7.5.07
lost
missing those days where soup was something that we all had time to make together. pho came like clockwork every weekend, and spring rolls were delicious, filled with prawn, glass vermicili, pork, black fungus. and a weekend ritual was instant noodles with own choice of meat and veg.
then there were home made curry puffs, pork patties that dad used to make (that i used to be ashamed of at school when kids laughed at me), the viet style grilled chicken that only i have the secret recipe to, crackling pork which took hours, and a few tries, but when we got it it was sheer bliss. all the food that i grew up with. and no, i wasn't a vegetarian back then.
it was bucket science/art, whatever you want to call it, it was fun, this experimenting. and i wonder how i forgot it all...
then there were desserts. i used to borrow recipe books at the library and as long as dad was there there would be one true fan of my cooking - no matter how good or bad it really was.
also borrowed sewing books and pondered,drew and sewed. got a machine sewing needle stuck through my finger once. carted to the hospital where i fainted just at the right time to jump all queues.
i miss being able to cook for the sheer pleasure. and serve food that everyone could eat, and love to eat. being able to just spend all those hours buying and cooking and eating food with people. i miss doing these things with people, relating like this with people.
it was secretly fun, repairing our fence and using a circular saw.
we owned an intensive care unit for plants - namely a north facing stretch of the verandah, barred off, housing seedlings, rare plants, cuttings, anything my dog mauled up, where my first capsicum plant came up from the soil and waved hi with its two leaves, and tirelessly bearing us many fresh capsicums for some years, even after my eventual neglect.
a guava plant, which never fruit, and one week many years ago a continual storm broke through, bringing rain by the bucketful. we thought the plant would die. yet the next week we saw its first and only fruit...then a bird saw it and that was that.
those things were important.
when did i push all this aside?
have i lost something?...
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then there were home made curry puffs, pork patties that dad used to make (that i used to be ashamed of at school when kids laughed at me), the viet style grilled chicken that only i have the secret recipe to, crackling pork which took hours, and a few tries, but when we got it it was sheer bliss. all the food that i grew up with. and no, i wasn't a vegetarian back then.
it was bucket science/art, whatever you want to call it, it was fun, this experimenting. and i wonder how i forgot it all...
then there were desserts. i used to borrow recipe books at the library and as long as dad was there there would be one true fan of my cooking - no matter how good or bad it really was.
also borrowed sewing books and pondered,drew and sewed. got a machine sewing needle stuck through my finger once. carted to the hospital where i fainted just at the right time to jump all queues.
i miss being able to cook for the sheer pleasure. and serve food that everyone could eat, and love to eat. being able to just spend all those hours buying and cooking and eating food with people. i miss doing these things with people, relating like this with people.
it was secretly fun, repairing our fence and using a circular saw.
we owned an intensive care unit for plants - namely a north facing stretch of the verandah, barred off, housing seedlings, rare plants, cuttings, anything my dog mauled up, where my first capsicum plant came up from the soil and waved hi with its two leaves, and tirelessly bearing us many fresh capsicums for some years, even after my eventual neglect.
a guava plant, which never fruit, and one week many years ago a continual storm broke through, bringing rain by the bucketful. we thought the plant would die. yet the next week we saw its first and only fruit...then a bird saw it and that was that.
those things were important.
when did i push all this aside?
have i lost something?...
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