Hi. A happy 2012 to you.
I’ve been slogging away to meet deadlines at work. Plus, I was down with migraine and a cold about a week ago. But this blog has been a part of my life for almost THREE(!!) years. All that makes it even harder to let go of writing and blogging.
Now I’m sneaking in a little time to write about something long overdue. Finally. Phew.
During my absence, I hope the holidays had treated you well: weeks of shopping and planning, hours of cooking and baking, fabulous company of family and friends, back-to-back feasting on the yummiest food.
As for me, the holidays had been lovely.
On Christmas Eve, my family had a three-course dinner at a three-star hotel nearby; and even though the food was horrible, I particularly enjoyed the family time spent together. Then, on Christmas Day, before heading over to my friends Gary and Veronica’s home for dinner, I was busy in the kitchen, assembling the humongous peanut-butter torte I’d planned to bring over to the dinner.
Tagging along to the dinner was Kenelm, my special him. He didn’t pop out of nowhere, I swear. It may puzzle you now, thanks to my infrequency in blogging, but I hope my future posts will gradually clear the confusion up in you.
What I miss about the Christmas dinner (and I’m sure Kenelm has the same thought, too) is the incredible, generous first-class food spread that Gary had planned and prepared for days, with help from Veronica. Kenelm and I had helpings of the good food; he couldn’t stop praising Gary’s impressive culinary skills.
On top of that, I also miss the company of family friends, some of whom I’d not even met beforehand. Kenelm, on the other hand, except for learning about Veronica and Gary through our everyday conversations, had never met them prior to that evening. All of us just clicked, somehow, amazingly, and broke into conversations and laughter. At one point, while Veronica and her sisters-in-law were reminiscing about their Bangkok trip from a few years back, they goofed about each other, and I laughed and panted and smacked on the table. I had lost possession of myself. Excuse me.
On our way home, Kenelm and I had a little conversation.
Kenelm: I enjoyed being in their company. I like that they are a bunch of really friendly, family-oriented folks. And the food was excellent.
Me: Same here. That’s why I love my friends and treasure the friendships. What connects us even more is our interest of cooking and baking and enjoying good, homemade food.
Gary and Veronica, thank you for everything. You helped make Kenelm’s and my last Christmas memorable.
Dear Reader, if you’re still following my blog, I’d like to thank you for that and for being understanding and patient during my absence. Irregularity in blogging is definitely a turn-off, and if overused, working for long hours becomes a lousy put-off.
But with Chinese New Year coming (gasped — which is about a week from now!!), apart from my day job as a writer for a communications consultancy, I’m already getting busier with festive baking and cooking. Despite the rave review, now I’m not quite ready with sharing the peanut-butter torte recipe with you due to some discouraging experience with it. Perhaps when the time is right, I’ll put it up here.
Over the next few days, though, before Chinese New Year, I’ll try to post the recipe up for a festive cookie I’ve been churning out in the kitchen. I don’t want to leave you with a blank promise, but I’ll try.
In the meantime, may you have a fabulous week ahead!