beef stewed in turmeric-ginger broth (pindang daging) a.k.a the ugly stew

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After only 19 months of motherhood, I still very much am a novice. I might not be as clueless as when I first started out, but sometimes after a hissy fit or food being spat on my carpet and/or face, Bébé would make me feel like I’ve gained zero knowledge on motherhood. You might think that after more than a year of preparing solid meal for my terrible monkey of a toddler, I should know by now what works and what doesn’t. Well, it turns out I don’t. Every meal I prepare for Bébé has a 50% chance of wounding up on my carpet instead of in her belly. Remember way back when I bragged said that Bébé was such a good eater that she would even engulf unseasoned mashed steamed broccoli in a heartbeat? Well, scrap that. Fast-forward 12 months later and the monkey-toddler would sniff her food and give it a little lick before deciding if it’s worth her time. I wonder where she got this from. The National Geographics Channel??!

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lemongrass crusted tofu

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Oh, hello there! You haven’t forgotten me have you? This little tiny blog that talks about food and such from a humble home cook in her humid hot kitchen in the tropics. Yes, that home cook who promised herself in mid October (and for the gazillionth time) that she will update her blog SOON. Yes, yes, that one. The one who gets a little carried away by new projects and kind of put aside old ones.. for a little while. Ahem.. yes, only for a little while.

Truth be told, I haven’t been around in the kitchen much last month. Namely because I was deprived of my own kitchen. Let me explain: My husband and I have decided to invest in a modest apartment. And by modest, I mean small. And by small, I mean.. err.. tiny. Okay, okay, it’s box-cage like. But size doesn’t really matter right (right?) when it’s our first home! That we BOUGHT with OUR OWN money. I am of course, tempted to turn the whole apartment into one very big kitchen where I could fit the refrigerator of my dreams, and a luxurious island, where I could just casually whip up breakfast pancakes for my guests who are sitting and chatting cheerfully around the island, whilst admiring the beauty of my kitchen counter… but I don’t think my husband would dig that option. Oh well, at least I still get a kitchen. My very own tiny kitchen that I will get to design! Oh, I get the jitters just thinking about it. Of course, there is still much work to be done. Oh so much.

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hoisin chicken with red pepper and fried shallots

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I know I know, the whole world is against the boneless skinless chicken breast – often referred lovingly as the BS chicken breast. In a way, I can understand why some (most?) people hate it. It’s unforgiving. Cook it a minute too long and it will be as dry and tough as the advice your aunt gave you during your rebellious teen years.

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