And Every Moment Is Precious – UK/Spain 2009

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Precious moments.

Basking in the warmth of the fading summer sun in Winchester.

Walking in the rain in London, puddles of water splashing with every heavy footstep.

Inhaling the scent of wet grass and sheep droppings in Avebury.

Marvelling at the 90,000+ mobilephone wave at a Coldplay concert in Wembley as Viva La Vida thunders on.

Going 65 metres up into the towers of the Sagrada Familia to experience a most breathtaking sight that can only be inspired by a greater being.

Standing in awe at its base, and wondering about my puny yet significant existence in this universe.

Getting drenched by angry waves, and laughing at how much I look like a drowning duck.

Meeting Carlos, a film director from Mexico, again and again and again in San Sebastian because the city is only that big.

Being ecstatic with the knowledge that Robert Duvall is sitting just 10 feet away from us while we’re watching his movie, Get Low at the San Sebastian International Film Festival.

Being mistaken for a movie actor (budget movie only).

With eyes closed, listening to the melodious strumming of flamenco music at Park Güell and letting the music envelope my entire being.

Drinking cider in Reading with my brother and realising that despite the different lives we lead, we are essentially the same.

Cheering Liverpool on at the Kop end of Anfield.

Eating Dulce de leche gelato and walking hand in hand, our fingers intertwined, secure in the knowledge that we have each other.

Limping several kilometres along the beach to view The Wind Comb by Eduardo Chillida.

Taking in the colours and smells of the morning markets.

Giggling and making faces at each other at a 3-star Michelin restaurant, oblivious to our surroundings.

Making new friends – Mireia, Elena, Jose Ramon, Carlos, and many more.

Sitting by the beach at night, in silence, and thanking God for every precious moment that He has so graciously given to us.

Getting totally lost in Spain and enjoying our journey of discovery, of life, and of each other.

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For past writeups on food in Spain, check these out:

Mugaritz

On the Pintxos Trail

Note: All pictures, with the exception of the Coldplay album, are mine.

Momiji’s Amazing Australian Adventure (Part 2 of 2)

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“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they’re called memories. Some take us forward, they’re called dreams.”

-Jeremy Irons-

Part 1 of Momiji’s Amazing Australian Adventure was published on this blog on January 30, 2009.  My husband, who knows me best, is reluctantly aware of my “Last In, First Out” policy when it comes to blogging, and I suppose this explains why Part 2 is only appearing eleven months after the first blog post, and exactly a year after our visit to Australia.

As much as my memory fails me in my old(er) age, I’m thankful for the bits that remain.  Recently, thanks to Facebook, I was reunited with a handful of old classmates from 20 years back, and amazingly, I was still able to remember many of the names.   Like word association, one name brought about another, and before I knew it, I was spewing out names faster than a person speaking in tongues.

Yes, I’d like to think that I am able to retain the good stuff.   Which brings me to the continuation of Momiji’s Amazing Australian Adventure…..

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On their road trip from Gold Coast to Sydney, after enjoying a delicious breakfast of eggs benedict at Byron Bay, Silly Billy’s tummy began to rumble.  “I’m hungry,” she whimpered.  And then she saw a glittering sight, like jewels in a background of emerald green.   “It must be a mirage,” she thought, “my hunger’s gone to my big resin head.”   But it wasn’t an illusion, as she approached the shimmering ocean at Coff’s Harbour, glistening like a blanket of tiny little diamonds.

“Wake up!” she kicked Twinkle in her belly.  Twinkle grunted, “I’ll have a bacon sandwich, hold the lettuce.”   “You’re dreaming, Twinkle,” said a disgusted Silly Billy.   Silly Billy continued driving until she saw a club full of energetic little old people playing lawn bowling.  Silly Billy squealed and came to a halt.   She loved energetic little old people, but Twinkle pulled her aside and reminded her of her priorities.  “Food first,” Twinkle said, “then lawn bowl with energetic little old people.”

Cafe Aqua, located at 57 Ocean Parade, directly across the club, seemed to be a nice welcoming place for a quick bite.  It also meant that Silly Billy could spy on her new friends while enjoying her delicious scallop and bacon salad with asparagus, roasted capsicum and butternut with a saffron dressing that immediately quelled her hunger pangs.   It almost felt like the scallops came from the sea beyond, and the bacon came from a pig in the backyard.  Twinkle skipped mains and went straight to desserts.   Twinkled swam into her glass of chocolate milk shake and licked the chocolate off her body.  “I’m revived,” she declared, “let’s move on and play with the energetic little old people!”   And so they did.

