Sucking Eggs

[image source: gregheinimann.com]

First of all, I like the play on the words "sucking eggs". The exact turn of phrase is "teaching your grandma to suck eggs", meaning teaching an expert advice that they already know, or as we say in Mandarin, 班门弄斧.

I think this book by Patricia Nicol is really excellent. Well, not exactly because of the cost saving and recycling techniques she advocates that we learn from our grandparents, but rather how admirable the English were during WWII, saving, and scraping for their country. Their patriotism was really amazing,  e.g. billeting the children in Wales and the countryside to save them from the relentless Blitzkreig, Land girls, collecting scrap metal (if I am not wrong, the Germans did this too). but what was even more amazing was the level of care and consideration Churchill government (more specifically the Ministry of Food) put into caring for the dietary needs of its people, tearing up the Kensington Gardens to grow vegetables, having pig clubs, wartime celebrity chefs, Mrs Sew and Sew, Dr Carrot and Potato Pete. They even came out with war cookery leaflets.

I guess the indomitable spirit was what impressed me the most, and the gentle brilliancy of the  wartime government, which is something we don't see much nowadays.

没鱼吃虾的未来 - Morbid Description of Settling for anything and Marriage

I dedicate these to everyone who marry in haste and repent at leisure.

I encountered this video clip while watching "How TV ruined your life"



I'm ready girl
Hey baby, we've been together for a while now
And there's something I want to say to you
Girl you're not quite everything,
that I had hoped you'd be (you're not that good looking)
And I'm not really impressed by your personality (You're pretty dumb)
But I've been searching so long, so it's time I said to you (cos' I don't want to be alone)
At the risk of not finding better, girl you'll do
At the risk of not finding better, girl you'll do (You're pretty dumb baby)
You are so dull
Let her know man
You're not the best, but you'll do for now
You'll do you'll do you'll do
Oh baby
We're here to say to you, as far girl, you'll do
You'll do

Having a bloody cow at Mignon Steak and Grill

Well, looks like the "I am tight, I am poor" is becoming a leitmotif on my blog.

So still feeling broke, B1 and I went to eat at Mignon Steak and Grill last Saturday (I think), which is one of the small restaurant outlets at Takahshimaya's basement food section. Auf wiedersehen, Prime Society. Goodbye S$68 300gm ribeye, for which I got ripped off...and didn't get a pic, because of my stupid work. Just like Lei Garden all over again. Ah Lei Garden! Your magnificent foie gras fried with beef... manna between my teeth.

I could go on forever on the food I can no longer afford to eat. But I digress. So being cheapo now, the two of us wandered around the basement food section, instead of the 4th and 5th floor restaurants as we usually do. B1 was conned into eating some US of A cow meat while I decided to stick to mixed grill as a form of penance for my recent sinning. I love mixed grill, it always come with sausages, my fave, and an egg on top. The fish I can live without. This mixed grill however, has a egg so cooked, it hardened just coming to me, like a horny man (oh I flatter myself). The fish was the usual cheap, stinky dory =d. But I did like the sauce even if I hate capsicums. 

B1 on the other hand, had some really bloody cow. If that is medium, rare must come with the actual cow. The paradox was that, staring at the blood leaking from the meat you would think it was super tender. Well, it was like chewing on old leather.

Identity crisis - Flirtation with an Onkel

I haven't been blogging for a while. 

My thoughts had been preoccupied by $, $ and more $. I was having a pretty bad week.

But yesterday something funny happened.

I went to the hawker centre for lunch. The hawker (who looked like he could be my father) from whom I ordered from tried to flirt with me. I found it quite funny, entertaining and very innocent. Ah how my standards have fallen. But still, it did lift my mood. Haha.

Conversation in Mandarin:
Onkel: Are you local? [why do they always ask this?]
Me: Why?
Onkel: Because your smile is so sweet that uncle cannot move for a while *ohmigod!!!*
Me: *laughing* Uncle, you are so sweet-tongued.
Onkel: if you are not married, Uncle will woo you.

Too bad he didn't give discount. Wtf.

I can never understand why I always get the "are you local?". Where the hell do they think I come from?

The Sunflower [completed]

Now I just need to wait for it to dry for a few weeks before I apply the varnish.