India, a food haven

Back from India, well-fed and constipated. Too much of anything is never good, and such is true to flour, potatoes, lentils and chick peas.

But you put another plate of India food in front of me and I will still gobble it down with pleasure. Somehow, the Indians have managed to make everything tastes yummy.

Their bread, oh their bread. I can eat a naan every day and still not eat the same thing twice for a month. They have a hundred ways to make bread and every one of them taste delightful.

Their claypot bryani is moist and bursting with flavors. Their mutton (and yes, I don’t eat mutton) melts in the mouth. Their cottage cheese is another heavenly creation. It does not taste like cheese at all. I thought it was tofu until 2 days later.

Masala is huge in north Indian food. There is masala in everything – masala chicken, masala fish, masala tea, masala pickle, masala dips, masala chips and every other edible item that can be flavored. They even put masala in their Pepsi, and it taste damn good.
The two little complaints I have is their lack of caffeine and lack of greens. Coffee tastes like milk tea with too much sugar. Even cappuccino tastes like milk tea with extra sugar. The Indian palette is a little on the extreme; extremely spicy or extremely sweet, nothing in the middle.

The favorite Indian food colour – yellow, orange and red. Green is jarringly rare. Green leafy vegetables are not a staple in the Indian diet. Beans are their definition of a vegetarian diet. Any greens, if any, comes out looking dead and yellow.

Indian Autumn

Going to India tomorrow.

Going to Sri Lanka at end of September.

Going to Nepal in October.

This year, I am going to eat eating more chapatti than mooncakes.

The Universe Sends Me Horses

Thought everything was cleared. Daph said he was 42, which makes him a goat. But alas, he is born before the Lunar New Year, which makes him a horse. I swear, the universe is punishing me in some morbid way.

Horses and are big NOs NOs. Alicia, Elaine and MK – all horses – all headaches. I have secretly sworn that I would never in my life hire another horse. Now, I have a horse man.

Three Simple Words That Weight Down the World

I love you

The three words that I want to say so much, but still couldn’t bring myself to say it.

I had a dream a few night ago that he cupped my face and looked at me straight in the eye and told me he loved me. I work up with tears running down my face.

Years ago, with all past boyfriends, I have also wondered what real love is. The love that I had for them somehow didn’t feel like it. I said the three sacred words often enough, but it never really come from the heart. I liked them, and I probably loved them in some way, but never the full-heartedly way. I always loved myself more.

But in Mark, I found that love. He is the first thought when I open my eyes in the morning, and he has my last prayer before I close my eyes at night. My heart and soul is so tied to him that it hurts each time I think about him. I grief every time I missed him. And my heart beams and flutters whenever I see him.

Perhaps this is karma. I said it so much but never meant it. And now that I mean it, I can’t say it.

No More Puppies

So, I dated Asia, I snogged and screwed him. All in just 2 dates. Chemistry was not really there, but the guy is OK in the SX department. A little scary, but perhaps it’s just needs getting used to.

I am bewildered. I never thought I have so much power over men. Common, it’s me we’re talking about. Hardly tall, hardly slim, hardly lanky, hardly pretty. But I know I can tease well. Mark crumbles at the slightest touch of my fingers. BL comes at the sound of my moan. And Andsia, I can flirt and teased, and he’s a goner.

But I worry about Asia. Nice guy, buy shy and very reserved. It’s extremely hard to read him. I just tactfully managed one puppy out; the last thing I need is another puppy so soon.

Dry Spell Was Worth It!

The dry spell is over and it was a huge tsunami last night.

It started at Tenggol, then at Santubong and man, like night was something else. I have never been so high, been done so hard, gosh, I loved it. The earth moved! Well we literally moved the bed a whole feet from the wall.

It was well worth it fighting the 2 hr jam. Dinner at Delucca was ok, the Michael Jackson Tribute show was good. That bottle of German Gewurztraminer set the mood. It was a amazing night! 12 hrs after, I’m still high from the session. Good sex really makes one feel like a woman…. Mmmmm (dreamy)