Forgive my absence during the weekend,
as well as this morning-afternoon’s half hearted post.
The weekend was a lazy one for the NyonyaCelup and her Baba;
filled with good music,
hearty Italian food paired with the right wine,
and sunny blue vanilla skies.
Blessed Easter, everyone!
So, I’m a little late; because technically, Easter proper (or Easter week) ended three Sundays ago — we’re in the 4th week of Easter, in case anyone was counting. But then again, technically, we still have a few more Sundays of Easter-tide before Pentecost, no?
Since you last heard from me on Holy Thursday, I was forced to buy a brand new iPad 2 — I dropped mine and broke its gawd-awfully impractical glass screen in four different places, only to be told by the local evangelists that they don’t replace broken iPad screens, just in case anyone was wondering — only to have the latest iOS 5.1 update brick it. To add insult to the injury, iTunes INSISTED on re-downloading the entire update before it allowed me to restore Lambda2.1 — what I call my iPad 2, again if anyone was wondering — PLUS, my carrier’s arrested development kept throttling my speed in the region of 90 kBps — not very funny considering it’s a 750+ MB file — a speed of which should have be made illegal after the death of dial-up! <– Only in Malaysia, people! After a week of dancing with such abysmal broadband speeds, I had to resort to travelling down to Kiaseeland to download the confounded file via my Singaporean hotel’s in-house internet service; and no, it wasn’t on the house. Even so, I still needed to re-restore Lambda’s original settings — a grand total of five times, usually in the middle of in these wee hours — because the new update & him were yet to become good friends.
It’s all good now, though: I threatened to can him for the New iPad and all was restored in iOS-Land. I still traded up with the New iPad though, and The Baba gets a brand new iPad 2. It was a win-win situation. *glee* Back to the belated Easter greeting…
For reasons unknown, I have been thinking of olives since Easter — or Holy Week, to be more exact.
Spilt over a sub, or sprinkled generously across a pizza, they are the closest that one can get to pickled culinary perfection.
How convenient then, that I happen to have an olive tree in my garden! 🙂
I have been told that my blogging is sporadic, erratic at best.
And also that I sound like a tape recorder played on repeat, at times. 🙂
I’ll be honest, I’ve been having trouble with the buah keluak recipe.
To be very fair, it has been a while since I last did any heavy duty blogging / photo editing,
and I am beginning to think that perhaps I’m getting a little too old for this.
It’s taken me almost three weeks to complete, and I’ve decided to break it into a two-part instalment;
especially since I realised that not many non-Peranakans know how to prepare these tough lil’ buggers for cooking to begin with.
A few weeks ago, I introduced you to the star of the show.
I should’ve published my Babi and/or Ayam Buah Keluak recipe yesterday.
Truth be told, I was too busy whipping up a 4-course meal for the Baba and I.
Till I get about editing the pictures for the post, here’s a lil’ tip for my 10-odd readers. 🙂
I love you! I love you all!
If you’re like me (READ: working, maid-less amateur cook who whips up a meal, at most, twice a week), you’ll probably be at a loss when it comes to purchasing ingredients like ginger (or onions, or garlic – but these keep for perpetuity with their skins on).
Your recipe will probably call for vague amounts: a thumb of… a thimble of… (WTF*CK?!)
to more precise measurements: 5 cm of… an inch of…
However they word it though, unless you’re cooking for an army, you’ll usually not need more than 5-10 cm of it.
No, I did not forget about all of you.
The weekend saw the Baba and I on a road trip with our Priest that took us on a gastronomical journey all the way through Johor (one day, remind me to tell you where to find the best Fuzhou food down south), landing up in Johor Bahru;
and ended with us paying a visit to an old friend’s first born in Muar.
I finally got about to cooking the buah keluak that’s been sitting next to my kitchen sink for the past fifteen-odd days yesterday, to splendid results – especially since this version did not contain pork in it.