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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I was told to try mindfulness. That I’d then get a better grasp of my emotions. I said I practice it when I cook. These are some cookies I made awhile back which I was quite proud of. When I cook, I can be in the zone… But it’s been quite difficult to bring myself to cook lately. Maybe I do need a proper mindfulness course.
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When all is grey and dark in the winter, at least there’s beetroot.
I had tried out a weekly vegetable box when I lived in Scotland. Every Friday I was delivered a box of seasonal produce from local farms, and it seemed like such an exciting idea at the time. I was ticking all the ethical boxes and it was going to be organic and healthier and I was going to challenge myself as a cook as my dinners were based on the mystery box! Then reality slapped me in the face: weeks and weeks of root vegetables. Of course, what did my naivety think would grow in the harsh Scottish climate? But at least there was also beetroot, the only color that existed in my Scottish winter.
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My mother hates wholemeal bread. It reminds her of her childhood in the Cultural Revolution when wholemeal flour was all that they had access to. White flour was only for Chinese New Year. I thought of her as I tweaked the original recipe, substituting rye flour for plain.
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Ricotta is disappointingly underrated outside of Italy. People think of it as a filler ingredient, an extra in a dish with big stars. You mix it up with big flavors assuming it is only useful for its texture. Poor ricotta, why don’t more people swoon over you?
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I always keep a jar of miso in the fridge. When I’m drained from the day, and when I’m unhealthily obsessed with my weight, I conjure up a sad concoction of steamed vegetables and call it dinner. Miso became a lifesaver because when I stirred a generous spoonful of it into my dinner, it suddenly lifted everything – and dinner was less sad. Miso’s a flavor bomb that imparts a savory and rich intensity to anything it touches. It belongs in more places than you’d think: I put it into sauces, sandwiches, soups, and even, yes, desserts.
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I know that my first post in January should be something healthier, something involving #detox, #cleanse, and #cleaneating. I know that the first days of January are filled with aspiration and ardor – the pubs empty, the gyms crammed, the office cafeterias packed with determined homemade salads. I know that everyone’s attempting to become a better version of themselves, which generally involves being “healthier”, which usually means weight loss, which often can be detrimental mentally. Because so many of these new year resolutions fail. These unsuccessful resolutions can in turn make you feel like a failure. And when these failures are linked to body image, well, that’s unhealthy.
I wanted to share something comforting with you today, especially if you, too, find January to be the Monday of months.
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