Managed to catch an evening screening of Stardust last night and it made me so friggin' happy. For a good two hours at least. And after, it was back to reading (and answering) the 8 or so emails which popped up on my Blackberry and for the rest of the night. Crackberry? the only thing I feel like doing sometimes is just cracking the damn thing open.
Back to Stardust. I love how they made her all glowy. Hows that for good skin huh?
My idea of a Christmas project is not to make delicate powdered sugar biscuits or warm earthy gingerbread cookies. Not even a booze-doused fruit cake. No sirreeeee.
This Christmas, I really, seriously, would like to brine a turkey. I've heard (more like read) about how brined turkeys turn out wonderfully crisp on the outside, yet succulent and juicy on the inside. Most importantly, brining promises tasty and flavourful turkey meat. I must confess, with 23 years worth of Christmas turkey gobbling (hahahahha) at hand, I never quite met a turkey breast I didn't think was too dry, stringy and just.... tasteless.
Jon thinks I should start small, like, with chickens.
"Chef Zak Pelaccio's Romli sliders are made in the Malaysian style and served four to an order."
- On a Roll by Jeffrey Steingarten
Written in his article (published in this month's Vogue) about making the perfect, resplendent burger, I was wondering what in the world was a Romli slider. Then it hit me.
Ramly burger. Ohmygosh the humble, Malaysian roadside hawker/ pasar malam staple Ramly burger has found its way to the Big Apple, with a fancy pants name change, no less. And served four to an order!! How decadent.
Was just stuck reading yesterday's papers downstairs early this morning in attempt to avoid that lizard perched firmly by the staircase and boy does Sumiko Tan annoy me. No one really wants to hear about how she revels in being an undomestic goddess and a kitchen klutz. Do I really want to know that she believes men find her more attractive for being capable in the working world and a hapless damsel in distress in the kitchen? That chick really irks me. Somehow, I get the niggling feeling that shes still trying to channel the whole Carrie from Sex and the City.
On to L'Officiel Singapore-
Like Grace said, beautiful editorials, beautiful photospreads, very high-fashion and very astute. With a rather hefty 7.90 price tag it better be. The watercolour printed spread was quite divine; I can just imagine tearing out the pages and framing them up on my walls. A few bugbears though- the tiny white font on a black page made it extremely difficult to read, like eye-strainingly difficult. And I thought the polaroid shots featured were a bit too small. But its just tiny layout things that I'm being pedantic and nitpicky about, the aesthetic and vibe of the magazine is really quite impressive. Of course, one really doesn't expect being able to actually OWN any of its pieces, 'cept maybe for the makeup stuff.
Note to Gracie: I think the reason why we shouldn't subscribe is not only the exorbitant cost (for a local mag, that is), but I have a sneaky suspicion that the magazine might not pull through the year. Its just (still) too niche.
Because my laptop was starting to overheat like an overworked car in the middle of the Sahara, I caved in and bought an elevated laptop cooling thing with dual fans from a bazaar at the forum. And get this, it's in clear perspex plastic (i like) with a totally ah-beng looking neon blue light which starts to illuminate the minute you plug it in! I feel half-ashamed about the entire thing, but at the same time, you must understand there wasn't much choice to begin with. And it was cheap.
On to the week's lemming-
This is the Sun Jar. Designed by Tobias Wong (I suppose the name might ring the right bell for design aficionados), the Sun Jar is quite possibly the coolest thing I've seen all week. In a nutshell, it captures sunlight. You leave it out in the sun during the day (a windowsill apparently, would suffice) and it starts glowing after sundown. I'm thinking this would be absolutely perfect as an eco-friendly night-light. Or to create one of those romantic "lets-pretend-we're-outdoors-camping" sort of atmospheres.
I'm crossing my fingers real hard that Ikea will come up with an el-cheapo version of this. Or maybe I can persuade my dad to undertake this DIY project. We'll see.
I am purely and utterly suffused with love right now and I can't quite explain why. Must be the hormones. Or the aftermath of having deep conditioned my hair. Or the macarons. Yes, macarons have the uncanny ability of elevating one to the highest levels of joy. Quite simply, it really boils down to having a sugar high.