This is one of my favorite dishes in an Italian restaurant we frequently visit.
Itās an oxtail with thick tomato, carrot, and celery stew, served with a dash of cream. You can ask for either saffron rice or mashed potato as the side.
I always want to make this, but not sure if the kids will love it ? I love Indonesian oxtail soup, and they never super enthusiastic about it.
Unless if I am allowed to eat the whole pot, though.
(Of course I am allowed).)
(Hello, food coma.)
I used to play this game (Two Dots) until I stopped roughly 5-6 years ago.
The reason? I played this game during my first trimester of my pregnancy with Rey.
The song used to trigger my acid reflux and near-vomit experiences. I remember when I picked up the game again after Rey was born, I almost re-served my dinner that I just digested.
It was until a couple of weeks ago I replayed this game.
And no acid reflux. Only mighty annoyance because the gosh dang fire balls just burn everything in sight.
(Oh. And Rey plays this game too.)
Several days ago, Wira asked me. āCan I get tested?ā
āā¦ what test?ā
āCovid test.ā
āWhy?ā
āIām not feeling well. I want to know if itās Covid.ā
We checked his temperature and his overall conditions, and we found out him not feeling well was actually due to lack of sleep (he has been sleeping late lately,) so no Covid. Thankfully.
It made me wonder, though. Wira and Rey both growing up, and spending a good chunk of the time, in the middle of the pandemic. For Wira, I feel the effect has been more profound as he is able to remember and comprehend of what is going on around him.
Wira and his peers. His generation. What kind of arts, writings, songs, plays, mindsets, and perspectives that coming out from his generation. The generation that witness the horror of a pandemic in such a young age. The generation that losing years of their childhood and grasping so many things at the same time.
(This writing is inspired after I read Seth Godinās post āGeneration Cā)
It was 10:30 PM, you just finished your Zoom call with your colleague who lived two oceans away (because distributed working and timezones), the house was almost dark (āalmostā, because there was still some lights from the kitchen,) and you walked to your front door to lock it.
Then you almost screamed because you freaking hate house lizards ā add it with you being superstitious that stepping on house lizard, or having a house lizard fell on you, is deemed as bad luck AS IF ACCIDENTALLY STEPPED ON A LIZARD IS NOT BAD ENOUGH ā but everyone in the house already fast asleep so youā¦ justā¦ ?screaming in silence?
Because, yes.
The worst part?
The ālizardā is actually your kidsā toy.
A crocodile, even. From their zoo collections.
Just now, I looked into my fridge to find something for lunch. Iām not fasting as Iām having my period (in Islam, you can be exempted from doing Ramadan fasting under several special conditions ā and period/menstruation is one of them (alongside pregnancy, breastfeeding, and old age.))
Hereās the thing about Ramadan; you got used with the eating pattern, you started to feel full even in the noon-day. I personally enjoy Ramadan due to its āsimplicityā: I donāt have to think whatās for lunch.
Anyway! I was looking for food and food delivery options were not super tempting. I noticed we had leftover fried chicken (ayam goreng Kalasan) and unopened round/Chinese cabbage. I mused the idea of having regular noodles, but I opted to rice noodles instead.
I chopped the round cabbage and shredded the chicken. I prepared shallots and garlics.
I sautĆ©ed sliced shallots and garlics, then I tossed in egg and the cabbage. I then took half of the chicken and added it on the pan ā the other half is used for the soup.
Once itās ready, I put them aside. I took a saucepan and filled it with water. Then, I put the remaining chicken, rice noodles, and the chopped spring onions.
Iām not much of a āsoupā person (meaning, I like soup, but I always prefer the amount of liquid to be less) ā thatās why you can see on the pic that the soup looked less than usual.
Also, yes, I canāt be bothered to take āpretty picturesā.
Added some salt, sugar, and white pepper to taste.
Once itās ready, put the noodles on the bowl then top it off with the sautĆ©ed topping we made before (bonus: sprinkle spring onions on top of it) ā then realized that you just made a meal enough for 2-3 people, but your husband is currently fasting and the kids are at school.
Iām so gonna take a nap after this.
(Kidding. I still have tons of docs to check and update. Iām going to need a strong cup of coffee after this.)
This is my personal blog, so anything goes. This blog has been around since 2014, which means you would, and could, see my past writings with different perspectives and mindsets at that time. While I tried to tidy things up here, I personally feel that things should not be too “clean” or polished. You see me grow and learn in this blog. This blog is a record-keeping of what I was, what I am, and what I will be. What I wrote in the past might not reflect who I am right now, nor me revisiting the topic.
While things here are generally PG-13, I must remind you that I’m an adult, which means some topics might be too heavy for younger readers.
Next project: Intermediate Theme Developer
I want to develop themes that sing praises for the 2000s. I always feel we could have a bit more 2000s-era whimsy.
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