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They reached Sydney in one piece and without any traffic summons.   On New Year’s Eve, Twinkle and Silly Billy decided to celebrate it at Ripples at Milsons Point, an amazing outdoor location near the Olympic Pool at the shadow of the Sydney Harbour Bridge that would be imprinted on their minds forever.   Serving excellent fusion food, they were gasping sighs of happiness as they wolfed down their oysters with a zesty Japanese rice wine dressing, pan seared ocean trout with coriander rice and chilli jam and…and….(momijis are known to have terrible memory thanks to their pea-sized brains)…chocolate cake with….*gasp*…fairy floss!   “Fairies died for me,” thought Silly Billy, that silly little thing.

They were a little inebriated thanks to the two bottles of wine which they had with their meals, and after their meal, they stumbled their way to the wharf, making funny faces at Luna Park along the way, to get on a ferry to the Taronga Zoo.

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On the ferry ride to Taronga Zoo, they noticed throngs of humans gathering along the Sydney Opera House and the coastline beyond, awaiting the New Year’s Eve fireworks display later that night.   Silly Billy was filled with trepidation as she anticipated being stampeded on, just like her harrowing experience twenty years earlier in Stadium Merdeka where FRU officers literally fished her out from a crowd of enthusiastic Selangor football supporters.   Twinkle held her hand and said, “I’ll protect you, Silly Billy.”  Silly Billy felt safe when she was with Twinkle.   As the ferry docked at the wharf at Taronga, they skipped, hand in hand, all the way up to Bradley’s Head at the Sydney Harbour National Park, a lovely site in a natural bushland setting.   There, they met other momijis and humans, all equally friendly with each other, as they partook of a refreshing Thai salad made by Twinkle’s aunt while waiting for the sun to set.   Families played on the grass, a plane whirred by, skywriting beautiful words in the clear blue sky…a general feeling of warmth pervaded and the momijis smiled at each other.   As the fireworks display began, the humans and momijis clapped and cheered, and a tear trickled down Silly Billy’s face.

“Happy New Year, Twinkle.”

“Happy New Year, Silly Billy.”

It has been a good year.

An amazing year.

A wonderful year.

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Other pictures from Momiji’s Amazing Australian Adventure below:

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Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park, 25km north of Sydney, set on the southern branch of the Hawkesbury River, the park is well known for aboriginal rock engravings

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Delicious, tender, pork ribs at Hurricane’s Grill and Bar at Darling Harbour

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Champagne breakfast with the family in warm balmy weather

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Wah Kee Prawn Noodles, Singapore

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If Singapore ever appoints a Food Ambassador, Dr Leslie Tay of ieatishootipost is a good candidate.   From the moment I met him, I wanted to fall on my feet and call him Your Highness, because he is the kind of man who commands such respect.   When we first met at the Nuffnang Asia-Pacific Blog Awards in Singapore last month, he told me, “I’m going to a Prawn Noodles stall tomorrow afternoon.  They serve the best Prawn Noodles in Singapore.  The broth is like…is like….*smacking lips*…lobster bisque! *wide grin* Would you like to join me and my wife?”   Music to my ears.   Of course, I said the only politically correct thing a Malaysian would say to a Singaporean lor.  “Sounds good, but I’ll have to think about it. I’ll call you.”  (Must tarik harga a bit)  Deep down, I was making plans to cancel ALL Nuffnang organised activities to make it to this highly tempting lunch.   I have no shame.

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I had already taken a great liking to Dr Tay and his lovely wife.   When we met the next afternoon, he even pulled out his trump card.   Two beautiful, well-behaved children. *melt* At this point, I was prepared to offer myself as their Godmother.  Again, I have no shame.

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True enough, Dr Tay was not wrong about the Prawn Noodles.   The broth was extremely good – there was something so pure about it (I learnt later from the owner, a kindly old man with a warm smile, that he used only prawn head and shells and some secret ingredients to make the broth. No pork bones).  The broth was delicate and sweet, a flavour so beautiful that one has to close one’s eyes and block out all distractions while savouring it.   The large prawns were very fresh.   Understandably so, considering that the owner sources the seafood from his son-in-law who works at Tekka Market.  The noodles were served, dry style, on the side.   Needless to say, I finished everything and declared, “Hmmmm, Singapore food not bad oso, hor.”  (Translated: Best damn prawn noodles I’ve ever had, but I’m not admitting this to a Singaporean.)

Wah Kee Prawn Noodles
Blk 41A Cambridge Road Hawker Centre (Pek Kio) #01-15
Singapore

Tel: +65-96883633

Opening hours: 7.30am to 2pm (Closed on Mondays)

Note: I love Singapore and Singaporeans lah.   Above story embellished with Malaysian flavour that can’t be found in sanitary Singapore.

Thank you, Dr Tay and family for your wonderful hospitality.  I will be back.