Cooking has never been much of a success for me and offering to cook any meal would send my family running for the hills. My mom cooks fabulous mouthwatering food, but I evidently did not inherit that gene. She cooks food to perfection while I use smoke alarms as my timer. I have cooked food till it’s black and crispy, got smoke and soot all over our white cabinets in the kitchen, microwaved food in aluminum foil (which was a very very VERY bad idea), and baked cookies that could break your teeth. One thing to my credit is that my omelettes normally tasted quite good…after you picked out all the egg shells. Eggs ought to be shell-less.
But I have come a long way since then and I’ve learned a lot. For one thing, putting foil in the microwave sets off shooting lightning-like blue sparks before going ka-BOOM (don’t try this at home!). And if by any chance this happens to you, don’t just stand there thinking “Wow blue sparks! What a cool experiment!”.
I’m a much better cook now, though I still have lots to learn. So I decided to start a Recipes Section for the food I manage to successfully (or not so successfully) cook and also enjoy eating. For the most part, I try to cook as healthy as possible yet not compromise on taste and flavour. After all, diets don’t work and this is the only way to have your cake, eat it, and still fit into a bikini. I may have been a terrible cook who assasinated food but all of us have been through that phase, right?
“There is one thing more exasperating than a wife who can cook and won’t and that’s a wife who can’t cook and will.” ~Robert Frost
What girl does not love shopping. Boys don’t even bother reading on, I guarantee you’ll be bored to tears. I love shopping for clothes, shoes, bags, food, crafty things and even…books and stationery. Oh do I love stationery. Pens, pencils, paper, folders, staples, markers, box files, I love ’em all. I can’t help but be a nerd sometimes.
But my favourite: accessories. They’re like children to me. I lost a pair of Evita Perroni earrings once. I cried. Why couldn’t it have been a cheap TopShop pair? Why? Not that TopShop is cheap, I buy their stuff all the time. It’s just cheap-er in comparison.
My sister and I were dubbed the “Moh Chicks” by those who rolled in our hood (excuse my lame attempt at sounding ghetto). People think we look like twins but we are complete opposites. As far as similarities go, the only thing we had in common are that we’re both girls and we have the same parents. She was sporty, outdoor-sy, loud, tomboyish, loved football and enjoyed all things that I didn’t. I was indoor-sy, girly, enjoyed shopping, played the piano, and loved to read. But we still master-minded many a mischief, and despite getting into lots of trouble over the years (we always got caught!), I love that little chickadee to bits.
I still love you THIS much. And there is no escaping me.
My baby sister
Junk food provider
Ultimately, my best friend.
We used to have a cat in our previous house. He’s called Scottie. Well, technically, he wasn’t ours because he belonged to the neighbour. We just adopted him as our own because he ate and slept in our house everyday. He definitely loved us better by periodically bringing us gifts of dead birds and mice. Apparently that’s how cats tell you they love you. Why they think you would like the carcasses of dead animals I have no idea. Sometimes he plays with his food when he brings in live mice and that’s when we scream in horror.
And no, he doesn’t get his stock of live mice from anywhere in our house if that’s what you’re thinking. He’s an outdoor cat, wild but domesticated. And he eats too much.
He was big, he was fat, he was Scottie the fat cat. My dad doesn’t like pets so my sister and I were delighted to have him. And we loved him. We even called him Scottie Moh. But I’m not really here to talk about him. Onwards to my story.
I was once asked by a lady to give her very lovable 5 year-old son some English tutoring. Having starred as the son, Tam, in Aberdeen’s production of Miss Saigon, I knew that he was an extremely bright and intelligent boy. Almost too smart for me but I was so proud to teach him. I was now imparting wisdom to our younger generation, our next world leaders, our top experts in technology and innovation, the future of society as we know it! I’m getting ahead of myself.
In any case, he saw Scottie one day and was bridled with pressing questions. The conversation went something as follows:
“When is your cat going to lay eggs?”
I could barely contain myself from exploding with laughter at the cuteness that is the inquisitive mind of a 5 year-old.
“Well, cats don’t lay eggs. They have baby cats called kittens.”
“So when is your cat going to have baby cats?”
“Scottie can’t have baby cats sweetie; he’s a daddy cat. Only mommy cats can have baby cats.”
“So then when will Scottie have a mommy cat?”
“I don’t know, I suppose when he finds one. Though I think he’s quite happy on his own just now. But let’s finish up that page you’re on and we can take a short break, alright?”
(After a few minutes)
“Sharon?” *frowns with a quizzical look on his face*
Uh oh. “Yes? Are you stuck on something?”
“How does the mommy cat make baby cats?”
My mind froze. I wanted to defect to Haiti. Or participate in an expedition to catch the world’s biggest spiders. I would rather measure the rectal temperature of a cow. Well, not really. But I was not ready to talk about the “birds and the bees”, even if it is in reference to cats.
“The mommy cat’s tummy gets big, then eventually the kittens come out. Now finish your spelling and you’ll get your favourite jelly beans. Sound good?”
So I managed to wiggle my way out, even if it was with a dumb answer and candy temptation. The question was never repeated and I could breathe again. Whew. Who knew an innocent question about cats laying eggs could lead to a where-do-babies-come-from scenario. I should have told him to ask his mom. I will have my guards up next time, I will be better prepared. What am I saying, there will be no next time.
If my kids ever ventured to ask anything of the sort, their daddy can take their questions. While I sit and watch in glee as he squirms to answer them. With a big tub of popcorn.
And all this would never have happened if it wasn’t for the one and only Scottie. I still love you. And you are still the world’s best cat.
The thing about starting a blog is that you can go forever thinking about little things like what topics to write, what domain name to choose, what theme you like etc. Then just as you managed to set up the website and install plugins through file transfer protocol (I felt so smart learning how to do that), an error script pops up and nothing but a blank screen appears. Wasn’t so smart after all!
Starting a blog was something I wanted to do for some time, and I had actually registered and hosted another domain but never actually started writing because I got so bogged down by the details. There is nothing like indecisiveness to stop you from accomplishing anything. After spending a couple of years of just thinking and planning, followed by more months of trying to get things perfect first, I decided it is now or never. Don’t think, just DO. Everything else can slowly be updated.
So here it is, my very first blog post! Nothing exceptionally thought-provoking to say or write, but it’s an introduction, a step in the right direction. And maybe, just maybe, the start of an interesting journey to new and exciting things.
Thank you for dropping by, and I hope you’ll pop back again. I’d love to hear from you so do leave your comments or email me. For now I will write about anything I can think of, things I love…the good, the bad, the ugly…or sometimes just plain silly. Inevitably, I will probably accidentally embarass myself at some point in the process, but what the heck, I’m just keepin’ it real!
“Everyday do something that will inch you closer to a better tomorrow.”
~ Doug Firebaugh