Coffee chocolate muffins

Oh, do you know the muffin man,
The muffin man, the muffin man,
Do you know the muffin man,
Who lives on Drury Lane?

An all too familiar nursery rhyme, and it keeps ringing in my head as I tried to practice my script in vain. As a consequence of my fruitless attempt at work, I caved in - time for some therapeutic baking! :D

I knew I needed some caffeine... And what better way to have it than infusing it a sweet treat? This, is a coffee muffin, double shot. (Yea, really. I added twice the amount of coffee granules than usual...)

Look at those cute little coffee domes! Round and bouncy, I just wanna poke poke poke...

Presenting the not-so-pretty ones, albeit dressed it pretty pink polka dots.

Tsk, you pale in comparison to the perfect dome.

And because you aren't as pretty, I'm gonna eat you first.

Ooo I smell the coffee. Yummiliciously paired with dark chocolate chunks. Caffeine rush!

One last bite...

I decided to pack up the perfect domes to share with others. And well, since these aren't as pretty... I might as well just have them now...

Happy long weekend everyone! :D WOOHOO to bank holiday!

Green bean dessert

It is always a comfort to have warm desserts in a faraway land. :) However, mom said that green bean is "cooling" and I shouldn`t be taking it during the cold winter. Haha, whether a certain dish is "heaty" or "cooling" is a concept of the east, I can`t even explain it properly - moms.just.know.

Yet I like my green bean soup best served warm, and was craving for them when it was freezing cold here. So if I can`t have them in winter, I made it as we break into spring. :) The beans were first soaked in water for 2-3 hours before they were poured into a pot of water to boil. I added rock sugar together with the beans - got the sugar from a chinese shop in London and they were a little orangey in colour, hence the slight golden tinge in my soup. When the sugar have dissolved and the beans have softened (haha the picture shows them a little mushed...), I added my favourite component - sago! :D

I finished the whole pot in 2 days. One of the few times I think it`s just right to cook for 1. :D

Assam fish

I do it the easy way, I use assam paste! No-fail method - a definite success. :D

With onions, garlic, celery, carrots and fish, and served with rice. I like it better with porridge though. :) Easy to prepare, nevertheless still yummy and remains as one of my favourite "fast" food.

But I still miss baking sweets.

Ginseng chicken

I am always just cooking for one these days. So my daily meals have evolved to include all the necessary in one pot - my lazy food. They are quick and easy to make, thus have become the usuals on my dinner plate.

Onions and garlics for the antioxidants.

Celery and carrots for vitamins A and C. Surely these contain antioxidants too?

Chicken as the protein in this dish - marinated in ginseng and dark soy sauce.

Let it simmer for a while...

And served with steamed rice. 

This makes one meal for one!

Pound cake

It's finally beginning to look a lot like Christmas. As I eagerly await the coming of the special season, I begin to realise it's the preparation towards the festive day that makes it all so special; in fact, it is already that season now. The writing of Christmas cards, sending of gifts, having parties and dinners with friends and family, decorated streets and homes, and happy people - these are the reasons why I love Christmas.

It's my first Christmas with B. :) To "celebrate" his arrival in York, I baked him a pound cake! Traditionally, pound cake is made of a pound of each ingredients: butter, sugar, eggs and flour, hence its name. There have been quite some "modern alterations" of this old recipe, you can add berries, chocolate chip, banana and even peanut butter (eww...) to the basic pound cake recipe.

I wasn't gonna make a 1 + 1 + 1 + 1 pound pound cake, so I scaled it down, keeping the 1:1:1:1 ratio. I squeezed in some lemon and added some grated lemon skin as well. Itchy fingers despite wanting to stick to keeping it simple.

The lemons provided a little tart taste, and I like that it is so moist and dense. Gives a christmasy-cake feel. :p

Merry blessed Christmas to all. :) And a happy new beginning to the new year!

