jerry's

favourite hideaway for lazy saturday afternoons.

give me hearty, heart-clogging american fry-ups, a frozen margarita and i'm cat-content.

probably my favourite time of the week because there are

1. fresh memories of friday night fun

2 i most likely slept in

3. there is delicious anticipation about the rest of the weekend

4. saturday dinner is always family

:)

winter morning

the sun's streaming through the clouds, there's a blanket of white, the fresh powder's being blown off the roof in sheets, there are red berries on the wet, black, broughs.

woke up to run through the rebuttal but i rather watch the clouds move across the sky.

all group meetings

should be like this one - pot after pot of coffee and tea, bowl after bowl of christmas cookies and chocolate-covered digestives, deep meaningful conversation and glogg. (macbook tutorial optional)

we were, very obviously, imbibed with christmas spirit(s) and at our unproductive best. needless to say, it was a blast and i wish we'd more time together.

moot court tomorrow, final on thursday and then it's home free!

calls home

are always side-splittingly funny.

dad, "I WANT TO CREATE LABRADOODLES*!"

mum, "where did your breasts go???"

they are evidently on extremely different wavelengths. and apparently what my momma gave me is the first casualty of my culinary and gastronomical sloth.

here's to going home an emaciated waif!

*labrador-poodle mixes

this' presley our lady lab

daddy might want his labradoodles but he's gotta find her a new boyfriend first!

till then, presley's main man male is tuxedo.

ravenous

my appetite has spontaneously un-suppressed itself and is back with a vengeance. i blame the cold.

so far today, i've eaten 400g of pork with honey and garlic sauce (thank you, lee kum kee), enough potatoes to fill a batallion of hungry marines, 200g of chocolate covered digestives, 250g of egg noodles with sauteed aubergines, sesame oil and caviar (yeah i know, so weird!), an orange, an apple, a big bag of nonsense japanese chips and some cheese. oh! and washed it all down with 1litre of pear cider. oops. also, i know the weight of the food i ate because that's what it said on the packets.

my overdose of meat always begins the same way. i cook enough for four people, intending to keep the remainder for the next two meals. then my gluttony gets the better of me, as does my sloth, and i end up too lazy to keep the rest and polish the lot, promising myself that i won't eat anything else for the next two days.

in an attempt to stave off hunger tomorrow, i also made pork stock with the few pork bones i had and am using it to boil porridge for breakfast. with dried scallops. it's all sitting happy in my mini crock and when i wake up tomorrow i should have some seriously soft diet food.

eggs

i realise i've not had egg since coming to stockholm. it's been exactly 3 weeks since i landed and i've yet to eat egg. part of me is intimidated by their limited shelf-life and i'm wary of feeling pressured to eat in and finish my fresh produce before it goes bad. i'm still ploughing through my first sack of onions, whatever possessed me to buy 2kg of onion that time has long been exorcised but i'm stuck with too many onions and too few ideas. i miss my dutch oven. if i'd my dutch oven, i'd have made some french onion soup by now but my lack of semi-decent crockery over here has been institutionalised as an eternal excuse to justify my culinary sloth. that said, i've been having onions with everything: stir fried pork - also purchased in bulk, soup, porridge, and i was so desperate i even almost had it with my muesli in the morning. basically, i'm about to hit my onion limit but the bag is magical and the supply unending.

if i'd eggs, i could make an onion omelette. if i'd cheese, i could make an onion omelette with cheese. if i'd tomatoes, i'd make a spanish omelette. and my onions can aspire to greater things other than being the token fibre complementing my microwaved dinner (babies, don't you dare tell the parentals that i'm using the microwave.) but for the nonce, they remain onions condemned to gastronomic mediocrity in a bag with a few sprouting potatoes masquerading as onions. i need to do something about my potatoes, too. see what i mean by being pressured to cook and engage in fruitful activity other than sleep?

to assuage my guilty conscience, i think i'm going to hunt down sirap and its legendary pancakes tomorrow. even though i spent a week at a hotel just a stone's throw from sirap, i didn't manage to haul my lazy behind there before and there's no better time than tomorrow morning because unlike my conscientious friends who signed up for swedish, i'm absolutely free.

while we're talking about god...

12:18 AM me: hey

i need to wash up

just made instant miso soup haha

it's quite nonsense

Mag: haha gogo!

me: that's the extent of my domestication

sorry!

Mag: pls cook healthier stuff though!

me: yesss. it's been microwaved dinners and pasta so far

Mag: haha

no good!!

me: quite pathetic

12:19 AM Mag: i'll pray for ur dietary needs

supernatural cooking skills

i think u need that babe

or at least, supernatural discipline

me: yes

and eradication of my equally supernatural sloth

day 2

crashed embarrassingly early last night and sprung up after 12h of sleep this morning. waiting for breakfast to start then i'm off to explore the old town.

stocks is freezing cold at night and in the early morning, by the way. but maybe that's to be expeceted. apparently the sun set really late too, but i wouldn't know, would i :)

edit: turns out after breakfast i went straight back to bed and only just wke (it's noon!) maybe my jetlag is a special kind where i sleep at the right time but it affects the duration of my sleep instead haha. anything to justify my inherent sloth! well it's noon but not really because the sun still isn't at its hottest. think that happens around 4pm. odd isn't it? this whole different latitude thing takes some getting used to. but it's great because i can wake up in the afternoon and still have the whole 'day' ahead of me. i could get used to this long-term! very conducive to my natural sleep cycles. anyway i'm finally headed to old town, for real this time. great drive and determination! it is a good 4km walk away but i am too cheap to take the metro.

post-edit: 3h later i'm still in the hotel! was on the sun deck reading up before heading to gamla stan and was waylaid by three attractive dutch boys. so we ended up having a cookie party on the deck and talking about god, politics and taxes, the three topics that unite everybody. turns out that they're actually half decent, one of them even spent 6 years in the congo as a child with his missionary parents. and i didn't know that tax in holland was 60% for the highest income bracket! madness (to my singaporean mind)! even considering the welfare benefits the dutch get, i am so glad that i come from a country with low tax rates. not that i'm paying taxes yet, but still. oh and i accidentally disobeyed my father by 'talking to strangers'. oops. and after that it started raining and i've no brolly so i'm being a pansy and staying indoors. am upset that my gamla stan plans are being repeatedly thwarted!