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i don’t know about you, but i find it horrendously difficult to follow a cookbook recipe to the letter. strangely enough, i did alright in high-school Chemistry and Physics practicals where precision was crucial. but all that rigour breaks down quite embarrassingly in the kitchen… as if another more basic instinct takes over. as such, i never really take to recipe books in the way most people do… i use it more for inspiration, both visually and in trying to imagine the flavours evoked by the ingredients called for within a dish. on occasion, i do *try* very hard to follow a recipe to have a feel of where and what it might lead to in the culinary adventure. suffice to say, the simpler the recipe, the more at home i am with it.

thing is, mummy never really prepared our meals following a recipe book… and i found, from the numerous mundane chopping chores i often got roped into helping her, that the cooking part was most fun… although all that said, it wouldn’t be so without having the ingredients to play with. cooking with mum has always been very much an experimental affair and an exploration in taste and texture. nothing ever tastes the same, done twice. they get to approximate the previous attempts pretty closely but you could never say it is identical. and to add to that, amounts and measurements are always approximate. the only rare occasion when mummy deviates drastically from this experimenting cooking is when she is baking her amazing kuey lapis (Indonesian inspired multi-layered) cake for Chinese New Year… but that’s a recipe that has been tried and pretty rigorously tested. all in all, i have not been groomed for all things requiring precision in the kitchen setting.

my first acquaintance with recipe books began before i left home for boarding school in a faraway place… the little collection of recipes i received from one of my secondary school teachers was more of a reminder of the comforts i was leaving behind rather than any real possibility of me actually recreating them, given the lack of appropriate ingredients in the new country or the lack of a real proper kitchen in the student housing. and while i really appreciated the gesture, i dreaded opening it. the simplified version of many of the local dishes i love were found between its covers and it was pure torture even to open it to the contents page. and i never really considered buying a recipe book until i went to college (or as the Brits will say, University) and lived in a shared flat with a proper kitchen, which included a gas stove.

going on a suggestion from a friend, whose mother is a creative gourmand and a kitchen wizard, i picked up a copy of Nigel Slater‘s ‘Real Cooking‘ and subsequently his ‘Real Food‘… and never looked back. i like the simplicity of his recipes and also the anecdotal way he shares his unpretentious enthusiasm for food. the nice thing about all his books is i never ever really felt that i would be doomed if i didn’t follow the steps rigorously. that freedom is essential for an experimental cook i seem to be and for the fact that so very often in my life, i just can’t seem to find all the required ingredients!

in fact, that is exactly what i like about Nigel Slater’s recipes and his books, as aptly described in the introduction of my US version of his ‘Appetite‘ (acquired at a bargain price):

I want to tell you about the sheer, unbridled joy of cooking without a recipe. I want to reveal the delight to be had from making our own decisions about what we eat rather than slavishly following someone else`s set of rules. And to suggest that our cooking has in fact become too complicated – hence the need to attach ourselves so firmly to recipes – when in truth good eating depends more on fine ingredients simply cooked.

I want to encourage you to take in the spirit of the recipes that follow but then to deviate according to your ingredients and your feelings. To understand that both our ingredients and our hunger are variables that should not, cannot, be subjected to a set of formulas laid down in tablets of stone. I want to get you to break the rules. I want you to follow your appetite.

reading that (again) made me smile… i feel completely at ease in breaking rules particularly in the kitchen… i’ve been doing it since i can remember trying to cook, whether intentionally or not! but it’s nice to be ‘given’ that blessing… especially from the master of the trade.

these days, i don’t really acquire recipe books even though i am thrilled when i receive them as gifts and i thoroughly enjoy browsing them in bookstores. instead, i often derive my inspirations online (particularly from the links on the left featured under “Gourmands I Aspire To Be”) and since BBC now offers replay of certain foodie (or other) programmes (if you live and watch from the UK) using the ibbc service, i sometimes get to watch Mr Slater in action and i am always left hungry and salivating… no doubt, i find myself also much more inspired with foodie ideas to keep me excited about cooking and what i might like to eat, in the next meal or two…

and that is no small joy! i say it from one who cooks that being inspired is important for the activity. this is particularly so given that in many modern societies today, dining out can be a daily option. in fact, while it sometimes feels a bit overwhelming to have to get yourself fed and your sugar levels checked after a long day at work, i don’t think i will find life complete without cooking on a regular basis.

