The pomelo is a great fruit, something we always eat in Asia. I’ve always loved it, ever since I was a baby.
Yes I know my ears stick out like a monkey. Yes I know I had a huge head almost as big as the pomelo. And yes, I probably gave my mom a hard time in labour. And yes, I know I looked like a boy! One time we were out, someone came up and asked my parents why they dressed their son in a pretty pink dress. I was SO insulted.
In any case, the pomelo is also apparently a symbol of good luck and prosperity for us Chinese. The best ones we ever ate were those ripely picked from Grandpa’s backyard. It is like a giant grapefruit, but sweet.
According to my grandparents, pomelo is also good for de-worming. De-worming?! Yup, de-worming. The thought of worms existing in my body gives me the heebie jeebies. But it’s supposed to be very effective and you can actually see the worms when they’re…ummm…excreted. That’s never happened to me though (or I would’ve never touched pomelo ever again!).
I was reading a pomelo salad recipe and the author said that it was really easy to make, but it was very tedious work cutting the pomelo because it took her one and a half hours. Boy, that would be tedious wouldn’t it? I don’t know how she did it, but it’s only ever taken me 5 minutes!
How To Cut Pomelo (and FAST!)
Cut the top of the pomelo off until you can almost see the fruit inside. The bottom is the flatter end.
Cut through the skin lengthwise around the pomelo. It’s quite a thick skin so you want to cut through quite deeply. I don’t explain this well, so look at the picture.
Peel the skin wedges apart. Pull the fruit out from the bottom part of the skin.
Break it into wedges and serve.
It’s as easy as that!
We normally just throw the skin away. Or you can do what my mom did.
Like I didn’t already have enough problems with my enormous head.
It’s that time of the year again – when the sun sets on 2010 and rises into 2011. Most of us in wonderment at how time flies whilst also resolving to lose the weight we’ve piled on from indulging in many a Christmas dinner (come now, admit it *wink*).
As amazing and fabulous as 2010 has been, 2011 will hold far more excitement, fun and lots more food! I can’t help but think each year will be better than the last.
Saying that, I wish everyone reading this post the most fun-loving, food-indulging, madly-exciting New Year!
I had meant to write a Christmas post yesterday but my Internet failed me and so this is one day late! I truly hope you had a most wonderful and lovely Christmas with your families and that it was a joyous time of celebrations and festivities. I also hope Santa has been good to you this year! I definitely had the most delightful Christmas, especially since it’s the first white Christmas I’ve ever had. Oh the joys!
Christmas is possibly the most wonderful time of the year when children are laughing, families gather together and the sounds of presents being ripped open fills the air. On that note, I will leave you with some Christmas humour from my all-time favourite comic strips, Calvin and Hobbes.
So it is exactly one month and one day since I started blogging. And I have to say, it is a lot harder than it looks. For one thing, I have a keen interest in about a million things that I don’t really know what to focus what to write on. And to make it a chronicle of my life’s stories is simply, well, boring. Who would care to know I stepped in a puddle and ruined my shoes today or that I’ve left my mom’s plants to die and dry from having forgotten to water them while she is away (I hope to miraculously revive them with some plant CPR before she comes back). I’ve spent some time getting to know some very interesting blogs and I love digging through your archives to see the story behind the blog. Because blogging is a journey after all and whether you blog about food, fashion, photography, writing or everything in between, you started somewhere. And because you stuck at it, that somewhere has gotten you here. Which is hopefully where I might get to someday. But so far, blogging has already taught me many things. Not just new skills I’ve set my mind to learn, but many other things about myself and other people too.
#1 Blogging is a long and arduous process
Especially if you’re an impatient impulsive person who wants a million posts in her archives immediately. I blame fast food, the microwave and instant pot noodles for shaping this aspect of my personality. Before I started blogging, I thought it would be a cinch. Then I started to become constantly dissatisfied with the number of posts I had. After writing my first post I thought to myself, “I hate how my post looks so lonely on its own”. But blogs are not written in a day. It is something you keep adding to, hoping what you say is of some puny-tiny-miniscule-blip of an interest to whoever reads it. Having always been an impatient person to get the results I want (I’m not at all impatient with people by the way, just myself), I have started to learn that some things take patience, persistence and perseverance.
