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My snowy morning coffee…
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It’s ten to 1800hrs Friday evening here in Pokrovsky and I have three seven-year-old screaming cancan girls in my house: one non-French-Klasik-Nasional-Bahasa-speaking Canadian, one American and one bilingual Russian. No French, thank goodness. Or I will be hard-pressed to practice my Exorcist halauhantu mantra and prayers in French right about now.
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Girls can be fatally competitive and nasty, I’ve been telling myself. But today I saw the statement right before my eyes. When these girls fight, they really fight, I tell you. They are not physical though. Thanks to my big eyes and fatal stare ala X-men mutant, as with just one thunderous “Excuse me!?” the girls would be halfway down the hallways to the washroom pantywetted!
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But then, considering that these cancan girls have been playing together since 1530hrs, and I only had to referee them once when they were on the PS3… shows me that they are pretty independent. I am now downright impressed as they are reminding each other about time. Natasha has to be home by 1800 and Tia by 1815hrs. And they all know they take at least 5 minutes to put all the winter gears on. It’s five to the ‘Oh Clock’ and the girls are urging Natasha to move it move it!
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Wow! Punctuality at its best.
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I am, however, fully aware that these cancan girls will sooner than soon change their name to The Cannot Girls. As it is, Kitreena makes more phone calls in 3 days than I do in 3 months. These little women are already asking about Sleepovers and Pyjama Parties. Where have all the diapers and milk bottles gone? And just I wait til there’s boys!
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Unless it’s Christopher.
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Posted in Sense | Tagged Parenting | 2 Comments »
Edrick: Mommy, why is the calendar not November?
Mommy: Because it’s February now. Not November.
Edrick: But my birthday is November.
Mommy: Yes it is. But this month is February, November is a long way yet.
Edrick: How much longer is my birthday Mom?
Mommy: Oh… it’s nine months away.
Edrick: Nine monthssss? But how many days more?
Mommy: Wellllll… around 180 days away.
Edrick: Whattt??? O.n.e h.u.n.d.d.d.r.r.r.r.e.d and e.i.g.h.t.y.y.y??? But Mommm! I will be an old man then!
Mommy: *is not able to carry on the conversation as her coffee goes down the wrong pipe due to her bursting laughter, and she has to be resuscitated to realize that her son has no concept of weeks and months yet – he takes one day at a time – and so should his mom*
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Posted in Monchies | Tagged Parenting | 1 Comment »
Edrick hasn’t been eating well. I blame it on the flu and the coughing. At every meal time he would be asking, “Mom what does lunch/supper taste like?” to mean, “Mom, what’s for lunch/supper?” And almost every time he would refuse what he is offered saying, “I don’t think I like how that tastes, Mom.”
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I am not offended. A little annoyed, yes, but not offended. And all I have to do is to keep on pushing until he has that first bite. Then, he would sail through a plate of anything with a silence that is more silent than what a lamb can make.
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Today, though, he needed a little extra nudge, that little coax and that little MST = Mommy’s Sweet Talk.
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Edrick: Mommy, if I finish the macaroni, I’ll be tall like Daddy?
Mommy: Oh goodness! I can see you growing an inch already, Monch! If you finish it I think you will be taller than Daddy!
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I know in this Johnsons’ Residence I am not a picture of tall. Forget taller. So Daddy settles as the benchmark for now. Not for long. For now.
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Edrick: Mommy, when I am taller than Daddy, I’m gonna drive my own car and have my own GPS!
Mommy: Boy oh boy! Just make sure you save the ‘Home’ location on your GPS okay?
Edrick: Okay!
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Edrick actually has been talking about getting his driver’s license for the past few months. I have not blogged about it for the fear of letting go. This boy is going to go high and far, I tell you. I can see it already.
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Mommy: *sighs*
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I didn’t feel like cooking today. Cooking = pots, pans, spatulas, oil splattering all over the stove, mountains of dishes to climb in the end. So, it was time to bake the salmon. Some salt, pepper, parsley, lemon squeeze, and olive oil later, I hid it in the oven for 20 minutes at 190°C.
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I cut up some carrots and dump them into the pot of rice (rice cooker).
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Slathered the salmon with cream and dill gravy (in a sachet).
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Steamed some broccoli and cauliflower in the rice-cooker steamer.
So while the rice was cooking, these whites and greens were steaming.
All in one pot, all at once.
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And voila! The whole plate of Baked Salmon, Steamed Broccoli & Cauliflower and Chunky Carrot Rice dinner.
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I sent this picture to hubby who was still at work when I was feeding the kids. He cried.
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Two orders of Salmon dinner for me Monchies, siap!
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Postlude:
I did not use the stove at all. The cream and dill gravy only required boiling hot water to mix. I told you I didn’t feel like cooking. Both the cooker and the cook got their break tonight. Yay!
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Posted in Makan-Makan | Tagged Cooking | 5 Comments »
I made a mistake the other day. Hmmm… not just the other day. I actually probably make mistake every other day, if not everyday. The leftover Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs I made for the weekend supper was not something I should have converted into soup or curry. But that was the mistake.
