September 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
there is a deep connection when we make food, the way we like it and the way people like to eat, to tell them who we are and get to know their preferences.
We may not be good at many things in life, with small talks, with relationships, with our strong characters, bad tempers, stubborness, but we at least try to communicate through food
A place where we dont allow faults, or when we allow faults, because it can be forgiving and yet inspiring at the same time.
We see flaws and imperfection but that’s the charming bits. These days, I question myself with the people around me, trying to perfect their daily lives. To even out the very fine creases on their pants, the little drip of oil on the plate or one spelling error in a long paragraph. We are human, with human errors. I question whether they see the charm or take pleasure in the race. The demands, the pressure, and what really comes out from it. They take pride in things, I do too. But when more is more, and less is always more, where do we draw the line?
“I can get my head turned by a good-looking guy as much as the next girl. But sexy doesn’t impress me. Smart impresses me, strength of character impresses me. But most of all, I am impressed by kindness. Kindness, I think, comes from learning hard lessons well, from falling and picking yourself up. It comes from surviving failure and loss. It implies an understanding of the human condition, forgives its many flaws and quirks. When I see that in someone, it fills me with admiration.”
― Lisa Unger
The book deadline is over, I am back in the kitchen at full throttle. The neglect has been overdue and I find myself picking up the slack all over again. The kitchen is taking a quiet change, we’ve been testing and testing recipes to refine our repertoire. To taste food, find good reliable suppliers and feed people genuinely.
Again, I question myself whether we are doing things wrongly, whether what people say should affect us and rock our boats, how do we protect ourselves from not straying away from our identity and staying true. Day by day, these things reassure us that we are doing something right. Not to feed the masses but by making a difference with little changes.
farewell letter from a part timer
our newest addition to the cafe family; they have been our customers since Henry, he has espressos, she does her piccolo, he has the chicken sandwich, she does the sardine melt, sometimes they get the pandan cake & blueberry pancakes; her mum said one day the little boy will grow up to have my baked goods
really good article written by Corby Kummer on Puglisi way of cooking after Noma and now at Relae
“If Puglisi is carrying forward a revolution, he’s doing it deliberately taking two steps back to one forward”
August 23, 2014 § Leave a comment
Recently, there have been thoughts about balance. Finding the right way to juggle every aspect of life. Not that it is difficult or easy, not that I don’t have the right things or fundamentals to make it balanced, just that I have not allowed most of it to happen. For the past couple of months unexpected events have unfold, both good and bad, instead of adapting to them, I’d fought against them.
A week or two ago, I laid on the hospital bed pondering for a long time. Immobilized after being sedated from a gastroscopy procedure, I could only think about good things. You know as a kid, when you fell ill, you thought about happy days, in hopes to get better so you could go out and play. But instead of dreaming of cycling around or playing catch with the dogs, I reflected upon happier days. Days in California or working in Henry when life was more carefree. Eat fresh produce, live a more sustainable lifestyle; talk to customers, get to know their lives, bake cakes and pour coffee. It was simple. I had wanted to leave the island again and pushed journalism school, not once but twice. Each time there was a chance to take flight, I held back. There was love. Unconditional some might say, or unrequited some might believe. There was hope. Hope, we all know, is a dangerous thing.
Each time I face a downfall, I wonder if I made the right decision. Each time I reach a milestone, even within a few yards, I smile to myself. Reassuring that I am doing the right things. The ups and downs of emotions and feelings were presented but were not taken heed of. I would want control but could not control the consequences. Worse still, I dwell in them, which explained ending up in the hospital.
There was nothing wrong with the gut, apart that it is sensitive with dairy/gluten. So rather than taking medication to ease the pain after eating them, I would rather avoid them. Sticking to a plant based diet, staying grounded on the mat and running.
shared meal, veggie fried rice & homemade fig jam
Two years or more passed, hoping to put both lives together and letting things be. Learning mostly. With enough conviction, fight for values. Have an open mind, give the benefit of the doubt, even when you think you know it all, most of the time, there are still things to acquire. Like it or not, you are not going to be right all the time, and that is perfectly fine. Where is the fun or challenge if you are?
sometimes losing balance for love is part of balance in life – elizabeth gilbert
August 19, 2014 § Leave a comment
The last visit to Sydney was rather heavy. It was the last time I got to see Sam, a family friend I’ve known for the last 15 years. I was just a little girl when we first met. We’ve lost touch and been in touch since, the back and forth, occasional messages on special events or family gatherings.
The last couple of days with him and his close friends were really special. I got to know the love of his life, S, who has a great heart and gives more than he takes. Three of us got to laugh at silly things, watch the horizon from their little cosy apartment, where we saw whales, waves and the endless blue sea, we cooked, had quiet dinners, took very short walks and even with the unbearable pain after the surgery, Sam was as cheerful as a three year old.
Somehow, with all the hope, we know letting him go from the pain will be good. Nevertheless, letting go of him is difficult.
Since a few of us couldn’t make it for his funeral, we’ve decided to light a candle and reflect on the moments we had with him. Thank you for showing us the strength that we never thought anyone would have and sharing your spirit with us.
Live life to the fullest, always give more than you can take. What you have today, might not be what you have tomorrow. Be grateful for simple joys.
July 25, 2014 § 1 Comment
Learn what harms you, and let it go; desire what you love and that is honestly, good for you. Respecting the body, honor the thoughts, be kind, leave the negativity, and manifest goodness.
there are three things that cannot be hidden: the sun, the moon and the truth. – buddha
You either get it or you don’t. You either accept it or you don’t. Whatever that is in between is a grey area that can bridge the two together or separate them apart. Patience is one of them, it clearly isn’t in everyone and you can look at the person getting tensed and raising their voice. Worse still, they think they aren’t doing it, because unconsciously they are always right. Perhaps we had experiences, good and bad, and carry them with us like a huge burden that hinder moving forward. We take them along with us like baggage and carry it from one relationship/career/homes/cities, and seem to search for a better perspectives.
