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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{ ffwd } (not) dieter’s tartine

DSC_26411As you can probably tell, I haven’t done much cooking around here. I just got back from travelling around two weeks ago and haven’t really cooked since. To be honest I haven’t cooked at all since my departure to Indonesia. That makes almost 2 months of absence in the kitchen (gasp!!)! Well okay, I fry eggs and toast my bread for breakfast. But we wouldn’t start calling that cooking would we? Let me just say that I’ve had my mind on something else other than cooking lately. But we’ve been eating out way more than I’d like to admit. Especially to the same old restaurant for several days in a row. And especially when the waiter starts throwing winks at you. I take that as a sign that something critical needs to be done, in my own kitchen. Gah! I miss cooking!

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{ ffwd } socca from vieux nice

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It was a shiny December morning, with warm winter breeze and a temperature that made the rest of the country looked downright miserable. He was young, I was younger. He was eager to show me his charming city. I grew giddy just by looking at him smile. We had walked hand in hand all along Promenade des Anglais. I gazed at the blue sea, the gray pebbled beach, the pink dome of the Négresco and took a deep breath of the fresh wintry air. Aaah Nice. It truly was a wonderful place to be.