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Homecoming | What happens when you finally return…

It was the books. Children, at all cost, should be kept away from books. My formative years were spent cutting out ‘plans’ from the likes of Conde Nast’s Traveller and imagining all sorts of mischief I could get up to in those far away unpronounceable lands. I whiled away time reading the likes of The Swiss Family Robinson and just hoping that with some sheer stroke of luck, I too could be marooned on a far off island – but of course with the ability to snap my finger and magic myself  some home comforts, like hot cocoa, more books and a nice warm bath. I have always lived a life looking out. My surroundings, where my unconventional tastes and sensibilities made me both a target and pariah, definitely contributed to the need to escape. There’s really no need to delve into the particulars of it all, because I’m still personally making sense of it all. What was at least certain was that I have always wanted to be free. But from what? I wouldn’t dare call myself an escapist – But aren’t …

Why cook or bake?

As a child I loved museums. For one, they were free! As cities go, London is one of the best in the world for its eclectic cultural scene, but cheap it isn’t. You could go there and marvel at humanity’s achievements. I’d go to ogle at the hand-crafted chairs, featured in the likes of the British Museum, and wonder if I could ever create something like that. I would stand in awe at the displays of embroidery, and curse my little butter fingers for only being able to clumsily stitch the buttons back on my jacket. I was a child enthralled, filled with so many passions, that I now realize would definitely have taken many lifetimes to satisfy. Just don’t tell her that. I still don’t know how to do any of these things. But deep down inside, I still want to. So why haven’t I? Well, first, I haven’t got the raw wood, in my inner-city bubble, I’m sorry to say that I didn’t have many encounters of the stuff. Now that I am in Asia, this idea looks a …

Throwback Thursday….

It’s definitely Thursday somewhere in the world. Aha! I knew it. As I write this, I can confirm (ladies and gentlemen of the jury), that it is 6pm on Thursday…in London. The whole time zone situation has been explained to me, over and over again, but it doesn’t mean I actually get it. This was life my, a year ago: My beloved Xena and I were inseparable. I was discovering the wonders of baking (of course my photographic skills weren’t as good as they are today). I had my chooks and they had me as their mother hen. [I’m to the crazy one to the right] And I had my best friend by my side. Oh Bernadette. I can imagine that if she ever sees this picture, I’ll be forced (under pain of death or morbid mutilation) to take it down. But that was my life then….And this is now… I’m alone. But I’m still cooking. This is my new garden. Its the size of a single bed but I know I can make something of it. I …