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They Eat What We Eat

27 Sep

Children, from young, should be taught to eat what we eat. I am a big advocate for this. This works out well when the whole family travels or even just go out for meals. We have salads, they will have salads, we eat a burger, so do they, you get my drift?

No such thing as we eat a burger but the young ones have a specially brewed porridge in a hot flask. Maybe this is practiced when they are babies but not when they are older…

Both my girls enjoy food. While hubby and I are no major foodie connoisseurs, we do enjoy trying out new things every now and then. Both M1 and M2 takes pride in keeping pace with us.

I am proud to say when we did our “Great Adventure Road Trip to USA” last year, food was thoroughly enjoyed and no issues at all.

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Our very first In-N-Out Burgers!

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Saving the Best for Last

13 Sep

There’s something about the last bite or should I say the last morsel of delicious food. When the girls were younger, both of them just loved to pick their food apart and saved the so-called best for last. This practice was much more evident with Western food, especially pizza, than Asian or Chinese food.

It came to a point where it was very annoying for me as I felt table manners were neglected and eating sequence was not in order or by the rule. A pizza would be ripped apart with the pepperoni first, picked out from its place with the rest to sit aside like a prized possession for the last savoury bite. Then the sauce scraped off with the fingers and licked off, followed by the side crust given a chomp, and finally the pizza base nibbled upon. Why? Why do children do that? I never did that when I was young. If I had a slice of pizza in my hand, I’d eat it whole, as is, not ingredient by ingredient!

Whenever they did this, stacking their prized grub, the hubby would usually ask, “Are you full already?”

“Just about,” would be the standard answer from either one of them.

“I guess you don’t want those then if you’re just about full,” he would eye their pepperoni stack menacingly.

“Noooo” they’d defend their prized grub in between bites. “No you don’t want?” he’d try his luck.

“No, not full yet!” you could hear the alarm in the voice.

I guess his technique worked better than my annoyance because they stopped saving the best for last. Having said that, I should say that the practice has ceased temporarily until we do pizza night again, which is a rarity these days.

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The Good Host Continues

21 Aug

The good host role continues! Today hubby and I went to the mall after work to buy some gifts for M3 who will leave us tomorrow. It is only befitting to return her gesture with things that will remind her of her visit and short stay with us.

But the short time at the mall wasn’t a pleasant experience. I had foot cramps! Omg! How could this be? Me, a golfer and world traveler who could walk 8km in Paris recently but not even two thousand steps in the mall! Useless, I chastised myself.

Soon the purchases were completed and we fought our way through rush hour to bring all three ‘M’s out for dinner.

Tonight we will go for a steamboat dinner as last night, dinner was at home and the previous night, at a Nyonya restaurant. All in all I think M3 is experiencing equally interesting delicacies other than the more famous nasi lemak, roti canai, char kueh teow and banana leaf rice.

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Some Goodness in Friends

9 Aug

Thursday kicked off a long four day weekend and I had a lunch appointment with a girlfriend who came back from Singapore. The hubby decided to chauffeur me to the mall, along with M1 and M2 in tow, so that they could go have lunch at the mall too on their own while I have my catch-up girl-talk luncheon. The plan was to also go to the bookstore to buy some books so that M1 has something else to keep her occupied during the holidays other than the many seasons of ‘Friends’ that she has been watching. She’s at Season 6 now. As for M2, it is an excuse from her revision regiment.

Two hours went by quickly and all things accomplished, we came home. Then routine kicked in: M1 in front of the computer watching more ‘Friends’, M2 at the dining table back at her revision, the hubby doing forty winks and me, well, crushing candies.

That night, M1 proudly showcased her book purchases again. “Oh my God! You bought Pride and Pre-Juice?” M2 asked incredulously.

“Pre-Juice? Duh! it’s Pride and —‘Prej-uh-dis’—… Prejudice,” M1 pronouncing the word clearly for the giggling M2. Well, it is a big word for M2. There were other titles too that M1 acquired, A Tale of Two Cities and Peter Pan, to add to her collection of other classics.

