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Window Seat, Please?

With the boarding pass on hand, I march to my chosen seat. Most of the time always the same, window seat one. I love flying, thanks to my parents who had introduced me into that since I was a wee girl.

As I roamed around between Canada and Asia in 2012, I had some mementoes from my long hours sitting on the jet planes.

 

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I hope you enjoy the view like I did!

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Mind the Gap

From February to November 2012, there was a gap here. A very long gap. For you who like to drop by here from time to time, I’m sorry for the empty space you found during those nine months. Well, actually I feel bad for not doing my posts at all for this blog and my Words In A Frame.

Please mind the gap.

I confess. Those blogs were not being neglected. I did have some ideas to post something between the long gap actually. Unfortunately, they did not come to fruitful. They had become just ideas, floating around on my head or sometimes just ended up as scribbles on my notepad. Despite that, here is the good news: I still experienced many blissful journeys during my absent here.

It was easy to say an excuse like “Oh my, I was too occupied with works!”. However, honesty is the best policy. When I look back, on February to March I did feel too occupied with works, to be precise: I was juggling between my three works. Lesson learnt, for me: just stick with one job if you can. Secondly, I really saluted those who could juggling between many jobs.

My other excuse for the gap here was: on the last two weeks of March, besides preparing my long journey away from home, I had to organize things related to our business so my mother in law could take over while I’m gone. Added to this, I had to do my very early spring cleaning and cooked some foods for Mr. Husband. I wanted to make sure that before my long leave, the house would look neat and Mr. Husband would still have choices of food for a month (at least). Being an always wonderful person, Mr. Husband actually said I don’t have to do my spring cleaning and cooking. I know he will keep the house clean. Also he promised he won’t go skinny while I’m gone. Yet I still did the chores. Deep down inside, I knew why. It derived from my guilty feeling for not doing proper housekeeping and cooking for months. So there I was, juggling between packing, cleaning and cooking. Somehow, I enjoyed this kind of juggling better.

Now come excuse number three: my long journey from home. After Mr. Husband bid me safe trip at Vancouver International Airport, I started my trip back to Indonesia to see my parents. My long holiday in Indonesia was quite hectic. There is always reason to go here and there, to visit this and that, to see friends and relatives, to do health check-ups. These happened almost everyday, juggling between the famous crazy traffic jams of Jakarta. Luckily, I managed to experience Japan and Malaysia too. In August, Mr. Husband flew to Indonesia with his parents. We celebrated my inlaws’ golden anniversary in Indonesia. They also met some members of my very big family and good old friends. We visited many places around Jakarta, Bandung, Garut and Yogyakarta. Interestingly, I visited and saw many things for first time as well on those cities. I think I got more than 3500 pictures to choose and share later on from this very long journey. Plenty home works, for sure.

We all came back to Canada in September. Tired yet contented. My calendar in my bathroom was still showing March as its month. Wow,  this means I was away for about five months. The longest and interesting holiday I ever had, thanks to Mr. Husband’s consent.

Here comes what I call the five months holiday side effects. In between trying to overcome my jet lag and regained my domestic diva life back, I had to redo my spring cleaning. Reorganized many stuff around the house. Unpacked my suitcases and boxes. Reacquainted with my home office works (five months away from so called “work” surely affected your brain a lot). Readjusted my self with Canadian weather. I left home when snow was still covered the ground and I came back when it was time to seize the cold days again. Some people commented that I chose a wrong time for holiday. Should have gone all winter time instead, they said. Apparently overcoming those side effects took me more than a month.

But still I would say: life is great, indeed.

Thank you for mind the gap.

mind the gap

I will catch up with my postings.

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Comfort Food

When I walk into my kitchen today, I am not alone. Whether we know it or not, none of us is. We bring fathers and mothers and kitchen tables, and every meal we have ever eaten. Food is never just food. It’s also a way of getting at something else: who we are, who we have been, and who we want to be.

Molly Wizenberg
A Homemade Life: Stories and Recipes from My Kitchen Table, 2009

Oooh… I agreed totally with Ms. Wizenberg!

Being away from my homeland and big family then added with the crazy Canadian long winter, most of the time I seek a comfort on the food. The delicious ones that have enriched my taste buds as I grew up. The food that could bring back the warmth feeling of being so much loved by both of my grandmothers also my mother. The food that I used to have as part of my social life with friends in many local restaurants or various street hawkers.

However, the only problem I always encounter since I have been living in this neck of wood is the limited choice of ingredients. The positive part of this limitation? I became creative in creating my own style of comfort food.

In every bite, with each scoop of my comfort food, I feel the presence of my loved ones.

In every bite, with each scoop of my comfort food, I realize how proud I am to be an Indonesian.

Rujak Cuke (Green Papaya Salad ala Balinese)


Laksa (Spicy Coconut Rice Noodles)

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