Aussis, Aussie, Aussie, Oi, Oi, Oi

We had special guest for dinner today. A lovely family from Down Under. Being 'new' in town can be unnerving for some! But they are as solid as Aussie's come.

They came in time for afternoon tea of freshly brewed coffee and freshly baked aromatic 'pandan' chiffon cake, while the kids were thoroughly enjoying themselves playing with each other in the pool. It would be nightfall before they would leave the pool! J really enjoyed their company too - for the first time, in a long time, J's found kids he can truly connect and feel at home with. These guys were as outgoing, enthusiastic and shared the same passion for books and trivia. They quizzed each other through out their lasagna dinner!!

I was very very proud at how my lasagna turned out! Much better than it ever did back when! I guess it was the scratch-made cheese sauce. I would usually 'cheat' a little with a bottle of store bought Bechamel Sauce which was always waaay too salty. Only fault was, I didn't quite make enough! It was a knock-out winner with kids. So us adults had to contend with only 1 serve of lasagna with more side of salad and barbequed chicken (courtesy of Mr.Darcy). Next time, we should include fresh-baked bread!! Yumm....

I also found out how very much connected to the great late-Asang, they were!!

Bucketlist

" hey, so you got your scuba diving license, aye?" I asked my brother's friend.

"yah, but I can't say that I like scuba diving tho. I have this inate fear of deep water!" he says.

"wow, that's brave of you. I have the same fear and I don't think I would've done what you did"

"well, I did it because I have a bucketlist! And getting my diving license was on it!"

I was impressed by this guy. I mean, why would you risk your life (hey, some say fear is paralysing and some, death!!) overcoming something I KNOW I wouldn't enjoy!

Bucketlist.

Crudely said, its a to do list before you kick the bucket! 4 days short of my milestone at turning the corner, heading up the hill, I don't have one!

I suppose I do have dreams and goals for myself, I mean who doesn't??

But a bucketlist. It's a whole new ball game!

I should have one.

I should start one!

Like now...

Austen-eques Books

Confession of Fitzwilliam Darcy
by Mary Street

Austen-esque Books


Confession of A Jane Austen Addict
by Laurie Viera Rigler

More Westlife - Allow Us to Be Frank

THESE GUYS ARE TOTAL SWOON-WORTHY!

Beyond the Sea


Fly Me to the Moon


Fly Me to the Moon - VideoClip

Smile


The Way You Look Tonight

Coffee Beans..

This baby was finally allowed out of the box earlier this week! A few days ago, whilst fishing for my baking utensils (apart from that mysteriously misplaced Angel-Cake-Tin, I've found all my baking buddies!!) I chanced upon my long-sought-after coffee grinder! My Yahava coffee-beans can finally go through the grinder!! Right next to the grinder was the knockbox too! Brilliant!

I cleared a nice little nook on the kitchen counter (right along side my Breville Stand Mixer!) and neatly placed the coffee-maker and her friends! 10 minutes later, I was enjoying my first REAL coffee since coming home!

Austen-esque Books

'Mr. Darcy Presents His Bride'
by Helen Halstead

Larger Than Life

Was at the doctor's surgery yesterday for general check up when I came across this "HealthToday". It was an outdated issue (Aug 2008) but was thrilled that Lea and Nicole was front cover!

Apart from some AsiaWeek issues from years back, - we talking 25 years ago, I've not been privileged enough to come across any magazine featuring Lea. When she was plucked out of obsecurity to create "Kim" of 'Miss Saigon', I kept AsiaWeeks publications of her. Can't remember when I finally chucked them out! Clinging on the magazine for dear life, Mr. Darcy divised a way to 'smuggle' the magazine out for me . Tsk, tsk, I know - but it was an old issue and they would've thrown in out anyway!













Anyhoo (feeling a little more justified here!), I love the pictures. Nicole is so cute and Lea is lovely as always. Still can't figure out why 'Cinderella' KL leg was cancelled! Tsk and double Tsk!

Ok Ok. For those who are more self-righteous than I, we copped a parking ticket during our doctor's visit. Feel better?? That magazine 'cost' us $30 bucks!

Plain Jane on Daily Obession.

I faithfully follow a beautiful and a very well written blog. Today she posts on Daily Obession "So Tell Me, Why Do You Blog?"

She is witty, hilarious and most of all, one of the kindest soul, to make a presence in cyberspace! I am always left encouraged, inspired and certainly entertained after reading her posts. She so willingly shares her recipes (some of which I have attempted with resounding success, woo hoo) and candidly 'talks' about life! I truly recommend her site! I hope she does decide to blog for money. In my opinion, she's a better writer anyday blowing those other local 'money-making' -very-prosaic-atrociously-written blogs out of the water!

Her post got me thinking about my blogging rituals too. For one initially avert to the idea, I now find true 'solace' in Pemberley. My main motivation was to rekindle my love for writing. After years and years of neglect, I don't write as fluidly as I once did. The ideas are rampaging in my head but the writers block feels unending! So Pemberley helps me practice.

