Month: October 2014

FudgeMeNot

Who doesn’t love fudge? Well to those non-believers, I say you just haven’t tried the true fudge. The true-true (Cloud Atlas anyone?) In fudge we trust. Can I get an ‘A-fudge’? So by now, you’re probably rolling your eyes, because clearly all I am doing is putting fudge in front of words. I’ll stop. I’ve ran out of fudge related puns anyways. Joking aside, what with all the aggro against fudge? The other day, I had a 25 minute conversation, with someone who was convinced that fudge, “… is exclusively for those old enough to know what the swinging sixties was actually like.” While a lot of you might be offended, I got what she meant. I’m not sure if it was just simply a dig at me, or if she actually felt so strongly against it. But her message was clear: Fudge is for the old folks. Well then, I must be the oldest. It’s my sweet distraction. My naughty treat in the wee hours of the morning, when hot, humid, restlessness pays me a visit; stealing my sleep …

On…Pad Thai

I will be healthy. I will stay healthy. Not that I have ever lived slovenly. Its just very hard here to stick to any type of regimen. Bangkok is a food lovers paradise! And though legend has it that you can get sick of eating Thai food. There are countless others just waiting in the wings (yumm crispy chicken wings), ready to deliver marvelously wondrous pieces of heaven, directly to your mouth. I’m old school.  Eating out, on a regular basis, always makes me feel guilty. It was a treat; meant to be savored. An occasion to be counted down, something you spent time looking forward to. Here, its just run of the mill. I love cooking, but I’d be a fool if I didn’t go out (on a quest-like mission) and sample all the tasty food, this town has to offer. Firsts stop. I follow my friend Yok to Klong Toey to try: Quite Possibly Bangkok’s best Pad Thai This is it! And isn’t it marvelous. Its a little roadside restaurant with both eat in and out facilities. I’m not …

What the oeufs wrong with you?

Get it? That’s what three years of French gets you. Its October, a blistering 34 degrees and I’m getting a little home sick. October is not only my birthday month but when I get cracking on picking my winter coat, buying tights and all my usual thermal undergarb (mostly from Uniqlo). I’m not doing any of that and its just downright strange. “But you’re in a tropical paradise! Shut up”, says the constant contradictory voice in my head. “Nobody likes a moaner”. To get me out of my tiny funk, I’ve decided to dream up places I’d be visiting insead and imagine all the tasty dishes I’d be sampling. Numero Uno. Paris, France. I won’t bore you with the usual tripe of how its enchanting and romantic. That’s what they all say. To be honest my first memories of visiting France were as a child. You really have to be into romance to get all worked up about it. And I wasn’t. No sir, not icky boys. Except for if you count my bizarre crush on the dashing Tuxedo Mask …

Thinking is a terrible crime

I have that Saturday morning feeling. But not the good kind. Is there such a things as a good kind? For me it involves restlessly replaying thoughts in your head, to the point where you feel as if you’re going to wind up on the weekend news as a shocking case of spontaneous combustion. There only one thing for it… eat. “Let food be thy medicine…” I’m not the kind of person that ‘eats her feelings’ (that’s a lie), but I do believe that tastes have magical power. Just like a little electricity can alter brain signals, why not salsa? For me, it’s the sour and salty tastes, that can kick-start my batteries. It’s an Oriental take on the simple salsa. You actually have quite a bit of left over teriyaki, which is perfecte, because you can store it for later and use it with your chips. What’s that you say? Teriyaki and chips! Eugh? Well I say nicht. You sir, haven’t lived till you’ve had fish and chip with teriyaki sauce. Yumm. Move over vinegar. I like …

There’s hope for us all…

I’ve often been accused of being the ‘blind optimist’. And what is wrong with that exactly?…. Seriously though, what is so wrong with trying to push through sad situations? Isn’t everybody entitled to feel how they want? And since you are… Why would anyone choose to be miserable? Just like you choose to wear a certain style of clothing, or the way you choose to visit the pub every blimmin Thursday without fail. You don certain patterns and behaviors; conditioning yourself to them. It’s your choice. It’s always your choice. And yes they can be hard to break, but they’re not impossible. Nothing is impossible. Except for interstellar space travel, but we’ll leave that to the oh-so-sexy Elon Musk[swoon]. Where was I? I do believe that in some circumstances, it becomes a crutch that we hold on to, so we don’t have to do more. The more being anything that might possibly lead to failure or rejection, or dare I say it, nothing. 随便!随便你吧! Quoting the newest song that has drilled its way deep into my brain: “…To rise over love, And over …

Juice Challenge

My 14 Day Juice Challenge Watching all the youtube videos, I decided to give the whole ‘juice cleanse‘ a try.  Health nuts rave on about it, so I figured I might as well dabble. After all why would someone say something works, when it doesn’t? Of course I am a skeptic from the onset. Panning through various sites it would appear that this whole juicing thing is, as with everything else, an industry. Countless site can send you pre-made juices, all claiming to resolve all manner of ailments. Ha! Their ingredients are all pretty much similar, so why the hefty price tag? Organic. Yes. Concentration of goodies. I get that too…. But still. There remains a sour taste in my mouth when I think of forking out $75 dollars a day for juice. Just juice. I’ll do it. And in true Zipporah-style there’ll be a catch. I have decided to replace breakfast with a juice. But one that I make for myself (von mir für mich). The market near me offers plenty of ultra cheap produce, that …

a guide to the life that I wish to live up to

This tagline is ambiguous. I’ll give you that. But too often the avenues we choose in terms of assumptions are not reflections of the ambiguity, but a reflection of ourselves. I’ll leave you to ponder that. Ha! Philosophy lesson over. I am by no means a yummy mummy who has this picturesque idealized standard of her life. I just know that what I want in life is something that needs constant tending, adapting and re-working. It is something that I have to live up to. Hence the title. My daddy (yes I still call both my parents mommy and daddy), once told me to aim so high that even if you only reached half the way, you had still conquered the sum of all your fears. Yes this is a cliche that will most probably get turned into a meme with a cute cat, but I believe it. But what is wrong with just admitting that you don’t have all the answers, just a few really fun and interesting suggestions?