Salt crust chicken - a success!

Baked in a salty dough. No holes.
The result is a chicken so moist and tender.

over-posting...

Does turn out better through the mirror doesn't it?
Probably should have cleaned my mirror first

Sparkling

Getting into my "French women don't get fat" book again. I had just been reading it like a novel haha
After all, it's not a diet, but a lifestyle change, which was not easy until I've moved out of home and have more control over meals :D

As a result, I've begun my recasting and this was today's lunch to compensate for the fatty Chinese restaurant food we had last night.

ted

and the New ML-L3 remote.
and my new fleur romper/onesie!

Le petit creme ou La petite crème?

Lemon sugar crêpes! I thought it was my own creation (and it was!) but it's actually quite common :(.



I think that lady behind us was actually posing!


Le petit creme in Darlinghurst
How French the café actually is... I can't say (they left out the accent on Crêpes, their chefs were actually Viet and I'm pretty sure "crème" is a feminine word which means "Petite" is wrong also and should have been "la". - guess that semester of French paid off XD)
But apparently they have they best eggs benedict. Unfortunately, I did not have the privilege to try it as it was only available on the weekends!
My crêpes were good though :D

Posting alot due to exam stress!

Not that I'm doing much studying to resolve some stress...

Anyway, when I was younger, like 15-20ish, I had a weird craving for eating/chewing sand...
I'd wash about half a teaspoon and then chew on it for abit and then depending on how I felt that day, I'd either swallow it or rinse it out.
I never really told anyone because well... eating sand isn't exactly a normal thing.
Plus it stopped anyway. After the doctor prescribed me some iron tablets for anaemia, I never craved it anymore. Of course it wasn't instant, so I was never sure.
It only occured to me now to google my weird cravings and it's called "pica".

Pica, which is a term for eating substance slike sand/dirt/clay, can be a sign of this, most often iron.

:D so there, I'm not a weirdo after all.

Terrigal part 2

Good times :D

comfort food

Haven't been sleeping well. Probably due to the 6am start and 1am sleeping schedule. Anyway, last night, at our favourite Ramen joint down the block (Ryotei Ramen in Crows nest), I downed two umeboshi onigiris, almost swallowed whole. Haven't been eating much rice either and forgot how wonderful it was :D
Point is, I got home at 8pm and fell asleep straight away. Woke up about 30 mins ago, all recharged!

I guess rice is my type of comfort food.

more yoghurt

Vanilla bean and raspberry yoghurt
(with pomegranate seeds)

These fancy schmancy yoghurts from the fruit market are so yummy :D

Terrigal part 1

The apartment was so nice! Just a massive stretch of ocean before the balcony. There was also a lovely little pool. It was such a shame that the weather turned gray when we got there. Was sweltering just the day before! D:
In the end we decided to just eat and relax. ♥

Home again~

Cranberry & Pistachio yoghurt! Deserves 3 m's for Mmm :D
Just went up to Terrigal for 2 nights. Saving that post when the photos are sorted.

Serious post today... D:

ok but first, I got a new lens! 50mm Nikkor f1.8
I love it. Great for portraits and cuisine :)

So on with the rant :(
I had to move back with mum for a month because my dad's gone to Shanghai and she doesn't want to live in the house by herself. I love my mum, she's really caring and considerate but... sometimes a little too much so.
And it's taking a toll on me! e.g. Everytime she asks me if I want to eat something. If I say "no", she wouldn't just stop there, she'll keep at it. As if it's a task that must be done like cleaning my room or doing the laundry. And when I AM cleaning and doing the laundry, she'll just keep telling me how to do things "properly" (which just means to do it her way)
Even when I'm driving! She doesn't even drive!!! It's as if she feels, without her constantly telling me what to do, I will just drop dead from helplessness.
I feel like a teenager! No wonder I never really felt my age until I moved out of the house.

I promised Ed there would be no bickering since he agreed to come stay and keep me sane keep me company. But it's proving to be difficult. I mean I hate to bicker and argue with her all the time anyway. It just makes me feel like an arsehole but argh D: