After some shopping therapy, a new jacket, painted nails, and finally getting rid of those highlights, I’m feeling much better.
My family went out to dinner to celebrate my and my dad’s birthday. My dad’s birthday is actually today. And mine is in a couple of weeks. Anyway, they served this special herbal soup for the entree which caused my sister and I to cringe. We were horrified.
You see, my mum is Cantonese. And all Cantonese mothers make soup. Duck soup. Chicken soup. Pig feet soup. Ox tail soup. Sheep brain soup. Goat testicle soup. Herbal soup with sticks, berries and twigs that look like caterpillars and cigar butts.
Every month, she would make us a particular type of soup, which was apparently good for our menstrual cycles. So my sister and I dubbed it the “period soup”.
The soup itself was not made of anything menstrual related, but it was SOOOO disgusting. Imagine drinking dirty compost water, with rotten fungus and god knows what else. It was foul.
For years we tried to make the experience less painful. We’d dilute it with hot water. Or sip it very slowly with a straw. Or hold our breaths and see who could skull it the fastest. Or drink it too hot so we’d scald our taste buds. But now that we’re older… we just drink it silently and quickly. Like the good daughters we are.
So my sister and I look across the table at each other and wrinkled our noses.
“Is this period soup?”
“It smells like it.”
“It’s got those red seeds.”
“You taste it first.”
“It’s not supposed to have chicken feet in it…”
All the while, my husband (being the squeamish Scottish lad that he is) overheard us, peered into his bowl and stirred it slowly.
He spoke slowly and carefully, “Did you girls just say PERIOD SOUP????”
^ Callum wondering where all the food went.
Oooh, it was such a beautiful Sunday!
The sun was warm, the air was fresh and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky! We went to a birthday breakfast at the Blue Duck Cafe by Cottesloe Beach. I had two helpings of bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushies and sausages, a big glass of orange juice, an apple danish and 3 mini croissants.
I managed to snap a shot of the salt water fish tank in the cafe. I’d *love* to have a salt water tank full of funky little fish, starfish, anemones and other creepy crawlies from the ocean. But I suspect it’s a little too much work. I can’t even keep my backyard fishpond free of mosquitoes.
We took a walk along the beach. The weather was just perfect. Callum fell asleep to the sound of the waves.
Callum chuckles over our coffees.
Went for my physio fitness class today.
Found out that I have strong butt cheek muscles.
*I’m so proud*
It was 10:30pm. I sent Andrew out to buy me a bar of white chocolate.
“Any kind will do,” I said. I’m not particularly fussy about my chocolate. As long as it wasn’t that cheap nasty stuff made in Malaysia.
I don’t know if he was trying to impress me, or that he just couldn’t make up his mind. Because he came back with every brand and white chocolate bar he could find! What a sweetie.
Winter is here.
Damn it’s cold.
Callum just discovered his fingers today.
Now when he’s hungry, he puts them in his mouth. All of them.
I’ve been unsuccessful in photographing him – I can’t seem to hold the camera still when I’m giggling with laughter!