I am one who travels light, or attempt to. Believe in having just the essential to get by and capturing every possible moment with the heart and thoughts. I had good experiences, good moments, and bad, some very bad ones and laugh about them now. Do we ever learn? Do we ever go beyond the self and search for something that better?
Stubbornness. In all honesty, I am one of them. I can get fixated on something and not look through the situation from another window. Recently, the thoughts have slowed down a little more to rationalize events more. To keep in perspective that we need to be patient with others as much as we should be patient with ourselves. That time given, can vary from a second to twenty years.
love what is good for you, do not desire what harms you.
There is a repetitive pattern in us human beings that is hard to break. Vices. Bad habits. It’s almost like tasting a really greasy plate of fries or saccharine sweet treat and keep on going back for it until the doctor place a red light. Or getting into relationships that hurts and having to face the same arguments but with a different soul. One day, you will get fed up, and try to learn why by back tracking what had been done.
Sometimes, when things can be avoided momentarily, and the time is missed, just take it with a pinch of salt.
Sometimes, when things cannot be avoided momentarily, and the time has passed, take it with a pinch of salt too.
Either way, give the benefit of the doubt.
honey-glazed endives, smoked beef flank and salsa verde
cinnamon apple sauce and blood orange marmalade
almond milk gluten free pancakes and homemade nut butters with agave
July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
“there is always that impulsive initial thought to react quickly, to make a move before others and to jump two steps forwards
there is always that gap between the thought and reaction
there is always space and room to make time between both of them, for a more thoughtful spectrum, a bigger picture, an understanding perspective and a moment to ease into each other’s feelings
A week ago, I took sometime off to Sydney to visit a family friend who recently got diagnosed with liver cancer. While it was hard for some to understand the sudden decision, it was more difficult to comprehend how unforgiving a common abnormal cell growth can just take over the body and allow us to fail in taking part in the most simplest daily activity.
Stepping away from the island was a blessing. Getting into the routine of cooking healthy plant-based food, nourishing others, yoga everyday, writing and long walks. It created a room between the daily life and future. It gave an opportunity to reflect about decisions made, done, the outcomes and what to do after.
Time stopped, the thoughts flowed as they should and feelings were placed in focus. You start asking yourself questions and values you hold close to the heart.
Words said that could hurt so much more than one can ever imagine. Words whispered to make the heart skips a few beats. Food so bad you cannot believe people want to eat them. Food, so wholesome, you wonder why people stop eating them. Laughters heard so loud, you smile just listening to them.
In the last few months, I lost the ability to acknowledge what is in front of me and started to have second thoughts. The reassurance of things were not promising. Helping to run the cafe came easy until I started doubting its sustainability. The daily ingredients, the connections we made, the lives we may change, the philosophy behind the minds and what entails beyond.
The doubt became fear, then like all introverts do best, we start caving in, giving in and caring less. An unknown unconscious action and feel somewhat, lost.
Coming back to home ground, there was no air of freshness, but a subtle thought to reconnect the gap. To build trust again, take pride in the self & others, give time ( a lot of it), and stay grounded.
Acknowledge that we came here to have a good experience, start the day with a proactive thought, a simple gratitude to pen down, a respectable exchange between two souls and feed the body what nature gives us best.
The destiny of nations depends on the manner in which they are fed – Jean Anthelme
June 25, 2014 § Leave a comment
“There’s an epigram tacked to my office bulletin board, pinched from a magazine — “Wanting to meet an author because you like his work is like wanting to meet a duck because you like pâté.”
- Margaret Atwood
How many times have you flipped through a magazine and want to be exactly what it is? The images catch your soul, the words read your thoughts, the illustrations make your mind wonder and keep your daily chores interesting.
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June 16, 2014 § 4 Comments
We all wake up differently.Sometimes to dreams still lingering in our heads, the last thought before falling into deep sleep, sometimes to a crooked neck, to people we love drooling on a new pillow case or to a heavy head for there is still a little bit of alcohol in the blood.. and really just want to sleep in a little bit more.. Maybe I’ve always enjoy the way our sun slowly lights up the room, the fresh scent of a new day, the excitement of knowing you can have the freedom to undo the wrongs and have a new chance to life. Renewal. Possibilities. Growth.
I used to wake up earlier than everyone else to have a little bit of a quiet time to myself. I make a cup of tea, have some fruits and regain a little bit of consciousness. To reflect on what was done and can be better, to the hours I will be giving and the people I will spent with, to the flow of a the day and how we can meet on common grounds.
These days, I find myself doing the same routine but with a different perspective. Looking back at the days ,trying to not regret on the decisions made and how to move forward with others. These days, life is taking its own course to change and be meaningfully simple. Be in sync with people that matters, stop when they are tired, go when they can, push them when there is a chance for goodness and nurturing into something wholesome.
A timely wake up call for a new shift.
I used to believe we need to be on the same page or shoes to feel each others. But I am starting to think that we need to stop to try to be in sync, it’s nice to be in sync, but we are individuals. Individuals who try to be happy on our own, but come together and share the simple everyday joys just so.
Last night was exactly how it was meant to be, unadorned, honest and real. We finally got to celebrate our one year anniversary. It was perhaps the best way to enjoy an infant blossoming into something, hopefully, better. We are all silly, stubborn and eccentric. We are all a little insecure, quiet, and loud. We are all happy in our own ways, and searching for a sense of belonging.
Devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning – Mitch Albom