So as Jane Austen did, I blog anonymously...me as Plain Jane.

The trees of the field

A Pastor's wife once told me a story about 'overprotecting' our kids. She tells...

Young children are like tree saplings. You don't leave these saplings to fend for itself in the forest, against the forces of nature, the wind and rain. They are simply too weak and defenseless. Instead you care for them in little green-houses, in nursery. Watching over them with care and tenderness. You feed them daily with good nutrients, you water them and make sure bugs don't get at them. You want them healthy! The time will come when they have developed strong branches and sturdy trunks. These healthy saplings are now healthy young trees. This is when you plant them out, for they are now able to stand on their own, against the wind and rain of the vast open land. They will not just survive but will thrive and flourish.

Our precious children are just the same. Help them thrive. Be deliberate about how you bring them up. If you leave them to chance, its like you leaving your children in the wilderness to fend for themselves. They will only just survive. They will never flourish. Go, help them thrive.

I never forget this story. It hits home for me, because having parents who are sawit planters, I know, how crucial the nursery is to their sawit seedlings. How they would walk through the nursery everyday, looking at each plant, making sure they are well fed, well watered, bugfree and healthy. They would never simply plant a sawit seedling straight out on the terraces; not until the seedlings have have shown strong and healthy growth - to optimise their productivity and yield!

These are just sawit; what more our babies?

Ballets and all

Today I finally got off my very heavy derrier, taking the initiative to take the car out of our driveway to actually take the kids somewhere.

I took them to visit nearby playschool. While J & M played, the principal and I chatted about teaching kids and bringing them up, amongst other things. Other things, being the issue of homeschooling! As a teacher with many years experience, specialing in early childhood development, she firmly believes kids learn best from each other in a school environment. Socialising with the good and bad peers is crucial in the process of learning, she says. Also a great chance for J & M to learn about their Asian culture and language, which is currently, completely foreign to them. I completely and wholeheartedly agree with this. There isn't a flaw in that arguement, what's so ever. Is there?

HOWEVER, the first problem I find with schools in this country in general, is not so much the negative influences of their peers so prevalent now but ironically, with the teachers. Specifically primary school teachers! I truly believe, gone are the days of dedicated teachers teaching our schools. When teachers were respected in society and their influence over their students were unmatched. When teachers became teachers because they felt gifted to be. When teachers became teachers, not for the money, but the nobility of the profession. Now all you hear from other moms are teachers who are horrible at their work and worst yet, to their unsuspecting charges. Moms grieve over why their child was hit by a teacher, pinch and smacked across the head by a teacher, screamed at by a teacher and to this, none of these children understood WHY.

Do they hate their job so much finding it such a chore to be guiding and forming the minds of our little impressionables in their classrooms? They especially resent children who are not of the norm; if the child is a little academically challenged or extremely gifted and too advanced. To have children like this in their charge requires extra effort, patience and a little thinking outside the square to cater to their needs. As result, they are seen and labeled as 'trouble' and I am pretty sure teachers would make it known to that child every schoolday! If Moms don't intervene, these kids grow up thinking they are 'trouble' and some, truly fulfill that prophesy.

Teachers are the problem. I know this first hand.

Yet, from all my growing up years in highschool, the teachers I had were truly amazing; most of them at least. My primary school teachers were as atrocious as the types I come to know about now! My teachers in the US were amazing and I will forever remember them, for they taught me the love of literature and reading. So I know good teachers when I come across them. And I have.

The second problem, with the schools here in general is....our system of education; learning by rote and memory. Kids are primed to be exam-passers. Passing exams are easy if you have the innate ability to retain and recall information you are expected to remember/study. More often than not, being smart had nothing to do with any thinking process or understanding an information but rather the art of regurgitating the required answers at exams. While this can produce excellent academic results (especially to the midnight candle burning kids!) by this country's standard, it falters and lags far behind the developed countries. These kids get to universities overseas and struggle! They realise they HAVE to think beyond what they learn and are allowed to be creative in their thoughts. They are obliged to give differing opinions and its OK to disagree with your lecturers on any issue. It is not construed as disrespectful!

Developed countries encourage the independent thinking process in children, even very young children. They are encouraged to respectfully speak up and express their opinions or feelings, They are taught at a very young age civic consciousness and the importance of respecting others and self, that includes the general law of the land. (Driving around town, I've come to despise with a passion the way asians profess to be a society so respectful and courteous but are s#*t about following simple road rules!). I find asian kids do as they are told but their hearts, rebel! Brings me back to the point of regurgitating required information without it going through the process of understanding.

Why would I allow my children to learn these habits?

Someone said to me once that I should be careful not to overprotect our kids. So I say, to that person, they are kids and so must be protected. Until the time comes for me to let them go, I will protect them. By then, hope to God, that I have taught and equip them well enough to face the real world on their own feet. I hope they make the best choices for themselves. I hope they make the best choices for others. I hope they remain faithful children of God. So I gladly overprotect them now.

