27 January 2010

One Month Without Rice

Greetings to whoever who is reading this!

Kindly proceed only if you are interested in finding out why this blog is created and how its name came by. As warned, here we go:

Creation of berrythehungry@blogspot.com

There is nothing like a bout of cancer to wake you up, reanalysise your life and push you to make the best out of it. I survived cancer but to those who are diagnosed, who are undergoing treatment, who is told that cancer had won the war, you have my heartfelt best wishes and be sure to know that your presence on Earth has made it a better place and will continue to do so, regardless of what happened.

It is with this impatience to bust out of hospitals and escape the forever jabbing of needles that made me rediscover what I love best. I am not sorry that it took two surgeries for me to get to this point, except that I do feel silly at times.

The rediscovery of what makes me Me means plunging into food, cooking, family, friends and plain living life.

Of course there is a need to admit that I wanted a recipe book to record all recipes I have tried and was to stingy to spend S$40.00 on it. (Blogger.com is free!) And also the movie, Julie and Julia. The urge to share what I made in the kitchen with everyone, near or far. The challenge of keeping this blog alive, which means living and recording life essentially. The prompt from Soenke to make what I dream real. Simply, little encouraging sparks are surrounding me which are impossible to ignore.

One Month Without Rice

Starring at my plate of freshly cooked stir fry prawns with basil leaves in a little cosy Thai food eating shop, I breathed in the fragrance of the rice soaked in the sauce from the stir fry and mouthed these words 'Exactly one month without rice, ahhhh'. Soenke thought it would make a good title for my then still nonexistence blog, so thank you.

I had just returned from one month in Germany. I had gone there thinking I don't need rice or Asian food to survive. And had jeered at stories where I heard many Asian tourists crave for rice in their travels to Europe. Well, I did survive and love the food there but I definitely cannot deny that I had my moments of dreams where I shuffle in mouthfuls of freshly cooked fluffy rice and go into moments of seventh heaven. So this title also pays tribute (and to apologise for the injustice) to fellow rice lovers.


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