Archive for January, 2010

Vanilla. This is real dedication.

too lazy to sketch and scan.

Yesterday.. Sunday.. My usually favourite day of the week—and usually my favourite day to work, turned bitter-sour right before dinner hours when I encountered a puzzling last drop of vanilla and another entire bottle of the alcohol-free version gone. Gone (which by the way, I hunted half around and across the world to have only found one). Gone off the face of my kitchen.


The only logical suspect.

My face, hot. My heart, ached. IT ACHED. I pictured the unadulterated expression of a passionate, too excited, inexperienced and not a very good baker, generously pouring stream after stream of my precious pressed vanilla juice—which, had been pre-selected oh, so very carefully by my judgement of quality, and attained not locally, but thousands of miles worth of ardent search through traveled journeys to organic stores, reading labels, and carefully packing them for the air freight home—to be used frugally in recipe testing and occasional special food making; not for absentminded baking that resulted in burnt rimmed cookies unfailingly out of every batch.

What I felt must have been similar to that of a vintage wine collector who came home to find his rebellious teenage child drinking the wine that is of the same age of that teenager’s, and probably drunk to strike a purposeless winning tally in response to their earlier argument.

I fee-fi-fo-fum around the house looking for my target. She was taking her shower and I began my angry symphony from the other side of the door. And then, I fee-fi-fo-fum to my room to finish my panting. And then, I cried.

I don’t remember the last time I felt as much pain. And.. over bottles of vanilla extracts? Not even boy problems can get me this upset. Ever.

It all sounds a little (or much) extreme. But behind the story, I was in the middle of assembling a near-success raw red velvet cake that now tastes like aspartame-vanilla using a $0.40 per bottle costing of vanilla.. CRYSTALS (?!?!?) that lied around the house. Secondly, it’s not easy to commercially find quality extracts as the awareness and demand for such things are very low. And if I were to find one, I will feel so unjustified in making the purchase for its inflated price.

To close my rants, I am half embarrassed to admit that the company I now work for has in abundance, great vanilla extracts.



Still fascinated with.. raw eggs.

Old but Not Lethal: Why raw eggs in aged eggnog are safe

Best Eggnog Recipe

10 Raw Egg Cocktails: A meal and a drink in a glass

Eggnog Popcorn Balls Recipe

and just something cool I came across and thought I’d share:

How to Bottle: You can get the pop in the bottles, but make sure the bottles don’t pop

Satiation. Cracked.

Written during yet another traffic-sit, yesterday:

What I have been telling people: “No, that’s what you think—but really raw foods are so much satiating than cooked foods in filling you up. The natural sugars and fats contained in raw foods aren’t going to put you on a painful train of endless ‘Once you pop, you can’t stop’ food binge the way Oreos and Pringles would do to you. No. Unless you like to pick on food and unconsciously eat on auto pilot mode like I do—hungry or not—you will find that raw foods are satiating.”

I take a breath, and then.. “Although.. I must say, you do get hungry much more frequently and thus eating more frequently. It’s because raw foods digest so quickly they pass through your systems in no time.”

That was my guess. Might have been true. Might not. Point is.. I do feel that hunger pangs a lot, especially when my diet is fruit-plenty. I am satiated in one sense, but its length never lasted.

What happened today? Well, more last night. I facebook stalked those who kept their life digitally updated and there listed Anthony‘s delightful self-discovery of breaking through a long-lasting satiation. What he shared:

3 raw high quality eggs, 1/2 cup of grass fed cream
1 vanilla bean, pinch of sea salt
And honey to taste.
Blend in vitamix and sip away

It’s been 6 hours and i’m still totally satified.
I had a banana and an apple for breakfast two days ago and had hunger pangs all morning till lunch. Why’s that?

And to save rewording my response,  I commented:

wah! im going to give that a try. ive started working now and the fruits and vegs are not satisfying to go throughout the day with. even fat is not enough. i remember i watched a food myth busting documentary where they put 3 people to the test on length of satiation. tested foods: fat high, protein high, and carb high. protein won the longest satiation. go figure. im giving raw eggs a go in the morning.

So off I tried this morning with my own version of this eggnogish drink:

2 eggs
½ cup skimmed milk
dash of vanilla extract
dash of nutmeg
dash of cinnamon
1.5 teaspoons of palm sugar syrup (batch i made the night before)

blender whizzed all ingredients, poured into a drinking bottle and slow-drank it on my way to work. It was a yummy concoction. But I couldn’t help myself mentally gagging when the raw eggs are pictured. It’s ok though, I just need to get used to it. The same way I got over the repulsive ideas of eating chicken feet in Chinese dim sums, acquired the taste of natto (Japanese fermented soybeans, I used to call them rotten soybeans) and whale sperm sacks. Yeah. For real. Whale sperm. I lied about needing to learn its enjoyment though, I had no problem with the visuals at any point. I just wanted to include it here just because it’s one of those weird things worth sharing.