… You can get through life perfectly comfortably without lifting so much as a wooden spoon. Fine. Do that. What I want to say is that if you do decide to go through life without cooking you are missing something very, very special. You are losing out on one of the greatest pleasures you can have with your clothes on. Cooking can be as passionate, creative, life-enhancing, uplifting, satisfying and downright exhilarating as anything else you can do with your life. Feeling, sniffing, chopping, sizzling, grilling, frying, roasting, baking, tasting, licking, sucking, biting, savouring and swallowing food are pleasures that would, to put it mildly, be a crime to miss out on. Add to that buzz, the satisfying tingle that goes down your spine when you watch someone eating something you have made for them, and you have one of the greatest joys known to man.” —  from ‘Appetite’ by Nigel Slater.

and best of all… at least from my wee bit of foodie enjoyment and awareness… is that the whole eating, tasting, and experimenting feeds back into the cooking and sharing!

over the last few days, i’ve been tweaking stuff behind the scenes… and getting help with the transition, which has been fairly straight-forward. as you may have noticed there’s a new ‘banner‘ on top! and  overacuppa.com has moved to WordPress.com! there are still a couple of things to fix because i was using a different stylesheet on the other platform; imported entries do not retain all their paragraphs, fonts, foreign language alphabets might look strange, and pictures do not always align as they once did . it’s all part of the ‘makeover’… which i hope you will enjoy as it evolves.

meanwhile… here’s a sweet little poem i happened to fossick while finding inspiration for the new blog design…

Nearly Four
by Jeremy Lloyd


A teddy bear sits on a mattress one glass eye and threadbare paw
Looking at a cuckoo clock which tells it’s nearly ten to four
Four o’clock is teddy’s teatime, lots of friends and fancy cake
Although it’s only pretend eating…. oh how long ten minutes take


Shadows grow on distant hillside, orange sun on glassy sea
All in his amber eye reflected, and still ten minutes left till tea.
The mattress striped is old and broken, rusty springs through stuffing show,
The cuckoo clock is also broken but how’s a teddy supposed to know


Unaware he’s been abandoned, that this is not the nursery cot
The hills and sea, just glass, old papers on a disused rubbish plot
A telephone that no-one answers, empty tins that once held tea,
The clock that still says nearly teatime, where can all the children be?


For ages now he’s lain unwanted, saluting with a threadbare paw
He’ll never know he’s been discarded, till the clock reads after four
Don’t tell him that the clock is broken, as long as teddy doesn’t know,
It will always soon be teatime as it was so long ago.

taken from http://www.bearonessbears.com.au/nearlyfour.html

it has to be said, bringing your own shopping bag to stores and markets is a very continental thing for you are often charged for every plastic or paper bag you take from the store. i had to learn the hard way but it was a quick nearly one-shot learning… for i never really see the point in paying for plastic bags at a big store! and the very idea of re-using and cutting down on the plastic-bag clutter is very appealing to me! i even go to the point of bringing my own bags to the local supermarket whenever i visit my family in Singapore! the cashiers are often surprised but more often than not, they have been positive about my occasional ‘being-green’ quirk. with all the hype on branded goods in asia… the idea of bringing your own grocery bag is still a very new concept; although asians do like their shopping trolleys/baskets! i’m quite optimistic though, as i think with more new campaigns like the ones IKEA promote… I am sure it won’t be long before everyone is on the same page re. green-ology =)

the blue bags of ikea little blue ikea bag
i love my large IKEA tote bag(s) which i use for laundry, grocery shopping, and almost anything to do with carrying things… road-trips… hauling paper and cardboard to the recycling bins… and possibly even as a sleigh on a sleigh-ride! but i was deliriously chuffed when i found its little version last week on my trip there to pick up a few things! i LOVE the little blue bag. it’s about the same size as my small messenger bag and i love the fact that it’s got a pair of short and another pair of longer handles… just like its bigger half! it’s perfect for the few bits and bobs e.g. lunch or rain-jacket you want to take along outdside… =)

best of all, such lovely blue bliss comes only at a cost of 30 US cents (plus state-tax)! i am so tempted to get another just because it is much more functional than all the existing grocery bags i own!

oh how lovely & green these blue plastic things are!

i was trying to figure out if Yukawa Hideki whom i quoted in the entry below was also the Nobel Prize winner for Physics in 1949 for his postulation of the existence of mesons in the nucleus of the atom, whose forces of attraction keep protons and neutrons of the nucleus together… i still don’t know for sure if it is him, but my silly search led me to something else…

