人生好滋味

天天煮得不亦樂乎，有一天，煮湯時，喇嘛說想喝tom yum soup。ok沒問題。因為是煮給眾喇嘛，需大量材料。。。所以豪爽地加入南薑，香茅。。。再大大量紅辣椒，檸檬葉。。等等等。哇，出來的效果驚為天人！好喝得不得了，一滴不剩，真的。好開心。有位作家說：人生的好滋味，是不用花大錢，是用心煮的每一道菜。能夠和喜歡的人一起吃飯，或吃到心愛的人為你煮的菜，就是最難忘的美味。

一位喇嘛飯後進了廚房，為了特意告訴我說他喝了三碗。樂了，我豎起拇指贊歎他的胃量。所謂辛勞後的快樂吧。快樂其實可以很簡單。

胡同

最近，仿佛被困在胡同里，

死的，

找不到出口。

迷宫似的分岔

铺天盖地的迷惘，怅然

笼罩整遍天空

。。。。。。。。。

期待黑暗的过去

黎明的拯救

我很努力地挣扎

等待氧气的氛围回来

A Day of FOOD

Decided to do some home cooking today prior to a lurking strenuous session of workout. Love this orange-flavored rum based souffle; the melt-in-your mouth texture is so sexy.



Then there's the Japanese style beefy strip don, topped with a semi-cooked egg and laid on a snowy colored base of gooey Japanese yam for dinner. YUM.

Chocolat & Black coffee

I want the dark please. I'm never a chocolate lover since young, but a definite coffee fanatic at age 10. If I must masticate a chocolate dessert, please serve the dark version with 70% cocoa, and preference goes with Godiva to Valrhona. And further, given the liberty of choice, I favor chocolat fondant with a silhouette flow of the dark devil that fills the center, providing a dual textural intimate contact with your palate. Hell, love it much that I make my own chocolat fondant when the mood calls for singing. The best partner to chocolate, I think, is black coffee which make the perfect match in the universe. I used to drink coffee in the straightest black style to acquire the most original aroma and taste of the bean, without messing it with milk and/or sugar. Alas, I wonder if age served a factor in the change of taste, as I do mess them together now to bring down the robustness. Starting 2 years ago, I've switched my regular choice to chai latte, but that doesn't cut down my love for coffee any less.

Moi & my chocolat cocoa

Nature 2.

Lil' pal's 3rd day of recovery, and making her effort to watch the world goes by amidst her distress. Courageous gal!
Rare opportunity to chance upon two mating beetles, and seeing wonders of nature. Intimacy at a space of time was never a factor in the equation of love.

My lavender blossoms.
Now I see my salad ingredient, arugula, grows, and I shall reap my harvest in the next week. These will provide supply for several meals of salad for lunch, in addition to other assortments of leaves.
Though small in size, my tomato is finally showing signs of growth with the puny green fruits hanging proudly from its stalk. I counted, and there are 7 of them, which will soon develop into bunches cos these are cherry tomatoes which grows in cluster by nature.

Remembrance

It's hard. It's heavy. Trying to relive memories of you is a load of weight to bear, because I'm missing you, I still am. In another 2 months, it would be a full year from the day you part us. All these months, it's a miraculous passing time that I survived without a breakdown, though occasional flashing of your memory brings cursory stops of breathe, I did best to behave as I did at your wake, be very cautious not to drop a tear in your search of bliss. Every now and then, at breaks that I steal from work and life, I still feel your warmth in my hands, I could still feel my touch on your creased forehead, your shimmering grey hair that's still soft from your inherited ancestral genes. I remember how I love to pinch your cheeks, though sagged but not giving away in textural smoothness that you bore. Painfully, I still remember the last heavy groans of breathe you held in your final hours, from across the ocean thousands miles away, through the cellphone that I request to speak to you the thankful words from my heart, that I wanted you to know before your depart that I'm deeply thankful and appreciative of your presence in my life to make a colossal difference of what I am today, of my continual existence in this earth if not you. I knew you could hear me, and you knew my spirit is with you. My world at your final hours froze, and my soul drifted into thin air with a remain of nothing. Spiraled into a black hole of infinite darkness, helpless was not a diction that could spell my heart complete. No matter how reluctant I am to say, a wait for your final call of death is the greatest torment that I could hardly bear till this day, like you know something bad will happen at definite terms and you could do nothing but wait for its announcement. Actually, to be honest, I cried a hell lot, draining all the composition in my body that I almost felt life gone. And to be honest, my soul had already shattered the day you were struck by acute stroke more than 2 years ago. These years from then, I tried to travel back home, albeit my reluctance for the reason you knew, to see you at every chance I can. Even if we aren't communicating like we used to be, even though you've lost much of your memory in the stroke and may not recognize me, to call me like you used to, simply seeing you and holding your shivering hands, to interlock with your crooked arthritic fingers suffice my deep thoughts of you. Thank you my dear, thank you. I know you are in good hands as I don't see you in my dreams. I know you are having a great life now finally. Because of you, I'm not fearful of death as I know we'll meet again some day. Memories of you are my treasure, and I'll toy with these leftovers whenever I miss you. RIP.

PS. Joe Hisaishi Okuribito's Departure theme song has been a great movie and song piece to cure a battered soul.

Little pal's post-surgery