Day 23. 8 April 2020
Pink SuperMoon
Peep Saja Dari tingkap, Nanti kena tangkap.
The Postal Service of Malaysia no longer delivers mail or parcels to USA. And this official document, sitting on the shelf with stamp, is already past dateline. Fortunately got it emailed to my friend in US and she printed it and sent her husband to his law office to fax it off. Thanks, John, Christina & David Cho!
Teochew steamed fish, tofu with chicken and taucheong. Yeah, gotten smart, just a dish to last for both lunch and dinner.
Looks like Covid-19 is going to take a while to go away, maybe 2021. Looking for vendor of these heavy duty masks. For the long haul, I am looking to purchase these masks for myself and family.
Here is the result from today's online tutorial on editing photos
A simple supper
Day 24. 9 April
Study watercolour techniques on painting peonies and roses, recurring favourite floral motifs in Baba Nyonya arts.
Let's roll out the burritos!
We bought a massive supply of gloves, masks, masks, N95 masks and face shields.
It all came to RM1222.
Head of Household went to withdraw money to pay Pharmacist. He came back with all these money and promptly obeyed Dr. Noor Hisham Abdullah. First he doused himself with sanitiser all over (I think you need to wash hands, Dear. Then just have a bath). And proceed to sanitise the money. Not quite laundered money, cos its clean.
But he sprayed it with Chlorox solution instead! The notes are laid out to air after we are frantically wiped and air dried the money with hair dryer before the chlorox bleaches the notes white!
Threw chicken thighs into oven for Roast chicken dinner. Easy.
Day 25. 10 April
Oyster porridge for breakfast. Warm and lovely.
I decided to bake a cake. I have not baked a cake in twenty years. It's a simple Butter Cake. That simply went wrong. It turned out too brown. Ok burnt. And it sunk in the middle.
And the insides is not buttery or yellow or how butter cake looks like. Its orangey brown. It tastes too much of vanilla essence that have since turned bitter. I was of two minds to throw away and waste all the ingredients. I cut several slices and ask Duke if he wants it for his teatime.
The Duke tells me its fine. "It tastes really good!"
Oh great!
Then at night, he confessed his sin. He was having a problem with his conscience for lying to me.
"It's actually geli" 😕😯😰
I had actually enjoyed baking and was hoping to be good at baking.
I drowned my dashed dreams with some opera and Bolshoi's Boris Godunov. I enjoyed the ornate costumes.
Day 26. 11 April
Someone asked if its a system that all Covid-19 patients are given a number for identification, and each patient is referred to as a number?
Like World War 2 and the Holocaust?
An index term to describe the lineage of infection by a viral or bacterial disease in an outbreak?
In a dystopia people are just number. A statistic. It actually protects them.
Day 27. 12 April
Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday. Communion at home.
Tra-la-la!
I shall have faith (?) and not give up. I prayed for a baker's anointing for me, and the cake.
45 minutes later . . .
😳😟😞😥
Anyone eating my Butter Cake will surely have Covid-19 symptoms. Sorethroat and fever.
Then I tried to save the nuts and candied fruits I threw in . . .
Boooootiful on the inside! Yay!
So I cut off the burnt parts and. . . the cake tastes like. . .nothing like Butter Cake. I can still taste the flour and sugar. This is a bad scenario. What does this mean? Am I doomed for disaster and disgrace as a baker? Do I continue trying, which means a block of butter and nuts and fruits with each try? Is this not my calling and I should abandon all hope? But l like baking now. Waaaaa 😩
Sat down for an Easter service online to forget the disaster.
Simple dinner.
I would have preferred a fancy Easter fare.