Sorry-ology

Baking mania: My Domestic Goddess Project and Blueberry Muffins Since the end of September, I have been seized by an obsession with baking. Most of the time, there isn't any reason or occasion to bake for, but smelling the mixture of egg and flour is itself an unbeatable joy. In the beginning, I simply reproduced the old recipes that I used to follow. Only occasionally did I consult my cook book, Nigella Lawson's How to Be a Domestic Goddess . I didn't much justice to this recipe book before this September. It stayed on my shelf most of the time after H gave it to me as a birthday present last year. But, I am glad that I started enjoying its friendly recipes before it was too late. One day when I was holding Domestic Goddess in my arms, my housemate joked that it seems to be my bible and suggested that I should try to complete all of its recipes. This random thought sounded like an interesting challenge. Yes, it would be fun to start a Domestic Goddess project, isn'...

Rubber band Originally uploaded by Wanchen Tai I played with a rubber band between my fingertips while I was on the phone this afternoon. The importance of the serious issue in discussion over the phone rendered me rather inarticulate. I needed to divert my attention a bit and relax my nerve, and the rubber band happened to be handy. I didn't really know whether playing with this small object helped ease the conversation in the end, for, as far as I can remember, I was fully engaged in the dialogue. Honesty, rather, between me and the other conversant on the other side of the world has led us to a happy and promising point which will keep both of us inspired and optimistic about our respective concerns. After hanging up the phone, I noticed the distorted rubber band that my unattended creativity had made between the spiral of my diary. It was not like any cheap rubber bands that I used to see, I think. I recalled that it did not bite my skin but felt rather smooth, silky: nothing ...