Where have I been these past few days? Well, it’s been crazy. I contemplated taking a hiatus from blogging, but that would be the absolute worst thing I can do for myself, especially at a time like this. I don’t want to give up all the things that keep me sane. I’m firm in my resolve to keep blogging in general, and to keep having kitchen adventures to write about. But sometimes, things happen that can get in the way of the things we want to do.
The days following the 15th of January have been tremendous, and in a bad, really tiring way. It feels like someone pulled a rug from under my feet, and I keep trying to get up but slip back down because there’s actually a puddle of water underneath that rug. It feels like I’m running through a narrow path in a forest where all the trees seem to be reaching for me with their wooden fingers, and no matter how much I swat them away, they keep bouncing back and scratching me instead. Heck, it feels like I’m in a game of dodge ball, and there’s no place to run to because all the balls are coming at once in every single direction.
And maybe I’m having a difficult time getting back into stride what with this whole situation, but goodness does it suck up all the life out of me. ‘When does it end??’ I ask myself. Yeah, I want my life back, but as I shared in my personal blog recently, it’s gotten to the point where I have no idea when that is going to happen. This adjustment period is pretty ridiculous.
So Sunday morning I wake up and all I want to do is lounge around in my jammies, and yet a teeny weeny part of me is telling me to go into the kitchen. Surely it’ll do me good. Besides, didn’t I promise myself to post something for World Nutella Day this year? I already missed baking and posting for my birthday so I really didn’t want to miss another promise made to myself, but what to make that wouldn’t take too long and too much effort?
Well here it is: Nutella-Banana Ice Cream. Would you believe this thing only takes four ingredients?!
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I am supposed to be writing to you right now about good things, and good things only. And why not, seeing as it is my birthday today. I was supposed to make my cake yesterday actually; supposed to relish my first baking project for the year… But I make too many suppositions, it seems.
I haven’t been myself lately. Anyone who has read my previous post would have an idea of what I’m talking about. The past week has been tremendous, but not at all in a good way. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that there is always a reason behind everything that happens in the course of our lives, and that we’re bound to find out what they are and how to deal with them in time.
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Sometimes I find myself shocked at how fast time flies. Whenever I have an idle moment, my thoughts begin to spin and tangle against each other. I begin thinking about the days, hours, and minutes that I have already spent– vivid scenes of the things I’ve done and conversations I’ve had with certain people that seem to linger in my mind; especially those I wish I could go back and change. I begin to wonder if I’ve done enough to make myself better and wiser as a person, or if maybe I’ve done the exact opposite of that. I wonder how I can turn myself into the person I want to be. I wonder about my future. And when I get tired of thinking about all the very serious stuff, I settle my racing mind with thoughts of special recipes to cook/bake for the next year.
(For the most part, I try really hard to keep myself busy so as not to be overwhelmed by all these thoughts.)
I honestly don’t know why I keep thinking about making desserts with Bailey’s Irish Cream in them for my New Year posts. I’m not promoting it, and neither is it my favourite liquor. But it just seems fitting somehow. In any case, I have no qualms in saying this ice cream was absolutely fantastic in every single way. Probably in my top three favourite ice creams I’ve ever made and eaten! Continue reading for the recipe
Sometimes I find it odd how certain things, even things I have never encountered before, have a way of bringing back certain memories. I randomly see an image or hear a familiar sound and it immediately attaches itself to an old moment you’ve filed away inside my mind. There are times when this happens to me with food– when the sensation or the taste of it begins to tug at some distant memory of mine and all the details attached to it.
Picture this: Taiwan, 2007.
It was a chilly December dawn as I roused from my sleep and put on three layers of jackets. My favourite pink pull-over sweater was the one in the bottom layer, as it was the most comfortable. Tugging at it, I covered my hands with the sleeves as I set out towards the mountain. It was still dark and difficult to see, but there were no obstacles on the dirt road that I could make out. On both sides, the sleeping outlines of stalls and stores greeted me whenever I looked around. I rode the train halfway up the mountain and disembarked, my camera hanging on my shoulder. I blew into my hands to warm them, berating myself over forgetting to wear gloves. Continue reading for the recipe
Christmastime is almost upon us!
I don’t know if you know this, but Christmas season here in the Philippines starts as soon as the -ber months hits, then it ends around February (when shops begin replacing their Christmas decors in favour of Valentine’s). On the first day of September, the malls would begin playing Christmas carols already, and although my training in Marketing tells me this is a ploy to get people in a shopping mood, I can’t deny it does have a way of awakening the Christmas spirit somewhat. All the reds, greens, and yellows- not to mention the jolly tunes blasting from the speakers- have a way of lightening moods rather drastically.
As I write this, my thoughts still linger to those of autumn. I miss it rather immensely this year; enough to find myself a bit wistful, and so welcoming the Christmas mood this early on could give me more pleasant feelings. I am stuck between wanting to stay in the autumn mood a little longer and welcoming the Christmas mood, to be honest.
Funnily enough there is one flavour that seems as stuck between autumn and Christmas as I am- in my opinion anyway- and that would be the ginger flavour. It seems to fit into both seasons rather nicely, since it’s such a cozy and welcoming flavour. It’s both a great reminder of autumn, and a wonderful way to welcome Christmas, don’t you think? Continue reading for the recipe
I feel like a zombie. Literally.
The days have mixed and spilled into each other since the flood; since we began trying to put things back to normal. I don’t even want to look back and count how many days it has been. A lot of people are still struggling to return to their regular routines. Right now all I have is my fatigue and my searing eyes. Sometimes I look up from whatever it is I’m cleaning and I have to think for a full minute about what day of the week it is.
Does that ever happen to you, the sensation that time seems to stretch its fingers around you and wrap you in this bubble where the things from yesterday- or even just this morning- feel so far away? You do something important one day and the next it feels like some distant achievement. Sometimes I have a conversation in the morning and contemplate about it in the afternoon like its been on my mind for a million years. It’s been happening to me a lot lately, the feeling that I am constantly being warped through different periods each waking day.
As it turns out, time travel can be very tiring. (Or is my tiredness making me time travel unknowingly?)
An easier juxtaposition against the strands of time: A scoop of Super Lemony Ice Cream every evening after dinner.
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