Summer food adventure no.2

More food!

This was my attempt to make Katsudon: a rice bowl with omelet and tonkatsu (fried pork covered with bread crumb. It was not so good too look at, and the bread crumb was too thin. But the taste was awesome nonetheless!

Tomato mussel soup, with deep fried shallot. It wasn't sour enough, but the fragrance was good.

Shrimp mixed stir-fry: mushrooms, broccoli, carrot, onion and celery. Ummm~~~ Reminded me of Tet's food.

A simple lunch box with all left-overs: fried sweet potato, beef stir-fry with celery and green pepper, and cabbage-egg stir-fry.

A true adventure this time! Rice vermicelli with ribs and pork feet tomato soup. Colored by turmeric powder. Believe me, I would have put in the real turmeric if I could.

It doesn't wait

"Maybe I can leave it for tomorrow."

"I will do it next time."

"Oh, I have time for that, later."

How many times have you pushed your tasks forward in time, thinking that on the eternity one-direction flow of it, you can carve out a negligible piece of time and keep it in your little pocket? Sure enough, it doesn't make a different plucking a hair out of the cat, theoretically.

However, time does not stop simply because you make a gap and hop over it. Flower withered along with every rise and set of the sun. You leave the flower today, and tomorrow you come back, it is not the same. Food decay as the bacteria work theirs way. You leave a piece of bread outside, later on it will grow mold. 

Time does not belong to your manipulation. It is true that your mind perceive time as uneven, but it does not change the fact that other living and nonliving aspect of life also perceive time in their own way.

You leave the flower for today, and it rains at night, then the flower is totally damaged.

Time doesn't wait and it doesn't take shortcut.

PS: I was just simply thinking about how I kept putting off taking certain photos of flower and they are not there to take picture of anymore. 

Summer Food Adventure

It's summer. I'm living alone, having research assistant job. And, I am responsible for my nutrition balance. I will continually posting picture of the food that I cooked. After all, it's boring, once you cook too much, to cook the same thing again and cook the simple dishes.

So today, I tried my luck with "bún măng" (round rice noodle with bamboo shoot and pig feet split soup). Of course, there are not enough ingredients. I don't have round rice noodle, so I used spaghetti instead (angel-hair to be exact). It is definitely not the same thing. The rice noodle has a cool, pleasant feeling when it touches your tongue and it adds a special sour taste to the dish. The pig feet split was also a big challenge. To cut it into suitable pieces, I had to accumulate all my muscle strength. Bamboo shoot came in a can, which was not the most awesome thing either. At first, the soup turned out to be salty and I was worried. However, as I added the noodle and lime juice to the soup, the flavor became perfect.

Enough talking, here it is:

Bonus are the pictures of my lunch box :P

Vent out

Taking in, taking it all in,
Tumblr, Deviantart, minitokyo.net, Pinterest

My part time job of net-surfing. I scrolled down the dashboard/ homepage/ news feed, looking at all the good drawings/ paintings, fanarts and occasionally photographs.

The art made my heart thrilled, the beauty slid into my eyes - the lines, the color, the transparency, the blur, the delicate, the detailed. Everything. Piled up in my brain, but never seemed to reach a limit.

All I want to do let it out, by drawing exactly the same thing that I saw, copy, retrace, reference, anyway that works. But my conscience did not allowed. No copying, no tracing, maybe rare referencing.

I learn it now though, whatever it is, as long as I can draw, no matter if I am reusing somebody's ideas, attempting on the same characteristics, or just basing off a photograph. I will tramper my conscience, because I need to vent the pressure out - the pressure of art that piled up.