Prof. Steven Weinberg’s Four Golden Lessons… this couldn’t have been more encouraging! =c)

Fopp Records at the windy cobbled-stone Cockburn street in Edinburgh is a great place to go when you know what you want to get… they do CD/DVD/book titles at much cheaper prices… but if you are like me, who’s usually not sure what she wants… it would require quite a lot of luck to pick out something you’d like especially when they do not have the prior-purchase listening service… thankfully there’s a return option…
Ana is an album of jazzy guitar pieces by Ralph Towner that i picked up sometime last year, not quite knowing if i’d like it even though i did have a hunch… when i got home and listened to it, i was rather chuffed with my pick… it’s rather good… well, i like it… the atmospheric themes are rather soothing… hmm guess i might pick up another of his albums next time i am near the store!

sunday… i decided not to do any work for a change… and instead i went to visit ruth who’s just returned from Bangladesh and Nepal… it’s been nearly 2 months since we last bade each other farewell in a frenzy… i love going down to Portobello to visit ruth! it reminds me of going to Adelaide to visit Auntie Helena and Uncle Albert… the beach… and the artsy and peaceful environment where ruth and her current flatmate emily, live… i love their earthern and colourful stoneware crockery among other interesting things… and even the spread of food for lunch is typical of how Uncle Albert would have offered in Aldinga… terribly uncanny… i took along a packet of Cypriot Haloumi cheese i got the other day and some of what is left of mummy’s incredible cake (more on that another day!) to share…

hummus, avocados, cheese galore, tomatoes, and nice bread and some amazing carrot-parsnip-apple-chilli soup prepared by emily gave us sufficient warmth before we headed out to the seafront…

[fundstücke of the day]
seashells

2 beachcombers were busying themselves… i wonder what they were looking for… doggies pranced and skidded on the sand while their owners tried to call them back… we walked near the edge where the dissipating waves lose their momentum and gently caress the moist sand… sometimes looking out to the sea… sometimes listening to what each other had to say…

there are lots to fossick on the beach… seashells, cockles… pebbles… thoughts… calmness… fresh crispy air… skyscapes… the sea…

On Looking at the Sea

Walking down to the sea, with the hills behind me, with the miles inside me, what lies before me is immense, a glittering and shining expanse, both limit and release.

A slow curve of shell sand, sand of white silica, Torridonian sand or sand of grey basalt; these are the margins, tracts of delay and preparation.

If fate is the fruit of character, what does it mean to come down to the sea?

As bladder wrack will float a stone, contemplation of the horizon brings a perceptible lifting of the centre of gravity.

A stretch of sea can lie between hills like an acre of bluebells in sunshine.

No amount of looking will ever exhaust that which can be taken in at a glance.

Looking is an acknowledgement before any recognition.

A contour in the hills may contain the sea, as the body may be full of loneliness.

The complacent to looking is listening, to lie back in the marram grass with eyes closed, while oystercatcher, redshank and whimbrel call the distances.

Barnacles sing, tangle rots, the summer days are long and inconsequential.

For a brief season, a bewilderment of butterfiles, a broadcast of colours, ragwort, clover, tufted vetch, self-heal, eyebright, wild thyme, is steadied by the blue of the sea and sky.

Within the idiom of the tide, ripples in sand, or the edges of receding waves have the clarity of a statement.

Sand, shells, pebbles, boulders are graded in an order that is always open to revision.

After a gale, a snow or ash of sea-spume, a froth of spent rage, covers everything, a wounded guillemot drags itself over a litter of boulders, in the massive calm before a new front approaches.

There is a darkness in excess of light, a lull in the crash of thought, on a walk beside the flowering blackthorn of the wave.

Above the tideline, an old blue rope is entangled in a bramble bush.

What was looked for in the hills and in the recesses of the forest is found at least in the sea; the transformation of qualities into quantity.

Time lost looking at the sea is precisely lost of time.

On looking at the sea, it is not the sea but the looking that is redemptive.

On some mornings it will take all the blue of the sea to wash the sleep from your eyes.

Where waves were driven as spray over the dunes, a clear water stands in weed-held pools.

Whimbrel, redshank, oystercatcher; all the distances awake echoes.

Every inscription is erased, every direction countered, that it might be the sea, not current, tide or wave, that rests in the gaze that rests upon it.

Every distance has an internal duplicate which can be measured and sustained.