I was in their room then and it made me curious why would M1, at her age, has chosen such classics to read for I did not read these until I was much older and in college. I remember we had to read and dissect ‘The Great Gatsby’ (which M1 has also read) with in-depth character analysis, storyline analysis and a whole bunch of other analysis in the Literature class. So boring!

Well, she revealed that in ‘Friends’, they talked about some of these classics and she wanted to read them. I guess being addicted to ‘Friends’ is not so bad after all! Looking at the bigger picture, it’s a good headstart to tackling Literature classes when she is college-bound. And way much better than her, occasionally mimicking Janice spouting out the trademark “Oh.. Mah… Gawd!” or breaking out the neigh “Chandler BING-G-G-G!!!” to no one in particular.

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A New Currency

26 Jul

With four hours to kill before our final connecting flight, I needed a drink. My brother bought me a Pepsi (they don’t have Coke) and received Chiclets chewing gum as change!

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Being Spiritual

21 Jul

Being spiritual means going down the drink’s list of Dewar’s Whisky, Bacardi Rum, Beefeater Gin and Absolut Vodka on board Air France to Paris!

I don’t think I am missing the girls, yet.

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Which Time Zone Do We Follow?

21 Jul

I don’t normally eat lunch at 3.30pm; it would be more like an early afternoon tea but we are being served food again on board at 3.15pm (KL time), 11.15am (Abu Dhabi time).

It’s hard to follow whose time zone to adhere to when the airlines are following their schedule but your body follows your own.

I feel like I have been eating too much and too frequent!!! Maybe it was the Bacardi coke, taken so early that is causing the confusion….

Nonetheless, hubby and I both opted for the chicken stroganoff with rice (over the other two choices) as we figured the Asian in us will miss rice for the next few days being in Paris.

Wondering what M1 and M2 are up to as I chow down on airline food.

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Chicken is Awesome!

12 Jul

M2 once declared that “Chicken is Awesome!” having eaten all her favorite chicken dishes for a whole week.

But soon after, there were some pork dishes and a new declaration, “Chicken is awesome but pork rocks!”

My girl rocks, I tell ya. Flattery to the chef!

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Cow’s Burp

11 Jul

A few years back when M2 discovered the joy of writing little notes and messages, she wrote a lot and scattered them here and there for me to discover. One day, I found a note listing down all my favorite things. Aww… How sweet.

Scanning the list, my heart swelled, “Golf, iPad, Travel, Wine…” she knows her mummy well. Then, “Cow’s Burp!”

Intrigued, I asked her what that was and she went, “Cow’s Burp? Oh, that is what you and daddy drink when you go out!”

“Ahh… You mean Carlsberg!” I said, totally tickled.

“Uh-huh, Cow’s Burp. Isn’t that how it is spelt?” she looked at me with eyebrows raised.

Err… not quite but close, Cow’s Burp, Carlsberg. Chortle!

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Why Call it Breast-Stroke?

4 Jul

Swimming terms can be quite sexist (and intimate) as far as twelve-year-olds are concerned. M2 and her friends are rather squeamish and embarrassed when announcing they are participating in several events for their upcoming Swimming Gala.

“Why is it called breast-stroke? The word ‘breast’ makes it so….. so, jiggly!” stated M2 over dinner and M1 did a funny body jiggle, which I shall not elaborate.

M2 said her good friend declared if they’re going to call it such, why not call it ‘boob-stroke’ instead, for a lesser intimate approach!

The hubby then illustrated that when one walks into KFC, they’d say, “Can I have breast meat, please?” because nobody—NOBODY—says, ‘boob meat’ to emphasize his point on the proper usage of the word in question. Imagination ran rampant at this point as uncontrollable giggles filled the living room. ROTL… let’s see someone try that!

Anyway, I wish these 12-year-olds good luck for this Friday’s swimming competition!

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