I live in Norway now. I’ve been here for just under a year, and it still feels very odd, even random, that I’m here. Norway, as a teenager in China ten years ago, was just a Northern European country far, far away. Maybe the only reference I knew was salmon. Never heard of the country in history or geography classes or read about it in the news, I genuinely think I only knew of Norway because of some expensive smoked salmon I ate. And in university when I finally did encounter Norwegians, they were all too blonde, beautiful and cool to be my friends. I most likely didn’t even think of them as “Norwegian” so much as just “Scandinavian”. Then I met a Norwegian man and here I am. Among blonde, beautiful and cool people. And salmon.Continue reading “Brown Cheese Truffles”
I kid you not, if there’s anything that can console us in these apocalyptic times it’s carbs. I don’t know what it is about them that just soothe the mind and improve our outlooks on life, I just know that they work and it’s universal. And for the past six months, it’s been pizza, bread, pasta and rice that have helped me digest all the news on the pandemic, deaths, unemployment, climate change, Xinjiang, Trump, RBG, BLM… *panic* *sweats* *gulp* hold on, let me just snack on some sourdough I made this morning.Continue reading “Creamy Pasta with Leeks”
Chocolate was the ultimate comfort food for me as a child. I would fall, scrape my knees, bleed, and chocolate can just switch off those tear ducts in an instance. Looking back, no physical or emotional pain couldn’t be soothed by chocolate.
Unfortunately, because life’s a b*tch, chocolate’s potency has weakened with time. These days the coronavirus gets me down, I eat chocolate, cry even more as now not only am I sad, but I’m going to be fat and sad.
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Ok. Let’s keep this content corona-free. I probably spend more time reading about the corona virus than working these days, so this post will just be about the apple cake. Let’s just stop thinking about corona for five minutes and instead find comfort in the baking of an apple cake. A fantastic apple cake that’s more apple than cake, so really, it’s ok to eat now that all gyms are closed and you’re doing nothing but baking and eating because you can’t go out and do anything and baking and eating are the only things that can distract you from reading more about the corona virus. Continue reading “Apple Almond Cake”
I have now been in Norway for nine days. It’s part of my whole new year new me thing. I decided to do new country, new job just so I could excuse myself from setting proper new year resolutions. With this new life comes: new language, new flat, new furniture, new friends, new gym, new bakeries and cafes. It’s cool, I’m not overwhelmed. My body isn’t reacting negatively with breakouts on my face and eczema flare-ups and stomach bloating. It’s cool. I’m fine.
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What is your favorite carb?
We had a heated discussion about this at work. First, you need to categorize this properly: we are not talking about good carbs and bad carbs. We are in a safe space where all carbs are good as long as they make you happy.
We are separating carbs into grains (rice, bulgur etc), noodles (inc. pasta), bread (inc. pizza). For the purposes of this exercise we will remove sweets and dishes where the carb has a supporting role, like quiches (thereby removing pastry as a category), and the likes of dumplings. These three categories are understandably very broad. For grains, we will only consider them in their whole form, for if we start thinking about rice flour dishes, then they blur into the other categories.
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I’m a little bit tired.
I have a day job that pays the bills, and a side granola business that’s quite literally the opposite. I’m also trying to maintain this blog. Maintain various relationships. Maintain my physique and work out and feed myself.
Today I really felt this longing for baths. I fantasized the luxury of taking 45 minutes to cleanse myself. I also miss books. I’ve shamefully got three unopened and two half-finished books waiting for me across my apartment – on my bedside table, dining table, coffee table – all to punish myself with guilt wherever I go. See, it’s not that I’m not reading anything, it’s that on top of everything, I also subscribe to three news publications, and I have to get my money’s worth and read them every day. That means it takes me my entire 40 minute commute to my day job to read all three morning briefings.
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I had a terrible realization yesterday: I hadn’t written anything beyond emails and text messages and comments on Instagram for two months. I’ve been in between jobs and I’ve neglected this blog. I was about to dedicate this post to filling you in on what’s happened in my life since I last posted in May, but I realized that f*ck all’s happened. I quit my job, I’m doing the cliched Millennial thing of “finding myself”, which for yesterday meant that I spent the afternoon in bed reading a depressing novel set in Japan in the second world war, getting up every 45 minutes to give my baby bread dough a knead. The sourdough turned out quite well, by the way.
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Orange blossom is the only floral flavor I can tolerate in food and drink. Maybe I’ve had one too many bad experiences with cheap Turkish delights, but anything rose-flavored is just like shoving a soap bar into my mouth. And lavender brings me back to my mother’s closet, which I’m not sure is what I want to recollect when I consume a food product. But I always keep a bottle of orange blossom in my cupboard for adding a special touch to otherwise mundane baked goods, like oat cookies.
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My fondest memories of my mother involve her feeding me, which I guess is normal. I can still visualize my mother cutting pears into segments over a bowl, endearingly slurping them, and passing the bowl to her children. Those were Nashi pears – they’re the crisp, fresh Asian pears that are more akin to apples. I always preferred the buttery, rich william and conference pears as a child, which were a rare and extortionate treat in China back in the days.
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