When we are far from the sea, within closed horizons, we can look again and again at its absence.

— Thomas A. Clark —
taken from Distance and Proximity

you’ve been visiting this wee space of random muse and whimsical ponderings… you might have chance upon this silly blog via search engines or extended links
you might stay for a second… or a few days…
sometimes you leave a wee comment and sometimes you must think i am full of nonsensical crap…
this wee spiffy thingamajig tells me where you’d come from… and let me derive some pleasure of knowing you’ve been passing by…. :C)

this is one of my favourite stationery products when i was wee and still is! Suzy’s Zoo is a zoo of lovable creatures created by Suzy Spafford. i still recall that my first ever purchase of one of her wonderful stationery merchandise was a christmas-tree-card-set with fun christmassy stickers to decorate the x’mas-tree-shaped-cards, which i found by chance one x’mas season…. i sent one of them to auntie helena and auncle albert that same christmas season some (oh golly gosh!) 14 years ago?! wow. that was my very first correspondence to them, and my first airmail post to aussie-land! Suzy’s Zoo is just lovely-lovely… her creations simply make you smile (check out her fun website by clicking the underlined link!)… i have a few favourites among her many endearing characters: Willie Bear, Emily and Ollie — the marmot twins, Witzy and his rag-bear Boof…. oh they are all so ‘cuddly’… the Wags and Whiskers too… all of them!

..Suzy & friends..
click to get to where the pic was found and lots of Suzy’s Zoo products!

i presume…. the creators had the pun in mind…. i finally got a new whisk to replace the old one that became rusty and flimsy…. introducing

whiskie, the egg whisk by MSC International Inc., a Canadian cook/homeware company…. this wee little whisk, is now a new member of my very very tiny collection of kitchen gadgets! i dream of having a few spiffy things if i ever get to have a kitchen to call my own…. it will be a really fun place, i promise! :C)

i have a tendency to discover great gems when i least expect to… e.g. at the bookstore, a wee shop with odds and ends etc. (yes i am really quite random!) i have almost forgotten about this special gem of an inspiration i happen to chance upon in the summer of 1999…. thanks to DimSumDolly’s recent blog entry i am happily reminded of this fossicking joy!
i remember being in london that summer in 1999, visiting some old friends and found my way towards Foyles – possibly one of the largest and well-stocked bookstores in the UK…. having then got more interested in poetry… i wandered into the section which shelved a selection of works from poets i vaguely knew and never-before heard of…. there… whilst pulling a few titles out and prying into their contents, then returning them to their safe hideouts, i caught a glimpse of a hard-back book’s cover. it read “Wisława Szymborska Poems New and Collected 1957-1997″. i had no idea who this person might be… her name simply cajoled a “pull me out!”… quite unsure of what i was to discover, i gently pulled it out of its location and was to later appreciate that what i was holding in my hands was a treasure…. i recalled pondering and enjoying THE THREE ODDEST WORDS, CLOUDS, PARTING WITH A VIEW, and CLASSIFIEDS; poems that have since become a few of my favourites.
but most precious of all, at least to little nobody me, … is her thoughts expressed in her Nobel Lecture, translated to English from Polish, which i read with gratitude. and i am glad to be drawn back to it again. while ‘Future’, ‘Silence’, and ‘Nothing’ may be ‘The Three Oddest Words‘, “i don’t know” might plausibly be the most potent phrase when those little words are strung together… quoting Szymborska, “[This little phrase]‘s small, but it flies on mighty wings. It expands our lives to include spaces within us as well as the outer expanses in which our tiny Earth hangs suspended. ” (1996:xiv)….because “The World – …. is astonishing.” (xvi) and Wisława offers her views further: “But “astonishing” is an epithet concealing a logical trap. We’re astonished, after all, by things that deviate from some well-known and universally acknowledged norm, from an obviousness to which we’ve grown accustomed. But the point is, there is no such obvious world. Our astonishment exists per se, and it isn’t based on a comparison with something else.” (ibid)
i am glad to be acquainted with some of Szymborska’s works, poems and thoughts…. because a lot of it is provocative, enlightening and a joy to grasp. last summer i discovered her “non-required reading” whilst fossicking for Vanny’s Wedding gift with Joan, Des and Van. … and while i am still slowly crawling my way through it as i usually am with anything readable (i have often wondered if i might actually be dyslexic!), it is indeed another fundst?ck i am happy to share.

little keeps…

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