Chocolate goodness


I love drinking hot cocoa, especially during rainy days where the skies are gloomy and the winds are biting.

It’s nice to hide out at a quaint, cozy cafe and enjoy the warmth from holding the cup of delicious frothy chocolate goodness. What’s even better is you get some fluffy marshmallows to dip into the drink and the yumminess that melts in your mouth after? Heaven.

And as you settle back in the comfortable couch, and as the hot drink warms you up, you look around you and you think to yourself: “This is life and it is awesome.”

And you turn around because someone is telling you something funny and you start laughing and you can’t stop. When you finally catch your breath, you give a witty reply back and the person laughs in return. You feel even more awesome and the smile on your face feels like it’s here to stay for a long, long time.


Lamb chops


Bet you couldn’t resist saying “play along” after the headline and now you’ve got an ear-worm in your head as the song keeps playing over and over and over again.

But just look at the heavenly ambrosia-like plate of nice juicy lamb cutlets and hot crispy potato wedges with a side of crunchy salad in the picture above. Even the brown gravy to complement the lamb was delicious down to the last drop.

Tell me you can resist that and I will show you a human who has yet tasted the best lamb cutlets ever.

I had it for supper on Saturday for the second time in my life and I can’t stop thinking about it until now. To think I only ate it for the first time a few weeks ago. My life was nothing before I met this dish. Nothing, I tell you.

Seriously. Everything about this dish is just so awesome. Look at it. If you were not a meat lover before, you ought to be now.

The meat is tender, with the right amount of juicy fats lacing the sides of the bone. You dip a piece of the meat into the succulent brown gravy. There is a slight tinge of smoky crispiness as you chew into it, letting the gravy swirl around.

I just made myself hungry.


The picnic that never was

So, my random surprise.

I have to say it is not working out so far. I planned for a secret picnic lunch today and I have all the ingredients there waiting to be made into something special. The weather was lovely this morning. There were clear blue skies and a slight hint of breeze. I had a trial tasting session with the food first, just to be on the safe side. The food was OK and I was happy with the results. So I waited.

It’s evening now. I will probably pack the picnic food for breakfast/lunch tomorrow. Maybe my hints were too weak. Perhaps I should have said something more but I didn’t want to push any further.

I should be getting ready for dinner now. The restaurant options these days are overwhelming. You start on one dining review and it will lead to you to another review and another because you will always think, “Is this really the best restaurant? Could there be a better one with better service, better ambience and better food? Could anonymous reviewers really know their stuff?”

The answer is maybe if there are more than 100 reviews for a restaurant. Why 100? According to the scientist whose name I can’t remember, the margin of error decreases as the sampling group becomes larger. So if a restaurant gets 1,000 good reviews, it should be good, going by the majority’s consensus.

Except I don’t feel comfortable trusting these anonymous reviewers who must think their opinions are valuable to me. But let’s see. Maybe one of them might just get it right.

Anyway, I found this draft written on 18 September after another incident. The details are a little fuzzy now and I no longer feel as much as I did nine days ago because it seemed like a small matter after my fifth tequila shot. That’s right, baby. I went from “Oh, I’m gutted.” to “Fuck it, let’s drink.”

I am now truly convinced that alcohol is the perfect anaesthesia to numb and silence the annoying thoughts that usually screw your mind. I have yet to find another better formula. But you can try.

Then I ended up staggering home after I threw up all over the hotel bar’s immaculately clean washroom. The toilet looked like a monster exploded all over it and I hope they never find the culprit.

Before that, I was giggling non-stop in a low monotone which kinda freaked everyone out. Evidently, I had to stop giggling after the bartender kept serving me shots. He said to me, “You need to get drunk. Otherwise there is no point to drinking.”

At that point, my head was pounding and I vaguely remember vomiting all over the grass field near my place one hour later. Lucky grass. Getting a great nutritious meal of deep fried snacks and vodka in the middle of the night.

If you’re in a relationship and you still feel alone, then maybe you shouldn’t let them waste any more of your time.

I read that off a Facebook status few days ago and thought, “Omg, that is quite true.”

It was like having cold water splashed across my face. While I don’t expect someone to be there for me all the time, I would prefer not to be an option.

I want to be someone’s priority, instead of a backup where plans involving me could be cancelled to suit your new schedule.

Or at least let me feel that you’re considerate towards me. Give me ample notice. A simple “Hey, I might need to meet some people for dinner because they will die the next day and it’s important to let them see me before they go. Is it ok if we meet after that?”

