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Monday, March 12, 2012

Is he singing about me?

Last week, my Quay Lo shared a song with me. After listening to the song, I asked my Quay Lo, "Is he singing about me?" The lyrics cracked me up because I did everything he sang about and more! LOL!

Lyrics of the song

I'm looking for my wallet and car keys

Well they can't have gone too far

Just as soon as I find my glasses, I'm sure I'll see just where they are

Supposed to meet someone for lunch today, but I can't remember where...

Or who it is that I am meeting? To my organizer somewhere

I might have left it on the counter, maybe outside in the car...

The last time I remember driving, was to that memory enhancement seminar...

What's that far off distant ringing? And that strangely familiar tone?

Must be the person I am meeting, calling me on my brand new cordless telephone...

I might have left it under the covers, maybe outside on the lawn...

and I've got just one more ring to go, before my answering machine kicks on...

Hi, this is Tom and your call means a lot to me, so leave a message at the tone...

and I'll do my best to try to remember to call you back when I get home

*Beep*

Tom, this is Gwendolin, and I'm trying not to cry...

but I've been waiting here for over an hour, I thought you loved me, this is goodbye...

and the voice sounds familiar, and the name it rings a bell...

Let's see now, where was I,

Oh well

Just a few days ago I ran out of eggs and wanted to go to the store to buy some so I could make waffles for lunch. I went out of the door grabbing the WRONG car key and noticed it only after I locked the front door. So, I went back into the house to put the wrong car key back on the key rack and grab the right one. Back out the door carefully locking the door behind me . Guess what? I had TWO car keys in my hand but no door keys. I had locked myself out of the house! GEEZZH!!

Here are the waffles that got me into so much trouble. (Yes, it is much easier to blame the waffles, they can handle it)

Airy and crispy waffles
(source: unkown)

This was featured in Asian Food Channel (Official)

Facebook page on 29 July 2012

Ingredients:

3-1/2 oz. (3/4 cup) bleached all-purpose flour

1 oz. (1/4 cup) cornstarch

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 tsp. baking powder

1/4 tsp. baking soda

3/4 cup buttermilk

1/4 cup milk

6 Tbs. vegetable oil

1 large egg, separated

1 Tbs. sugar

1/2 tsp. vanilla extract

Method:

Heat the oven to 200°F and heat the waffle iron. Mix the flour, cornstarch, salt, baking powder, and baking soda in a medium bowl. Measure the buttermilk, milk, and vegetable oil in a Pyrex measuring cup; mix in the egg yolk and set aside.

In another bowl, beat the egg white almost to soft peaks. Sprinkle in the sugar and continue to beat until the peaks are firm and glossy. Beat in the vanilla.

Pour the buttermilk mixture into the dry ingredients and whisk until just mixed. Drop the whipped egg white onto the batter in dollops and fold in with a spatula until just incorporated.

Pour the batter onto the hot waffle iron (mine takes about 2/3 cup) and cook until the waffle is crisp and nutty brown (follow the manufacturer's instructions for timing at first and then adjust to your liking). Set the waffle directly on the oven rack to keep it warm and crisp. Repeat with the remaining batter, holding the waffles in the oven (don't stack them). When all the waffles are cooked, serve immediately.

Note: I served my waffles with eggs, bacon, butter and maple syrup. It is a very rare treat given its poor nutrition profile.

A LITTLE ABOUT THIS QUAY PO

Before I was married to my "Quay Lo" (Guaylo) husband, I did not know how to bake or cook. Subsequently I learned some baking and cooking Western cuisine from him, and providing his food for him launched an interest in cooking in general. Many of my Chinese friends and family told me that "Quay" is the wrong spelling for devil in Cantonese. The right spelling should be "Kwai" or "Guay". Well, somehow I like the spelling "Quay" better although I have to agree that it does not sound very Cantonese. Try asking a Westerner to pronounce "Kwai" and you will probably hear "Quay" haha. Whether is "Quay" or "Kwai" or "Guay, just know the devil woman is me when you see Quay Po Cooks. My hubby said if people pronounce "Quay" as "Key" is even better because I am the key to his heart. LOL!

Only now, have I started to learn the traditional Cantonese cuisine of my Mum. She cooks fabulously and all her specialties are divine. These two interests, my husband's Western food, and my mother's traditional food, prompted me to document them so they will not be lost.

Here, I wish to share my cooking and baking experience with my readers. I also hope to inspire those who do not know how to cook or bake to do so because, trust me, if I can, you can too.

Something I'd like to mention is that I find that many people are rather unwilling to share their recipes. However, for me, I think differently. I think good recipes should be shared thus allowing as many people to enjoy it as possible. Unless those recipes are for doing business, I don't see why we want to keep them all to ourselves. So if you are generous in sharing your recipes, you are welcome to share on my blog. Send the recipes to me and better still with pictures of the final products and I will be very happy to post them them with credits to you of course.

Our cuisine is a deeply embedded part of our culture. When two cultures come together under the same roof the results in the kitchen can sometimes be comedic, sometimes confrontational, but more often it is a journey full of surprises and discovery. There is joy in our food. If we think upon this, it is intuitively obvious. This blog is a journey of joy and sharing, reflecting what the French like to call "joie de vivre" (joy of living). No one could be more different from one another then my husband and my mother. Yet one thing they share in common is knowing intuitively that food, cooking, and sharing can be avenues of joy in life itself. So herein, help yourself, to a little joy and , if you like it, share it with your own family and friends. Joy is something that should be shared.