Yesterday I found myself in a hot, stuffy, spicy Muay Thai gym again. D-man and I were there to watch our hero fight. He is the Thai equivalent of Peter Pan.
The bonus; I was flanked by my some of my favouritest, funniest, funkiest gym mates, including the coolest girl power you can find on this planet.
I like hanging out with them. Stops me from feeling that I am getting a testosterone overdose and growing a beard.
I like him too. Though his leanness often makes me want to stop eating. Forever.
And of course the entire “watch a fight” reason to go to Golden Mile was part of a greater plan.
How much does supermarket pasta sauces cost these days? I have no idea because I haven’t bought any in years. It is so easy to make delicious, mind blowing tomato pasta sauce that doesn’t cost the moon and the stars. I use fresh basil in this spaghetti sauce because D-man is a basil junkie and cannot ever get enough of it. We often have this sauce with spinach pasta and wild mushrooms (pictured below), but the possibilities are endlesssssssss….
When I was schooling, we had deportment courses for all the boys and girls. They were suppose to be grooming classes that teaches us how to behave and put our best foot forward in this big, crazy world. Girls were learning how to delicately sip tea without sounding like an industrial vacuum cleaner and boys were trained to use their developing muscles for useful tasks like opening doors and pulling out chairs.
Apparently they forgot to include an important syllabus. One that would have made the big boys wept with eternal gratefulness for not skipping school that day.
D-man loves Thai food. He loves Thai food so much that he had always dreamt of marrying a Thai girl. Until he met me. Or so I’ll like to think. To stem out competition, I make him his favourite fried noodles, Padthai. When he has been a good boy and behaves.
The D-man and I went on our usual Friday night date and ended up at a fantabulously authentic Japanese restaurant, Akanoya Robatayaki. Actually, that is an understatement. Being in that restaurant was like being transported by one of Michael J. Fox’s time machine into the cool, amazing Japan.
We went away for a short holiday-cum-family gathering trip at The Headquarters, Kuala Lumpur. It was a short, but fun and memorable affair, laced with more drama than a Korean soap opera. Anyone whom had the experience of a family gathering involving 4 families, amounting to 18 adults, 2 kids and 1 dog can tell you the joy and pain that’s bundled with the travel package.
D-man bought it for our pleasure. Its long, thick, tough, leathery, red and dark. Very good for stress relieve and satisfaction almost always guaranteed.
It’s also one of my friends’ and colleagues’ favourite. On top of being really easy to prepare, it’s so deliciously healthy (let’s forget about the word “cake” and concentrate on the “banana”). The cast members are:
2 cups plain flour
1 tsp baking soda
pinch of sea salt
3/4 cups brown sugar (brown sugar feels more healthy don’t ya think? no? ok nevermind)
125gm butter (I use salted in this recipe but I think it doesn’t matter. But don’t sue me)
2 cups (or 4 Delmonte sized) over-riped bananas, mashed (healthy!)
2 large eggs or 3 small ones, lightly beaten (my eggs are big and weigh about 68 grams each)
a drop or 2 of vanilla essence is optional (only if it makes your apron fly up)
Does the part about my eggs sound wrong or is it just me?
It was Valentine’s. There were candles in the bath and bedroom. Soft ambient music flooded the dark room. I gave D-man his present, wrapped in elegant white & gold tissue…