Verdict? I concurred the claim. No hunger pangs throughout the day. I survived the next 11 hours with a pomegranate, mini papaya, and a whole young coconut. Usually not. I probably could have gone on without them. But I know me, my mouth is a tasting junkie. It refuses to go long without being fed edible flavours and textures.

Oh, and I must add I did consume 2 mini Lindt chocolate squares, half a mini butter bun, half a banana (leftover from last night, yes I only ate half banana and refrigerated the rest), and a  teaspoon of yogurt before I headed out with my eggnog. Oh! And a tiny slice of opera cake at the office, baked by boss. It was good opera cake.

Tinion & minions of everything. Taste-greedy mouth.

Sure I don’t think I can handle raw eggs for every day of the week. Will experiment with spirulina/chlorella/banana smoothies in the morning for they are rich in core builds of protein, amino acids. And then.. maybe will give shots of raw eggs and spirulina a go. Scary.


Happy belated Christmas, new year, and hello again.

unleashing the designer in me once again

Another long MIA and here I am new year entered, new job taken, new hair styled, new ideas dreamt, new blogging ways—of less frequent posting unfortunately. My new job at a natural ingredient company is keeping me at bay 12 hours a day (commuting through traffic + work), 5 days a week. That leaves another 12—6 for sleeping, 1 to get up and get ready, 1 for pole dancing (trying to do this at around 5am before I go to work, let’s see how long the determination will last, shall we?), and the remaining 4 to do just everything else I have on the side and to prove a point to life—like.. taking a shower, squeezing out whiteheads and blackheads, and work on the continuation of my book and recipe developing. Crap. I still need to fit in a bit of yoga in there. Maybe 90 minutes every 2 days at night.

As of now, I’m writing this post in my car, stuck in the amidst of ridiculous traffic making my way home. But my new sexy-cool-blue Samsung netbook I bought pre-Christmas time as a gift to myself in Singapore is making the whole typing in traffic a nice experience and feeling important while at it. Oh.. My week in Singapore.. Speaking of which, I was arranged to meet with Matthew Kenney by the so kind Anthony Anderson who introduced us via the wonderful world of email. I cannot disclose much of Kenney’s activities because it’s none of my business to—but I can confirm, as witness, the truth to his entitlement being The World’s Most Worshipped Raw Food Chef. And a wonderful person all around. I’m hoping I’d drive some positive cashflow to my bank account sometime soon and send myself to his 105 degrees academy.

I’ve been driven to and picked up from work by the driver for the past couple of days (thus my ability to type this during a private-vehicled journey.) Though, I did attempt to self-drive myself on the first day of work, one-way successful and returned a disaster. It was the most terrifying 20 minutes of my entire liven life. I had tried to outsmart traffic by driving through alleyways, shortcutting. For the first few minutes, I was prepared to laugh at the stupid people who were willing to sit through traffic out in the main roads. A few more minutes into the maze, I made a left turn and find myself driving 100m straight into a wall. I had reached a dead end. Simple enough, I can just reverse out right? Wrong. I could not reverse the car out of the turn. It wasn’t happening. Nada. Nope. I was stuck. F. SH. F. SH.

I spent a good 10-minutes hopelessly reversing and forwarding. I was near to tears. Panicked. My blood felt like it had dropped temperature to abnormal coolness. It was getting dark. I wanted to call home and ask someone to send someone to get me, but I had no idea where I was. This place was not born with a name. Their existence were never officially registered. Even if this place had a name, outsiders wouldn’t know how to get here nor was I knowledgeable to give them directions.

I almost gave up to life (it was extremely dramatic), until a boy about my age came to my rescue. He must have been watching the buttocks of my car peeking in and out trying to reverse out. I rolled both of the front windows down and cooperated with the boy in getting me out of there. It took, god knows how long, of reversing and forwarding by the inch before my panic eventually eased out. I did leave a dent on the front bumper of the car during the process, but I couldnt care less. I honestly would have been happy to make deeper and many more dents out of desperation to get out. Minutes later, I did it. I made it. Phew. I gave the boy some money, which he refused at the beginning. But I insisted. Kind boy that one, I tell you.

Anyway. I’m now closer to home and will close this entry here. Will attempt to make buckwheat crackers when I get home. And.. palm sugar syrup.

Until next time.