Or “I need to have dinner with some friends but I won’t take long because I want to see you after that, not because I need to go home to my dog. Maybe we can do something together, if you’re ok spending time with my dog too.”

I’m pretty sure a nice explanation before rescheduling is only polite even if it’s between friends. Obviously, you could say I’m demanding blah blah blah. Piss off because this is about me.

Anyway I’m pleased to share that I no longer feel as much as I would have three weeks ago. This is the new me. Outrageously understanding and calm, I have learned this the hard way. There is no point in wanting to spend as much time as possible with someone if they don’t feel the same way.

Before: I want to spend all my time with you so fucking bad because I think of you all the time and you are important to me.

Now: Well, I like you still but maybe there is no longer a need to think of you all the time or even see you often even though we already hardly do.

You’re better off taking everything with a pinch of salt. Even the “I miss you” texts. Because action speaks louder than words and reality is such that you have to live life with yourself first. No one else should come close.

I have 11 more days to get through to October and I can’t bloody wait.


Scrambled eggs


It’s not an euphemism for anything. Really. If it’s indeed an euphemism for something, I wouldn’t be the first one to know. Because I ain’t cool like that. So I woke up this morning midday and I thought it would be a good idea to cook me some breakfast. I know right? What was I thinking? Of course, it turned out to be slightly more eventful than what you or I would have expected.

With a flashing energy-saving lightbulb over my head, (it’s a metaphor for “brilliant idea”, obviously), I turned on my notebook, made myself a hot cup of green tea and Googled “scrambled egg”. And boy oh boy, there were 1,680,000 websites eager to tell me what the best scrambled eggs look like, how to make them perfect. There’s even a Wikipedia page if you’re interested in the origins of scrambled eggs. And yes, I clicked on it. Always good to know the history of what you’re about to consume, innit.

According to this perfect scrambled eggs recipe by

This recipe serves 2 hungry people.

6 large eggs
6 teaspoons (1 teaspoon for each egg) low-fat milk
3 dashes of salt (1 dash for every two eggs)
1 Tablespoon butter for frying

That was when I stopped reading and head into the kitchen. I mean, how hard can cooking scrambled eggs be, right? IF I can dress and clean myself, and I have a driver’s license and I can drink (but not driving at the same time obviously) and smoke, and I have a day job, I can handle something as simple as eggs. Naturally, cooking just got a bit more interesting.

The Imaginarator’s personal scrambled eggs recipe:

Halved the number of eggs to three – check. Six tablespoons of low-fat milk – check. Substitute butter for copious amounts of olive oil – check. Three teaspoons of salt – check. Whisk them for a while until you see air bubbles – check. Heat frying pan – check. Pour mixture in – check. Add two slices of edam cheese for extra deliciousness – check. Semi-stir them – check. Turn off heat when you see eggs charring – check.

You do see where I have gone wrong, don’t you?


Chicken wing tips

I had plenty of meals with chicken wings recently that it was almost impossible to not think of you whenever I was left with the chicken wing tip. It’s your favourite part of the chicken. I remember leaving you the tips whenever we have fried chicken. Because that’s how I show my love even if I hardly say it.

Now the chicken wing tips are everywhere, no doubt waiting for me to devour them with no mercy. Yet, I find myself unable to do so. Instead, I would leave them aside. I want the days when we would sit side by side again eating fried chicken, me devouring the wings and you taking care of their tips.

You micro-blogged yesterday night that you were inspired by a conversation with a very contented 60-year old and that’s what you want your life to be when you’re his age. I want you to be content too.

The universe will know when I am ready, and when I am, all these good things like true love, friendship, abundance of wealth will happen, unexpectedly. Hey Universe, I’m ready. Give me a definite sign, let me know if there is anything I can do to, you know, help move things along.

Thank you.


Tip on breakfast

If you eat a blueberry bagel with loads of cream cheese in the morning, you’re still going to end up with Blueberry Breath which, according to friends, is not a bad thing to have. At least until 10am. Much nicer than Coffee Breath, which frankly is quite unpleasant, especially if you receive a full blast of it into your nose at close proximity.


Things I like more than I realise No2: Peaches

Juicy, tender and full of natural sweetness, I am talking about the fruit, not the raunchy singer whom I do sometimes enjoy when I am feeling the naughties. Right, back to the best edible gift Mother Nature has given us. The minute I bit into the chilled fruit, I felt like I was transported to a fluffly breezy world where I was drinking a nice long iced drink made out of 100% peaches.

So good, you have to eat it again

So good, you have to eat it again

Photo credits: Wikipedia