Went to Compton Abbas today with a bunch of WI ladies. Again I was the only young person in the group. We went in 3 cars and it was so strange to be driven around by a nice old lady who couldn’t hear me unless I spoke quite loudly.
We got lost so it took us an hour to get there. Google Maps is useless in rural areas, and we ended up in our second destination with no way of contacting the others.
None of the ladies had each other’s mobile numbers! Some didn’t even have mobile phones! And they’d known each other for like 10-20 years!
Luckily, they eventually turned up. We sat outdoors at the Compton Abbas Airfield Cafe with tea and cakes, watching cute little vintage planes in all colours and designs take off.
Grateful for chocolate cake with buttercream icing!! Most sublime!!
In the car, the two ladies were talking about how young people (like me) made friends with other parents at school. I told them I’m a bit of an oddball because I don’t fit into any groups. They went, “Aww I’m sure it’s not true,” and changed the subject. Great! I’ve made people uncomfortable by being too honest again!
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Just a quick update now cos I’ve been busy and I’m leaving England for Singapore tomorrow!
Actually, that’s all I need to say but since I’m already here, I suppose I could say a few more things.
It’s Valentine’s Day today. I’ve never really been partial to the commercialism of the whole event, not because I think it’s a scam (which it kind of is) but because I think it makes people lazy in relationships, thinking that they’ve got this one day to excessively shower their loved ones with love, and then the rest of the year they can take it easy, take the relationship for granted.
Regardless, I am not above appreciating some Valentine’s Day flowers.
Piers got me tulips instead of roses because he said he couldn’t find roses in colours that I like (white and champagne pink) and he wasn’t overly sure of the exact shade of pink I like, anyway, cos to him, all pinks look the same.
Which is fine because I actually prefer tulips to roses.
Flowers are relatively cheap in England and we can get pretty tulips all year round so Piers was happy to buy me a bunch every week to pretty up our apartment at the beginning of our relationship.
Eventually, though, I told him to stop because I got tired of maintaining them, having to replenish or change the water every so often. I started leaving them to wilt for weeks before I could be arsed to dump them and give the mouldy vase a good clean.
You just can’t please a girl.
But, seriously, since I’m leaving tomorrow, it means Piers has to take care of these tulips and dispose of them when they die, so that’s perfect for me. I am very pleased!
A few days ago, I baked this fresh cream chocolate cake because I felt like eating cake.
It was a bit of a disaster.
It started off being an 8-inch cake and ended up being a 5.5-inch one because I left it in the oven too long and the sides got rock hard so I had to cut them off. Because of that, the sides looked ugly so I decided to cover everything with fresh cream, only I didn’t have enough cream so everything just looked uneven.
If you look on the inside, you can see a hole in the middle filled up with cream:
That was me gouging a hole in the middle of the cake to check if the middle was edible.
It was barely edible, tasting like stale cake because it was so overcooked.
Piers was excited when he saw it, coming home from work. He thought it was his Valentine’s Day cake because of the heart on the top. But that was just me trying to make the cake look less ugly but even then I didn’t do a great job of it.
We each had a small slice for tea and he said, “Wow, that is really delicious!”
And then he said, “Hang on, I need to have a sip of tea. It’s stuck in my throat, need to wash it down with a drink.”
On the bright side, the cream was quite tasty.
Well, I can’t wait to be back in Singapore where I can buy anything I want to eat, without having to try and make it myself, and poisoning my boyfriend in the bargain.
And now I’m off to spend Valentine’s Day with the boyfriend sans poison. We are eating out today.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you all. Hope you have or had a great one, depending on when you read this.
I’m taking a short break from Mallorca posts because I’ve been kinda busy shopping for my outfit for Piers’ annual company dinner.
It’s a black-tie event and I haven’t got anything with me in England, so I have to buy everything: Dress, shoes, bag, shawl, jewellery, maybe gloves.
I kind of left it too late. There’s nothing decent in the shops so I had to go online. The problem is, all the dresses I like that suit me are made to measure and will take a month to be delivered. Even the shoes I have my eye on are made to measure.
But the dinner is next week!
It’s very hard for me to find dresses because I don’t look good in bustiers, V-shape necks and halters, which basically describe the style of most evening gowns.
So I had to finally settle for this cheap ready-to-go dress. Ordered it two days ago and it arrived today, but it’s 10 inches too long (even though it’s XS / UK size 6) so I’ll have take it to the tailor.
Yes, that’s him in the video. He is Paul Ong, aka Don Juan de Porko, aka Man of Steel Stomach and Palate.
Okay, start loading up this video before you read on because it will take a while.
I purposely wrote a long long post and included a lot of rubbish photos so you can be somewhat entertained while waiting for the video to finish loading.
Remember how my friends and I almost died eating level 10 spicy buffalo wings?
