Here’s something interesting: impatience in life can lead you to a rock and a hard place. I’ve since learnt that the same occurs when one gives in to impatience in bread-baking.
I make no apologies for that pun.Read more "January 11th: Breakfast in Bread"
Calmness settles in the after. It’s a soft, contemplative atmosphere I roost in. I gym, I stir quietly over the stove, I hum as I clean, I sip coffee and smile at strangers over my cafe breakfast. I revel in a sense of quiet accomplishment.Read more "November 18th: Let It Rain"
But, after what seemed like the millionth Tinder text that began and ended with ‘are you good at sucking dicks’, reading in bed seemed far too mild an evening. Especially since I was now put in a mood to stab someone in the balls.Read more "November 17th: On my own"
Those days, my uncle would come home from work nearby for lunch. There was always a good, strong cup of sugared black coffee waiting for him in the fridge, and five-year-old-me figured out that if I stood by the fridge and waited for him, he’d let me have a few sips.Read more "An Ode to Coffee"
It’s true that we eat with our eyes before anything else. I myself have been guilty of that ever-Asian trend, and if you haven’t been made aware of it, Google ‘Asians taking pictures of Asians taking pictures of food’ and you’ll catch my drift.Read more "Impressions Matter"
It’s an abstract sort of concept to grasp, the idea that it’s possible to hunger for the human touch. We’ve all felt it – to be sure, in different ways, but we’re all human, and to be human is to want the companionship of others like us.Read more "Skin Hunger"