Fruity Smiles

1) I saw a woman and her grandson trying to pick mangoes off a tree near my flat using what looked like a telescopic pruning saw (there are quite a number of mango trees here). When I got closer, I realised she was just probing the mangoes with a stick. “Not ripe yet,” she told her grandson, “let’s pick some flowers instead.” :)

2) A lady, probably in her early 60s was calling out to another lady (a stranger), probably in her late 40s, “Auntie”*. The younger lady was suitably offended and decided to ignore her and walk the other way without finding out what the older one wanted!  The older lady then turned to me, shrugged her shoulders and laughed! Was she just teasing her? ;)

3) A bag of apple chips on offer at $1.90 (originally $3.95). Semi-guiltless snacking! :D

(*Here, it is common to address older folks, even those you aren’t related to as “Aunties” and “Uncles”. The tricky part is to determine when this could be used without offending the other party. However, a taxi driver is always an “uncle” regardless of his age! I have no idea why!)

Remember the Little Things

“A happy life is made of little things… a gift sent, a letter written, a call made, a recommendation given, transportation provided, a cake made, a book lent, a check sent.” Carol Holmes

Happiness is an Oven

I bought a small electric oven yesterday to replace a built-in wall oven that stopped functioning a decade ago.

I think I’ve mentioned before that I don’t really cook. I do, however, love to bake.  I used to bake regularly – breads, cakes, biscuits, pies – nothing was too time consuming or difficult. If something caught my fancy at the supermarket or bakery, I’ll find/create a recipe to bake it at home. By the time I was 14, I had perfected my own torte recipe.

About 10 years ago, my oven stopped working. I got someone over to fix it but after a few weeks, the oven died again. I got someone else to fix it but he said it was beyond repair. From then on, I’ve wanted to get the oven replaced but never took the initiative. Weeks became months and months became years and years became a whole decade and baking became a distant memory, something I used to do.

The topic of ovens came back recently when after mentioning to a friend that I’d bake a oatmeal cookie RIGHT NOW, if only I had an oven, she burst into of hysterical laughter and said something like “yeah, like you would do such a thing”. I asked her what she meant by that and she said that I don’t come across as someone who’d attempt to fry an egg, much less bake, and besides if I really loved baking, I would’ve just got an oven instead of dreaming about it. I tried to convince her that I do indeed bake (she wasn’t convinced) but she was right about one thing – there’s no reason for me not to get something that would make me happy.

I finally decided to get an oven yesterday. I have to admit I was a bit nervous about oven-shopping, or rather with the prospect of jumping back into something I used to enjoy. Will I still be in love with it? What if I’ve lost my baking mojo? What if the real reason why I did not replace my oven earlier was because I didn’t really care about baking anymore?

I made two batches of oatmeal cookies within half an hour of getting my oven yesterday. Today I’m making chocolate chip cookies. And yes, I’m very happy :)

The Simple Things

My last three weekends were filled with pain, poor health and work. I don’t have any big plans for this weekend, in fact I’d probably read a book, rent a DVD, call a friend or watch the sun set, you know, the simple stuff. :)

Have a good one, guys!

Happiness Is A Warm Bun

When I got to the bakery today, I found a batch of freshly-baked (and still warm) coffee buns. Perfect timing!

The buns were not too happy about being eaten though! :P

Gently, Quietly

The weather is cooler today.

I’m transported back to the time we were walking along the tree-lined avenue of Omotesando, near Harajuku Station. We strolled, in the gentle autumn breeze, all the way to the end of the road, where it got quieter and less crowded. At one point, there was only us and the trees; the luxury stores literally minding their own businesses, behind their imposing facade. A beautiful place, a beautiful moment.

I took in the majesty of that delicious solitude with a tinge of fear. I was afraid I’d never have that feeling again. In a few minutes, we’d be met with the bustling, Blade Runner metropolis that is Tokyo. But what was worse, in a few days, we’d be back home, pining for a little bit more time to satiate our wanderlust.

The weather is cooler today. As I saunter back home on a busy street that has mysteriously quieten, I feel as though I’m back at Omotesando, just me and the trees. :)