Paul wasn’t with us that night, so we missed the chance of getting upstaged by him.
Paul is our club’s resident daredevil.
Paul and Cindy
That night, Erwin had laid this challenge out to the table, “If any of you can finish a whole plate of level 30 (six wings), I’ll buy you dinner every time we go out for the rest of your life.”
Nobody took up the dare. None of us could even finish eating a single level 10 wing, let alone six level 30s.
We all agreed that Paul was the only one among us who would do it. Some in our group doubted that he could actually complete the task, but we were all convinced that he would die trying. Yes, he’s that kind of guy.
When we related this to him, he, who once ate an entire bowl of wet chilli padi, scoffed at us. “Huh! How spicy can it be? I’ll eat three plates for you!!”
Yes, such is his bravado.
So, we planned our second trip to Sunset Grill & Pub. We made sure Paul was free that night. We made sure we had still cameras and video cameras fully-charged and ready. We made sure Paul had bought life insurance.
We also arranged a birthday celebration.
The first time at Sunset Grill, we were supposed to celebrate Joey’s birthday but we didn’t manage to do the song-singing-cake-cutting routine because, remember, we were all dying from the level 10 wings.
Here’s an archived photo of Joey (and me):
Well, this time, we had another birthday to celebrate.
Minou is 10 years old!
In fact, all of us in the group are 10 years old, if you go by the candleage on our birthday cakes.
I’m turning 10 on July 23 this year. Remember that!
By the way, I wonder if anyone else feels vaguely embarrassed about having a whole restaurant gawk at you while your friends make the admirable (but unsuccessful) attempt to sing the birthday song to you in key.
The cake is really good. It’s a strawberry cheesecake from Bakerzin. I hate the top strawberry layer because it tastes like cough syrup, but the cheesecake beneath it is sooooo amazing.
I gave all the strawberry gunk to the Goonfather because he loves cough syrup. (I swear. He’s ecstatic whenever he gets a cough and has to go to the doctor.)
But the cheesecake is so good~! Even this photo of the cake all messed up after slicing is giving me a monstrous craving.
I ate so much that night!!! I had:
2 level 2 buffalo wings
1 level 5 buffalo wing
1 level 30 buffalo wing tip
1 mini burger
2 slices of cheesecake
3 deep fried button mushrooms
Half a lamp chop
Test bites of rib-eye steak, lasagne and waldorf salad
I have no food photos because my photographer broke his right hand a few days before this dinner and I thought it would be wicked of me to make him work.
But I have one overexposed photo of the level 30 buffalo wings:
And a photo of the Goonfather smelling it.
It smells damn horrible lah. You don’t want to eat it unless you’re Paul Ong, or his evil twin brother.
In case you’re interested to know, the buffalo wings start tasting horrible from level 5 onwards.
Really. I’ve said this once and I will say it again. For normal eating, stick to level 3 and below. (I haven’t tried level 4 so I can’t tell for sure.)
For showing off to easily-impressed friends, level 5 will do.
For showing off to skeptical friends, the minimum is level 10.
For showing off to (and possibly meeting) your maker, level 30.
I was able to manage the level 5, so all you easily-impressed peeps, please be very impressed.
Otherwise, go watch the video above.
Kell could also polish off the level 5 with not much of a problem, but he turned red. ROFLMAO.
Okay, the truth is, Kell turns red at everything. Alcohol, seafood, pretty girls.
(That last one is not entirely truthful. I just thought it would be fun to make him get into trouble with his fiance, although he doesn’t really need help in that department because one of his favourite hobbies is to Find Die (literal translation from the Chinese 找死), which just means that he enjoys dicing with the devil.)
It’s fun to make fun of my friends. Perhaps I should do that more often!
Right now, though, I have to go back to talking about buffalo wings.
The last record held at Sunset Grill was three people to one plate (two wings each).
Paul freaking ate the whole damn plate all by himself, effectively breaking the record twice over.
I don’t know if there’ll be anyone crazy enough to try and beat his record.
It’s truly an expensive torture. Each level 30 plate costs $33 (or thereabouts). That means each wing costs about $5.50. That’s an insane price for chicken wings, even for the big, chunky variety served at Sunset Grill. (The price goes up by 50 cents for every level.)
This plate of chicken wings never thought it would become a celebrity
We had all thought that the wings would be on the house if we could match the three-to-a-plate record. But we learnt that that was either an expired offer or an urban myth.
Apart from bragging rights, the only things you’d get for your trouble are a stupid paper certificate and two days’ worth of diarrhea.
Maybe that’s why nobody has broken the record till now. All the same, I DOUBT ANYONE CAN EVEN COME CLOSE TO MATCHING PAUL’S RECORD.
If you want to prove me wrong, let me know. I’ll be down with my video camera.
I’m currently addicted to the buffalo wings (level 3). I’m going there again tonight!!! Whee!