Another recipie for my friend to wean her off potatoes..

I miss the traditional steamed grouper teochew style that my family used to order everytime we go out for dinner. It is usually served on a fish-shaped platter, with a small candle underneath to keep it warm. Filled with tofu,salted veg,ginger,mushroom and coriander,I love the gravy so much that the fish is literally secondary to me.

Until I have no more access to my beloved grouper.

For all the three years that I spent in Fresno, all the fish I had was finger-shaped or Mcfillet-shaped.I couldn’t afford to buy fish - but more importantly, I did not know how to cook fish!One of my ambitions at the start of my masak-masak was to learn how to cook fish. Bacon poach his fish in milk (!!!!!) - apparently it’s and English thing like Fish & Chips. And speaking of that, I usually order deep fried spam instead of Fish. MmmMMm….SPAM.

Anyway.I digress. Like most of my recipies, I would have a lingering taste in my mouth for a few days, and then decide to create a similar but simpler dish. I did not have a steaming dish nor a wok big enough to fit!

Ingg:
2 fillet of fish - I use cod.
2 inch of ginger, sliced or julienned
4 dried mushroom, soaked and julienned
2 chinese plums
2 tomatoes sliced
1 juice of lime (if you like)
1 pack of soft tofu -cubed
bunch of coriander for garnishing

First, make the ’stock’ by adding all the ingg above (except tofu and coriander) into a shallow wok with 600ml water .Let it simmer for 10 minutes to get all the flavours into the stock

Add your fish - and coat all the inggredients on top. The stock is insufficient to cover all of the fish, so rememeber to keep turning it. I leave the cover on to sort of give it a ’steaming’ effect. Add tofu at this stage.

Serve up after fish is cooked - should not be more than 10 minutes.

TADA!

..means guiltless meaningless spending.Such mindless spending would have rendered me completely broke if done in KL.

weekend carnage produced:

striped city shorts for work - $14.99 from H&M

grey buttoned casual city shorts - $19.99 from H&M

Paisley smock top - $9.99 from H&M.

Great with the grey city shorts

striped jersey dress - $25 from Oasis

Black jersey dress ($29.99) with turquoised emboidered belt($15)-Both from Marks & Spencer

Seagreen strappy wedge- $29.99 from Marks & Spencer

Raffia effect aunty-like heels - $25 from Marks & Spencer

Not forgetting three bras.No,no pictures…i am not that shameless yet:)

I am hero

…means that across oceans, daily doses of bitching ,complaints, moaning and depressing has led to two separate decisions being made on the same week by two different people.

And it even meant being offered THE SAME alternative choice/direction.:)

YAY for drey! We no longer suck! We so rock now!! WOOO!!

I have a noisy little friend who likes to see people nekkid. And in Ibiza, it all hangs loose. Any sandy patch that remotely passes off as a beach is decorated with hot topless spanish chicks and big loose saggy titties of the (older) germans and the english. Ocassionally it would be a little puke-inducing when you see pairs of down-to-belly-button white papayas. But there were no naked Malaysians, rest assured. I think your nipples kinda burn a little when you let them bake - we don’t want no peeling areola (sp?)!

I was initially amused, especially when I see really ugly saggy ones. By the end of the week, I was not amused by the naked titties hanging in my face anymore. One naked episode that remained in my mind was this two spanish girls that were playing beach ping pong/tennis (well, two paddles and a ball by the beach) one day whilst we were in Cala Bassa. Nothing new in that, there are loads of people playing, bouncing tits or not. Two hours later, I saw one of the girls slip into her school uniform, picked up her school satchel and walked away. It’s like as if she just spent her recess time playing naked ping pong. Weird

The bad german - Big saggy titties everywhere (this was the beach outside out hotel) , and there were much worse than the ones above by the hotel pool. I spent a total of 2 hrs by the hotel pool the whole time I was there - not a big fan of big,burnt saggies. Can you spot bacon happily reading under the tree? I was trying to take a picture of him but she was in the way..pfft.

The Nudeness of Playa Cala Comte. Sorry,zoom is not strong enough. This was where I also saw a man playing with his dog - in the nude. It was like staring at roadkill - its disgusting but you just can’t stop staring.It is a beautiful, beautiful nudist beach..just that most of the people there are not really beautiful

Sometimes I feel that small(er) titted women should not really sunbathe topless - you can’t really see the tits and I sometimes have difficulties telling the female apart from the males. Then again I am just biased.

I’ve got a total of 350 pictures - and I am actually too lazy to go through trawling all of them to search for a tit here and there .And no, no naked men. I don’t know why, I find taking picture of women so much sexier. Unless you want a topless picture of Bacon.

Sangria-ed sunset

I have seen many a pretty sunsets in my life - you would have more than noticed it if you had been following my blog for more than a few months. Even my wedding march was done to the tune of a purply red pretty sunset - or so I noticed after the event as I was too stressed out being mad at the photographer and everyone else.

Anyway. Ibiza is blessed with clear skies in the day, and long lingering colors of sunsets from 8pm onwards. The prettiness of sunset only dissapear around 10pm - whilst in Malaysia it would start at around 7.15pm and pitch black by 8pm.Not much of time for you to enjoy the calming effect. All around the island,there are outposts and cool chillout bars for you to sit out and enjoy the remnants of a beautiful sunny day, in calm relaxing surroundings - no, not piano lounge.It is truly la isla bonita.

The San Antonio Bay sunset

And again

Boats boats, take me away..

Reflecting on an angry sun

Sunset from my hotel

The super-famed Café Del Mar is located on what is called the Sunset strip, which should give you some clue of why is it included in this post.It is currently a shithole of a place - renovations are intensive in that area as they are building a broadwalk so that people can walk on it safely instead of on the rocky beach that has been part of its charm since the early 80s with Jose Padilla manning the decks.Incidentally, Jose Padilla has apparently moved on to Café Mambo, which is right next door,thereby their direct competitor.

Watch this - the café del mar sunset. All taken in bursts of 1 minute.:

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Putting your feet up

The beer after.

shitloads happening re work - no time to blog at all.Will be back in a day or two with exciting happy updates.Currently busy cleaning house- yes,you’ve got it, I am busy cleaning HOUSE as well.I have officially gone mad.

sorry have not replied to emails and comments…will get right into it by end of the week

xxx

What do you expect from such simple creatures? Your last name stays put. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack.You can be President. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park. Car mechanics tell you the truth.

The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character.

Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.

People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet. One mood all the time. Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat. You know stuff about tanks.

A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase. You can open all your own jars. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough. You almost never have strap problems in public. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes. Everything on your face stays its original colour. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades..

You only have to shave your face and neck. You can play with toys all your life. One wallet and one pair of shoes one colour for all seasons. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look. You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache..

You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier

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