#2 You meet some of the loveliest people
This surprised me. A lot. And I truly appreciate all the comments, messages and emails that people have so kindly left me out of the blue. Even if it is in response to a comment I left, I’m glad you took the time to drop by and say hi. I always leave comments on posts that interest me because I like to. Or maybe because I can be a little nosy and feel the need to contribute my two cents. And even if you read my posts but don’t comment and I don’t know who you are (I’d love to get to know you though!), I still think it’s great you care to read what I have to say. You are all simply splendid and I have learned so much from reading your blogs and your helpful comments!
#3 I have a love-hate relationship with my spatula
I’ve learned many things about myself from blogging, even if I never intended to. You discover your own writing style, your own sense of humour (or lack of it), whether you actually like what you like or secretly dislike what you think you like etc. And I’ve learned that sometimes I really really dislike cooking. And I’m still finding a way for the dishes to wash themselves. Why do I post recipes then? Well a girl’s gotta eat! Plus, I think it’s good to learn how to. And I’d quite like to look back on my first recipes in 10 years and be glad at how far I’ve come. Even if I have to turn 30 along the way. Who knows, maybe I’ll even be awarded a Michelin star someday. See how I like to get ahead of myself?
#4 Mirror, mirror on the wall
We are human, and sometimes we just can’t help but compare ourselves to others. And we want to be better or at least be just as good in comparison. This was the reason it took me SO long to get started. “These people take photos so much better than me, these people have a prettier theme than me, these other people cook better than me, those people are smarter, funnier, intelligenter, fashionable-er etc.” So what more could I offer the world wide web? The more you compare, the more you’ll never get anything done. And the principle remains true even when you’ve started writing. So I’ve learned to just do my thing, even if I’m still floundering along. Like my mom always says, “Never despise a humble beginning”. And look where it got her. Her website is now my culinary Bible.
#5 Does my butt look good in this?
If there is anything most difficult to shop for in this world, it’s jeans. My butt has to look good in it. From every possible angle – left, right, front, back, upside down. I’m sure I’m not the only girl in the world who does this. When I first started writing, I thought I had to write the perfect post like finding the perfect jeans – something to convey a great success and tuck the flaws away, jiggly bits and all. Ain’t gonna happen girlfriend. You can only write what you know, and what I know is that life is not perfect. Unless you were born a chocolate. So I’ve learned that blogging is not about writing only the good things, it’s about keepin’ it real, warts and all. And if your butt doesn’t look good in it, at least no one can see it (unless you post a picture).
Honestly, what a journey. And it’s only been a month! I enjoy it but boy do I still need to get organized with how I post about different topics. It feels erratic to write about anything at anytime, which is kinda what I’m doing right now. If anyone has any tips for this, I hope you let me know. But meanwhile I shall continue writing, and drink Milo while I’m at it because I love it.
“Live life fully while you’re here. Experience everything. Take care of yourself and your friends. Have fun, be crazy, be weird. Go out and screw up! You’re going to anyway, so you might as well enjoy the process. Take the opportunity to learn from your mistakes: find the cause of your problem and eliminate it. Don’t try to be perfect; just be an excellent example of being human.” ~Anthony Robbins
We do brave and exciting things everyday, but maybe not enough. Because sometimes it’s scary. And scary things terrify us. Or sometimes we’re just worried about what others may think. So what if you’re a geek who goes on holiday and checks out telephone museums? Oh wait, that’s me. Maybe we don’t do something we’ve always wanted to because we don’t think we can. We forget that oftentimes our only limitations are the ones we’ve set ourselves. But wejust haveto go for it! So what if you want to be a Michelin-star chef but risk burning down the kitchen everytime you pick up a spatula? Oh wait, that’s me again.
Why am I saying all this? Because a lot of us take life for granted. Me included. We get caught up in all the busy-ness and hectic-ness of life that we forget to take pleasure in the things that makes us excited to live. We forget that we wanted to learn Portuguese or maybe even dress up as Lady Gaga and bungee jump off the Eiffel tower. Life is too short not enjoy it to the fullest. Why wait until our last days to do all the things we want to do? Like the men from the movie, The Bucket List.
So that’s why I’ve written a Life List, because I always forget the exciting things I say I want to do. Obviously the list is going to change. I thought it would be fun to jump out a flying plane with a parachute (television is such a bad influence on me), then realized I will never ever for one second in my life ever want to do that. Ever. It’s your list, your game, your rules. You’re bound to change your mind every now and again. The whole point is to collect rich experiences for yourself and enjoy every single moment of it. And when you look back on it all, you’ll have the most fantastic stories to tell your great-great-great-grandkids. Yes, I plan to live that long.