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Well, actually I made two mistakes (plus plus ++). I turned the ribs into a soup. And then I turned the soup into a curry! Since it didn’t taste quite right as a soup – crushed cayenne pepper that would not break down even after boiling the ribs for many hours, the soy and teriyaki caremel flavor and the sweetness of Muscavado sugar – it was a recipe for disaster!
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So I cut up some vegetables (cauliflower, carrot, celery and babycorn), saute them with some shallots, garlic, ginger, curry paste as well as curry leaves. And then I poured in the ‘soup’, adding some coconut milk. Voila! Got me some Watered-down-double-boiled-Chinese-BBQ-Style-Ribs-soup-transformed-into-Vegetable-Curry kind of curry!
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I even served the WDDBCBBQSRSTIVC Curry with the Onion Paratha for supper one evening!
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The next day, I thought… ishhh, cannot lah. The curry tasted not too bad, hubby liked it, but it just didn’t sit right on my Chinmaladian tongue. You can marry a Chinese to an Indian, but you can’t force them to eat Malay food morning, noon and night. It is a recipe for disaster-er!
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So I further transformed the curry that was a soup before it became a curry, that was broiled ribs before they became a soup, into Curry Rice. That’s right! I poured the curry into my rice cooker and added three cups of Basmati rice to it! That was when things went from wrong to wronger!
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I have never been good, nor have I been lucky, with Basmati rice. I either undercook it or turn it into Basmati Porridge! And this time around, I was an underachiever who almost went under-the-table for undercooking the Basmati. What an underdog!
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I tried leaving the Curry Rice on the slow-cooking mode for 2 hours hoping that it would steam away and cook thoroughly in the process. Nope! I obviously underestimated the Basmati Rice’s capacity of turning my cooking from disastrous to dinosastrous!
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And so it was… just like I said it would have been. I was not going to throw out Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice just because I am not a good cooker! I am a cooker with four burners, if you don’t mind me bragging! So the Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice was then finally made into Chinese BBQ-Style Ribs Soup Curry Rice Fried Rice with Chinese cabbage and eggs.
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Or officially known as Nasi Goreng China BBQ-Gaya Sup Kari Nasi dengan Kobis Cina dan Telur (NGCBBQGSKNDKCDT). How’s that for a krazy lazy lady like me?
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I recycled our steak dinner leftovers from Sunday:
- barbecued steak meat
- corn and peas
- potatoes
- gravy
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Added-ins:
- 2 cups of macaroni (boiled)
- 2 slices of bread (diced)
- 1 can cream of mushroom soup
- 1 onion
- cheddar, gouda & mozzarella (or whatever you have)
- oregano & parsley
- olive oil.
- In olive oil, sauté onion, meat, potato, corn, peas, diced bread, oregano, parsley and macaroni.
- Pour sautéed mix into a casserole dish, add in cream of mushroom soup, gravy and cheeses.
- Bake at 325°F or 180°C for 25 minutes.
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Buon appetito!
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Postlude:
But really, you can throw in whatever leftovers you have with the macaroni. The must-haves are only cream of mushroom soup and cheese.
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Posted in Krazy Lazy Recipes | Tagged Cooking | 2 Comments »
Jari telunjuk tangan kanan saya pecah-pecah akibat kekeringan. Semuanya akibat cuci pinggan malas pakai sarung tangan, krim pelembap malas nak dioles. Jari telunjuk tangan kiri pulak sakit-sakit di sendi hujungnya akibat athritis yang telah mula menular di tubuh saya. Nampaknya kegiatan mengerak rembesan terpaksa dikurangkan dengan kadar drastik lagi darurat.
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Sekian laporan khas dari Bukit Aman Pokrovsky.
Sila rujuk istilah Mengerak Rembesan nun di sinun.
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Posted in Humor | Tagged Nonsense | 1 Comment »
Choose one that describes you the best.
Assuming you are a woman, when your husband/boyfriend/fiance suddenly starts exercising, you:
- feel motivated and join him
- think he is having an affair
- are glad that he is taking care of his health
- laugh at him
- are convinced that it is a one-off activity
- tease him cruelly until he stops
- are depressed
- cook something really sinful to make him put back the calories
- know he is just being sarcastic
- take pictures and blog about him exercising like the whole world cares
- start dieting
- ignore him
- divorce/dump him
- force him to write a will, naming you as a sole executor and irreversible beneficiary
- call his doctor to investigate what is going on
- call his doctor to see if you can start an affair with the doctor
- start eating more than usual
- get two gym memberships so you can tag along
- start singing, “This little piggy went to gym, this little piggy went exercising, this little piggy went so thin oready.”
- die of shock.
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My choice is number 10.
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Posted in Humor, Sense | Tagged Men | 4 Comments »
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For a sunny mundane day that today was… I was brought back to a book that chose me on that Monday that felt like a Sunday in June. Just last year. And so it is… on a mundane Monday like today, I look forward to all the mundanity of Mondays if it brings me back to all the books that have chosen me.
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Posted in Write On | Tagged Books | Leave a Comment »
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