february fares - i love you

a few mouthfuls

my protest of “no time already” definitely fell on deaf ears as i was ready to fly out of the door. my granny says it's just a few mouthfuls. ah... the waft from the kitchen.. my resolute dissipated as I saw the stuff. surely the earthly race against time can stall for heavenly moments.

i took the plate from my granny and put a few strands into my mouth. they slid down, effortlessly. smooth and savoury. the sweet juice of the pork bits glossed my lips which i licked away with relish. the smile in my granny’s heart : the other heavenly moment.

what are you waiting for?

WAITING to be glued. x-ray showed no glass shards embedded in my palm. stitch? the nurse asked. no way. i said. i took some pix to while the time away. thought i could escape the jab though.

it was excruciating.

never thought i’d ever be at A&E. as i waited, a guy limped past me. i wonder what caused his limp. a middle-aged woman with her mom in wheelchair beside her, patiently waiting for their turn. a young man, who had obviously gotten into an accident, was wheeled out. with toothless grins, he chatted with a friend beside him. an old man, with his head bandaged, was on one of those 'wheel-able beds'. why was there no one with him? a young lady at the registration counter,

handcuffed and with two policemen by her side.

why is waiting so poignant in such a space? is it because the shuttle between life and death is more keenly felt within the confines?

in the same space, one can be waiting to live or to die.

prawn lovers

i have reason to believe that every grandma loves to cook. especially when her children appreciates it. last night, my brother came home. she whipped up a storm – kangkong, pomfret, meat balls, soup dish... food offering is a language of love. that’s how it runs in my family. today, look what I have for lunch. ‘lovey dovey’ prawn noodles.

very nice to eat

she put it on my table and walking away,

she said “very nice to eat.”

an understatement no less, by the looks and taste of it.

by the sink, washing my favourite bowl and chopsticks,

and within my granny's earshot, i said “very nice to eat.”

yong tau foo

yong tau foo ( also spelled yong tao foo, yong tau fu, or yong tau hu ) is a chinese soup dish with hakka origins commonly found in singapore and malaysia. my granny is born teochew but she speaks fluent cantonese and hokkien. as for me, dialect became a thing of the past when my grandfather passed on. now? my granny and i converse in mandarin. ok, i guess food is food, whatever the origins :P

simply succulent

yums! need i say more...?