说了再见

the past 72 hours have been crazy. i have almost lost my sense of time and space. working on case, then going night cycling, supper, more cycling, and more case. i got burnt cooking a breakfast, slept only at 4am one night (for 5 hours).

now the only thing left is some rough papers and strands of long hair lying around the floor. and le petit prince ready for reading, finally. maybe the little prince eats ice cream very slowly too.

i was looking at my own cryptic posts in the past. i can't actually remember what i was hiding anymore.

i love sleep.

hatter

sometimes we are too busy to sit down and feel.

calculus

when you use your bag to reserve a seat, you probably think that nothing in your bag is valuable enough to be stolen. and yes, the things in your bag probably have no value to anyone - precisely because you take out your wallet and handphone when you leave your bag there.

but it's when you really lose the bag that you realise how important those worthless things are to you.

losing a diary book may have been the scariest thing ever. it jolts you so deeply, but when you get your book back it's like hugging a teddy bear all over again.

cut love

chocolate and orange is an old combination which i never believed in. but last sunday i decided to throw orange zest into the milk/cream i was boiling for this ice cream. the recipe is dorie's bittersweet ganache ice cream.
orange zest in the milk/cream made it taste really bitter, and the smell was only just faint, so i didn't know if adding the zest was the right thing to do. but after tempering with the sabayon, the eggs seemed to tone down the bitterness and rounded out the orange flavour.
the ganache was leftover, frozen for almost a month. i had to do much scaling of the original ice cream recipe to suit it for the amount of ganache i had.
i just like to watch the ice cream maker churn away. from thick gloppy custard, it freezes slowly to light and fine-grained texture. the ice cream this time was super success. texture and taste all up there.