Author: Kimberly Low

Korean food craving.

Everybody has phases when it comes to food, myself included. For the past few weeks I have been craving for Korean food.

I just love that wholesome, spicy, sour tastes. Very titillating to palate.

Naturally it got me interested in actually whipping up a few Korean dishes. And so I did….

# – Bibimbap.
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My bibimbap has seasoned bean sprouts, seasoned shitake, seasoned cucumber, seasoned spinach and beef bulgogi. All topped off with a sunny side up.

To eat, mix everything up with a spoonful of Korean pepper paste or gochujang.

Learnt a new trick while researching for recipes, to marinade beef with kiwi fruit and a splash of diet coke….my cheap cut of beef was nice and tender after only an hour marinating!

Hubs was very pleased :)

My next goal is to make dol sot bibimbap, but first I need to buy those cute Korean claypots.

For our next dinner I still wanted to eat Korean food so I made it happened.

# – Homemade Korean dishes.
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I made scallion pancake with dipping sauce, kimchi jigae with streaky bacon instead of pork belly, seasoned tofu, seasoned shitake (which I sautéed with some bacon bits for good measure lol) and seasoned cucumbers again (love this). Pretty pleased with myself.

As usual I cooked too much food for two T-T Really need to learn to control portioning or have children.

I think I have enough of Korean food for now.

Old lady, dragon lady and Downton Abbey

Had a senior moment this morning at the office.

Was having a pee. Then decided to use the bidet. Turned it on and….

Water shot straight out of the hose, hit the ceiling and rained back down on me.

FML.

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I think I am too blunt for my own good. Over the years I have learnt to be quiet  but now and then I would still blurt out something incredibly offensive in a conversation.

The topic of conversation was Asian cultures and I got a bit carried away.
I shared that I told my husband, that as a chinese woman, I like to be working while knowing I have the choice to quit.

Man, I regretted as soon as I said it. The table was quiet and guess who’s the new Dragon Lady in town?

Anyway, it was a joke!

Ok, maybe half a joke.

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We have started Downton Abbey. I delayed watching it for so long because after watching two episodes of The Tudors some time ago, I had developed a disdain for period dramas (Boardwalk Empire excluded).

Anyway, Downton Abbey is crack. I can’t get enough of it. In fact I am typing so fast now because am dying to get back to watching episode 2 of Season 3.

To think that in the beginning, I kept disrupting Gareth mid-watching to ask him why were they pronuncing “Down town” as “Down tern” in the show. Hur hur hur.

Bitchy = stupid.

What to blog?

Sometimes I do miss the early days of my blogging. I could share, gloat and rant with youthful abandonment.

It’s not the same anymore. I find it so hard to put my thoughts into writing, afraid of polluting the universe with negative energy. Yes, I sound exactly just that – a kumbaya singing weirdo.

But I do mean every word, I mean it when I say I am trying not to poison my environment with negativity. I believe it and I feel much peaceful and calm eversince I accepted the fact that whatever that I say or write, they linger on for a long, long time.

I do try to be a better, accepting person. I try everyday. In fact I try in my every waking moment. Some days I take to it like duck to water, some days I struggle. I struggle bad.

And sometimes, especially when I haven’t had enough sleep or have had an especially long & hard day, I’d let it take me. The bitchiness, the snarky remarks, the viciousness inside me.

And when the sweet fruit of retribution is there, just lying there?

I long to pick it up and eat the fuck out of it. I will chomp and chomp and chomp, licking the sweet nasty juice off the corner of my lips, and chomp again, spitting the seeds out like they don’t matter. And I would do it all with a smile.

But mostly these days, I close my eyes and I breathe. I count one to ten. I think about how disappointed I would be with myself for succumbing to being a bitch. I don’t like being a bitch….been there, done that, got the t-shirt.

And for what?

For that smidgen of satisfaction from upsetting someone I dislike. Someone I don’t really even know? Why am I upset with someone I don’t even really know?

Yeah, bitchiness is starting to sound a lot like stupidity.