Bedtime stories

Every night, I'd read a book or magazine as part of my bedtime ritual. I usually last about 4-5 pages before my eyelids start drooping and slowly, I doze off to slumberland.

Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night, with my arm hanging over the edge of the bed, my hand still gripping the book. At times, the book would fall off my hand and land on the floor, waking me up momentarily. Or I'd wake up in the middle of the night to find the book jutting my body uncomfortably.

Last night, I did the usual nightly read and fell asleep with the book in my hand. Later, I felt a gentle tug on my book. It woke me up and immediately I pulled back the book.

"Don't... I still want to read, " I muttered.

He chuckled, "Go to sleep, darling..."

"No, I still w-a-n-t to reaad..." I grumbled sleepily.

I was still muttering and grumbling when he clambered onto bed. Next, he pulled me in his arms and told me a bedtime story, which I hadn't had in years.

"Once a upon a time, there was this hot chicka named CQ. She has the sweetest smile that could break a thousand hearts... dainty hand.... tiny feet... met at Bangsar... "

I don't know how the story ended as his voice softly lulled me back to sleep.

Living, breathing and sleeping cakes

Ever since I made the decision to go ahead with the cake thing, my daily life now consists of a routine of baking cakes and cookies, sourcing for baking supplies and equipment and spending my free time surfing for info on baking-related matters.

I now live, breathe and sleep cakes. I even dream cakes!

Last week, I had a vague dream of buying this huge-ass industrial strength oven. I can't remember the specifics of the dream but I woke up convinced that one day, I'll get myself that oven.

Hmm, a sign of all good baking things to come?

Month of Gluttony Feasting

The monsoon season is well and truly here. It's been raining cats and dogs every evening bringing us cooler nights. And which also means a very hungry Cupcake Queen.

I'd wake up in the mornings with a rumbling tummy and I want my food now, now, now. Just feed me NOW!

This morning, I gobbled down a plate of nasi lemak followed by a bowl of hearty chocolate oats. By lunch, I was famished and sped to Mr. J's office at KLCC and dragged him to Pacifica Grill@Mandarin Oriental to devour lamb shanks. Hmm, I'm wondering if I should have Japanese for dinner as I type this.

Thank god for the Malaysian International Gourmet Fest, or rather the Month of Intense Gluttony Feasting- heh! I've been dining my way through MIGF's food events, almost every other night, since attending the MIGF Gala Night. All thanks to Mr. J who has loads of free invites. :)

Some tips for staying ladylike while feasting away:
1. Wear those beautiful floral, empire waist dresses, which are so in right now, to accomodate an expanding tummy. Plus floral prints can hide an obvious tummy.

2. Forget wearing bright lipstick/gloss - they come off easily. Nude lip tones and smoky eyes are great when you want to feast and look good.

3. Eat slowly. So that the rest of people at your dining table, whom you barely know, won't even suspect you're being a glutton.

4. When people start commenting on how you've polish everything on your plate, start talking about the food you've just had. Just plunge into a full foodie mode to divert their attention. Start a full discourse on flavours, herbs, spices, vegetables, type of meat cuts and etc.

5. Sip your glass of wine/beer s-l-o-w-l-y and after taking in at least 5 spoonfuls of food. Don't gulp the whole glass of wine/beer down or you'd be bloated and start burping like a bullfrog.