Be it wise or unwise, I only know I must do something. Anything. So I homeschool them. And of course, pick and choose traits of the Asian culture I desire for my children.I want them understanding mind and heart why some values are classified as principles, while others are mere priviledge (That's another potential blog entry altogether)

Ferrero Rondnair Madeira Chocolate Ganache Cake

Mr. Darcy turned 37 today.

He tells the Kids, he's old to which M interjected promptly "that means you're dying soon, Dad. I'll be so sad!" hehe..

Anyway in the spirit of birthdays, unlike many other couples, gifts-giving were never really a big thing between us. That's not to say presents weren't/aren't welcomed! I am still a girl! Way back in our BC (Before Children) days, he would send me beautiful bouquets of roses for birthdays and valentines. Then the stark reality of him 'wasting' all that money would hit me right between the eye! Whatever it is, that money could be better utilised for his schooling (read university) expenses. Back then he worked weekend nights in a restaurant for pocket money; and wasn't paid a whole lot of money - 'Student' labour were cheap labour for restauranteurs! So we agreed, no presents. Instead, we opted for nice dinners. At least, with dinners, we could indulge our appetites for different cuisines ever so available in our city. Flowers? You can't eat them and they die in a week!

Back to this post!

This morning, I put on my Executive Chef hat and summoned my 2 little helpers -Sous Chef J and De Parte Chef M- putting them on baking duty. Since Mr. Darcy always enjoyed my Buttercake, it would have to be a Madeira Cake. I wrote out the recipe for Sous Chef to manage. He would be in charge of identifying and measuring the ingredients, while De Parte Chef M was in charge of the Breville Stand Mixer. Her duty was to ensure that the mixer stays on '4' for 'creaming'. My job was a simple one; ensuring that the work-area wasn't strewn with flour and eggshells, pouring the cake mixture into the prepared pan and into the preheated oven. It just too bad the oven is out in the alfresco area because the aroma of the buttercake was delicious! I was proud of my Little Chefs. They did an excellent job with De Parte Chef M licking the mixing bowl clean, of course!

I scoured my fridge and pantry for topping ingredients. Spotting half a packet of Dark Chocolate Couveture from the Margaret River Chocolate Factory, I knew a Dark Chocolate Ganache would be perfect. Mr. Darcy isn't a fan of chocolates in general but he can never resist Dark Chocolates. So while the madeira was baking (I am thinking right now, there may be a slight chance that my oven themometer may not be working as my cake came out too well done, even before the baking time was up) I whipped up the ganache. I am always amazed at how easy it is to make chocolate ganache and its always a winner with the eaters! As the cake and the ganache were cooling, I scoured my fridge once more and found some Ferrero Rondnair.

Hence the Ferrero Rondnair Madeira Chocolate Ganache Cake. Yes, very much like my penchant for naming very lame post titles, it's also very much evident in cake naming skills too!

Anyway, Mr. Darcy was impressed and loved it! So sweet of him, ya?

Austen-esque Book

"Mr & Mrs. Fitzwilliam Darcy"
by Sharon Lathan

Buttercakes & Bambangans

The DDs came for a lazy sunday swim.

I could feel droplets of rain as they were arriving. Upon receiving them on our driveway, I was greeted by four disappointed faces . I was thoroughly bemused, as I was told they have been praying to Greater Powers to hold off rain, at least till evening! Still full of faith (or was it their relentlesness, even to Mother Nature) the kids still took to the beckoning pool.

There amidst the darkened sky, pelted by rain, our kids spared no time having the time of their lives, occasionally seeking poolside shelter when the pelting became a little too unbearable. 'As long as there isn't thunder & lightning', we convinced ourselves. We fully comprehend how utterly useless fending off 6 combatant kids, demanding an explanation of why its so wrong swimming in the rain and 'it's still water' argument. Moms are totally defenseless when Dads are turncoats! In the goodness of the day, it rained (read poured) for only an hour, downpour ceased until evening.

All the while, the adults enjoyed hi-tea ;Earl-Grey teas (white, no sugar naturally), served with freshly baked buttercake, jam swissrolls, sanggar and pickled bambangans our guest had bought from a nearby market. I must confess that I lied a little about the buttercake though - it was more half baked than anything! You'd think after all my baking 'experience' I wouldn't be able pull a gag like this. Alas, I did! Baking with a pan a tad too small does this; centre rises too much and remains raw! Yet, I only see crumbs of it by morning! Did I mention that my cakes are to die for?

So why Buttercake and Bambangan? I observed (correction, more like the guys commented) how us girls had a piece of yummy buttercake, a piece of sanggar and pickled bambangans on our plates. I would spoon a heapful of pickled bambangans on a piece of sanggar or chippies (we had those too, of course!) and it was delicious. My lady guest would also squash cili-padi to add extra kick to the concoction! Of course after sniggering at the girls, the guys followed suit! And no, we never dolloped bambangans on the buttercake. Why, that would be sacrilege!

Great company. Witty conversation. Lovely aroma of Earl-grey, buttercake and bambangan. A lightning-less rainy Sunday afternoon. Squeals and splashes of very happy children in the pool. Greater Power was good to us!

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