Food and cookbooks are my dirty pleasures. Every month, as pay day approaches, I look at my bank account with puzzling perturbation. I consider myself rather careful with money, in fact I carry my cheapness with a sense of pride (#asianmindsets). Then it dawns on me like a dark cloud in the shape of an empty wallet. That dinner was expensive. And so was that one, and the brunch, and the numerous oat milk flat whites you get from the vegan cafe. And all the organic ingredients you buy at the farmer’s market (current obsession: black garlic). Then the hardback cookbooks. All the hardback cookbooks from your Amazon purchase history..
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It’s my middle class guilt. It’s why I need to bake cookies routinely once every two weeks. Every two weeks, a middle-aged lady would wake up early, travel to my house on the dot to scrub, mop and clean. No matter how late the night before or how early the day of, I would attempt to bake my guilt away so I could give her some homemade treats on top of her salary.
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I’m imagining a sunny day, warm enough to be without a jacket. A vast park that is of various shades of green. It’s morning, there are people, but not too many. Warm, smiling people with their heads held high, as they usually are in the English summer. People walking their dogs, people jogging, people having picnics. Then there’s me. I’m laid down on my back on the grass, not minding the dirt or the insects, looking up at the calming shade of blue. I’m there with a bucket of fresh local raspberries and a large cappuccino. I can imagine myself to be happy and at peace in this scenario.
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Everyone’s got a thing, or at least needs a thing. You may be a gym-bunny or a runner, in which case exercise can be your thing. Humor, sarcasm, or having a brain like a calculator may be your thing. You may be a movie buff, you may be as specific as an 80’s pop geek.
A passion, a love, something of profound interest that it defines who you are. In your elevator pitch what do you say? My name is x, I’m from x and?
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I go to restaurants and I pay money for food and with that money comes expectations. I don’t think I’m being unreasonable when I sigh disappointingly at a split hollandaise on my plate. Or dry chicken. Undercooked bread. Overcooked steak. Underseasoned vegetables. Greasy sauce. Wilted salad leaves. These are the things that upset me the most.
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I love my carbs. They’re the bane of my existence. I can cut down on the sugar, I can cut down on the fat, but if a diet calls for a reduction in carbs, it can go f*ck itself. I recall trying the Paleo diet, and after day three, I was angry, I was irritated and I was unable to concentrate. All clear symptoms of carb withdrawal.
That’s why I can’t lose weight and my ass continues to expand. I’m trying out more exercises but that’s just making me hungrier and crave for more carbs. Nothing like some thick toasted sourdough smothered in butter for that perfect pre- and post-work out snack.
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