Tomato rice

Preparing meals for one has never really been the easiest thing to do. Having lived alone for almost 9 months now, I have been repeating my dinner menus so often I could easily count the number of variations with just my fingers. Yes yes it is the same old excuses of not having enough time to cook, being tired when I get back from school and just wanting quick relief to my gruelling hunger.

My friend, J, recently pasted me a link to a recipe for making tomato rice. I was absolutely delighted when I realised it was so simple to make - literally no effort at all. All you need is some pepper and salt, a teaspoon or two of olive oil, rice, water, a big tomato and a rice cooker. Put all of the mentioned ingredients into the rice cooker and cook as you would normally do.

When it is all done, stir everything up, popping the tomato as you do so. That's it!

The best part about this dish is that you can add anything you like. I flavour my rice with basil every time I make this (I loveeee basil! Shall have a pot of it in my own kitchen next time!), sometimes I added chilli flakes or mixed herbs. I added mixed vegetables once and some celery another time. The celery gave a very nice crunch to the dish *om nom nom*. To make it a "complete" meal, I top it off with cooked meat during the last few minutes of cooking in the rice cooker. You could add an egg too if you like! :)

This is really so easy to make, without the compromise of taste and flavour, plus the flexibility of adding almost any ingredient you like. This is for me a definite tried, tested and repeat.

Chocolate & vanilla swirl cookies

Pain demands to be felt.

On my *longest* flight home, I watched one of my favourite movies on the in-flight entertainment.

“'Without pain, how could we know joy?' This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.” 

“There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There's .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I'm likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn't trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.” 

― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

There is nothing more stress-relieving than having some me-time in the kitchen with my hands kept busy and mind distracted. I love the aroma of baked cookies emitting from the oven, it is like therapy to the tired soul and mind. The blast of hot air that gushes out when I open the oven seems to whiff away with it all the nonsensical troubled thoughts and helplessness - albeit for just a moment, but nevertheless, very very mollifying.

I don't know what it means to be mentally prepared. I only know I am not prepared, and I never will be prepared enough for loss. The brevity of life and the unpredictable unexpected scares me. Fear and pain is so real. 

He is a man of few words. Many know him as someone who is strict and stern - "a grumpy old man" may sometimes be an apt description. He is quiet, usually, and often sits in his room, listening to his radio. He doesn't seem to be the sociable sort unlike grandma, and to many he may be difficult to hold a conversation with. But my grandpa is more that all that. He is and always will be my loving and affectionate grandpa.  When I was young, he would always put me on his lap and rock me to sleep with that self-composed tune of  "London bridge is falling down". He is tall and lanky, but very strong and healthy. I had to run to keep up with his walking pace. We visited the market every early morning and the uncle who tended to the vegetable stall would always ask, “你的孙女啊？” And he would reply “是咯，我的孙。我们来买菜。” Before we headed home, he would bring me to that heavenly candy shop where I could pick any and every gummy and candy I wanted. I loved that. Satisfied and happy, we would then head back home, hand-in-hand (really, it is much easier to keep up with him that way). When it was time for my afternoon nap, grandma would prepare my afternoon milk bottle and send me to bed together with my grandpa who took his daily siesta. Sometimes I would keep talking and to make me keep quiet and try to get me to sleep, he would make cat noises (meowing and scratching sounds) to "scare" me enough to shut me up. I have no idea why and how that worked, but it did. In the evenings, grandma would bathe me and grandpa would do the powdering and dressing up. He dried my hair with the towel and powder-puffed my neck and arms. Grandpa loves sweet desserts. When I was older, I would go over with ice cream and gramps and I would enjoy having it together. Grandma always said he was like a little kid, still loving ice cream at that age. I would ask him as always “好不好吃？” and his classic reply, “好吃，怎么不好吃？”  These and all the other little moments we had, I will never forget.

How does one prepare for loss? I know I can't prepare enough.

I wished he could have a cookie. I made cookies.