-too-sweet tang of cherry juice for the bread.
- to be continued -