This blog is dedicated to the three most special people in my life:
my beautiful, big-hearted baby sister and her valiant, generous hubby, and my most loyal and supportive friend YS – thank you for helping me eat better, look beyond my feet, reach out, live my dreams and keep on keeping on, knowing always that I am loved!
A great deal of comfort eating lately. I have bought far too much in the way of groceries. And I catch myself surfing the web for even more! Stop, Bunny, stop! I am nowadays eating inside my room again. With the door closed. I want to shut out the incessant assault on my senses, my mental peace and my physical space. The positive thing about cooking and eating, recently, has been the fun of using fresh herbs from my little garden. Finely chopped basil, mint and lemon grass add zing to the cucumber-tomato salad, flavoured with Thai fish sauce and lime juice. Miam!
The Extreme Neurotypical continues to harass. Intrude. Subtly. Surely. Friendly Aggression. Cheerful Bombardment.
The spectacular Susan Boyle has come out and declared her diagnosis of Asperger’s Syndrome. Hers is just one amazing story among many amazing stories. I am happy for her, and I am delighted for the autistic community. But one thing she said in one of the many interviews on the subject made me a little sad. Not too sad, just a little, because of the juxtaposition of so much hope, against the reality that I already know so well.
It’s one thing achieving clarity of mind on an intellectual level, but another thing acquiring the skill to act upon it.
The onslaught from the Extreme Neurotypical is relentless. Every corner I turn, he is there, being friendly and pushing right into my personal physical-mental-ehtical space. Stand and fight back? Or retreat? When to fight back and how? When to retreat and how? I am exhausted. Driven to despair. Well almost. I am not deliberately trying to be too dramatic, but really, for me, probably because of my hyper acute senses, it is a surround-sound, full technicolour, 3-D drama rivaling any Wagnerian epic, pyrotechnics and olfactory assault thrown in! Continue reading →
It’s slowly becoming clear… all the pressure, stress, distress and self address… gradually melting, remolding, blending and transforming into a lucid, pellucid, solid glass-like form.
An intense mental struggle with the overwhelming figure of the Extreme Neurotypical, or the Extreme Social Brain, for those who dislike the term Neurotypical (though, to me it is an apt term, and no less or more offensive than the term Autistic or Disabled or anything else that is used for the purpose of description of a group of humans).
Constant, tiresome infringement of personal boundaries. Even after having explained myself many times over, ad nauseum. Continue reading →
Stir fried rice vermicelli – a peasant food, so my granny used to say. Actually, fried rice and fried vermicelli etc with chopped bits of this and that are all peasant food. The whole idea is similar to that of bouillabaisse and various stews etc – chopped up bits and bobs, waste not! Well, my ancestors were peasant landowners, so I hail from peasant stock. What’s better than peasant food to comfort a stressed out peasant Aspie chick then?
Today’s pleasantly peasant meal, my dish du jour: fried bee hoon with leftover bok choy bits, bean sprouts, bacon and tomato. Liberal dashes of light soy sauce and some spicy chopped fresh chilli. Zing!
Sliced potato tossed in olive oil, pepper, Italian mixed herbs, sea salt. Microwave for 5 minutes. Add a layer of cheese (in my case, cheap Aussie shredded cheddar from Aldi) and microwave for another 30 seconds. Voila! Afternoon snack!
Bacon and tomato stir fry leftovers. One zucchini sliced thinly. Add the same cheap cheese on top. Bake for a few minutes. More afternoon snacking.
Not bad for an anxious stressed out Aspie chick. Go Bunny!
Ah! The challenge of cooking sago. Seems easy, granny did it so well, but it turned out to be quite a challenge. I’ve not cooked sago for ages, and to tell the truth, I’d plain forgotten how to do it right. I overcooked the first batch and everything turned into a starchy goopy mess. I threw it out and had to scrape the bottom of the pot because a layer of melted sago had adhered to the base. On hind sight, I should’ve saved the gooey stuff for a papier mâché project that has been bubbling around in my mind lately. Silly me. I was so distressed by my culinary faux pas that I wasn’t thinking straight. Anyhow, after a few minutes of self consolation, I decided to try again. This time, I stood there stirring the pot and watching the tiny little beads cook. I’d previously boiled some sweet potato, so I added the sago to the sweet potato and drizzled Palm Sugar on the top. Continue reading →
Raspberry vanilla ice cream, nectarine and an Oreo
I bought a packet of cheap peaches, nectarines and apricots. The peaches were pretty sweet, the nectarines and apricots tooth shudderingly sour! Had the apricots with copious trickles of honey and cringed through the process. Waste not! There was a last lone nectarine in the fridge calling out my name. I just had to do something. So I blended it into a bumpy pulp, and ate it as ice cream topping. Not bad at all. Sweet ice cream contrasting with sour nectarine topping sauce. An oreo biscuit can be good too! A cacophony of textures!
pork belly on Hokkien fried noodles garnished with cucumber
It was pork belly week. Yes, how did you guess, pork belly was on special! I marinated it with light soy sauce, a dash of sesame oil, apple cider vinegar and Italian mixed herbs – an east-west blend, I guess? Actually, I was just using whatever I had in the kitchen that came to mind at that moment! I topped it with some sea salt crystals, and put it into the oven at low heat, around 150C for half an hour, then high 220C for ten minutes to give the skin and fat some crackle. Not very successful with the crackle thus far. I should read up more on how to do it. Continue reading →