many shades of perfect
A perfect day starts when Max and Sara are let off leash in the nearby park and they sprint for a couple of rounds under the tabebuia trees. The retriever's ears flop wildly as she runs. I love seeing their bright faces as they bound over the grass.
Happiness also comes in the shape of a perfect ban cheng kueh cooked and presented in the customary old fashion, now gone out of fashion: a circle folded into half, the centre is soft and the sides are crispy; the peanut filling is dry and crunchy.
Gladness comes from a teochew porridge lunch with family in the childhood neighbourhood. There should be chai bei (chopped up slow-cooked salted vegetables) and home-made fish cake. There wasn't but it was still perfect because there was cold crab.
Blessing: lunch is rounded off with a not-too-sweet, not-too-oily, delicately fragrant or nee, traditional yam and pumpkin dessert.
In a perfect day, there are unexpected finds at the art museum, paintings that make me say "thank you Lord".
In the late afternoon there is an unexpected hour and a half of writing. The story is not leaden-footed today, it bobs like a balloon! But no more, lest this breaks the spell. . .
What can be more perfect after toil and trance than a drive into town to meet an old friend L for dinner? After swimming, driving is the next best thing for clearing the head and especially driving when the sun has finished her glaring for the day. And the music in the car is karaoke-worthy.
Happiness also comes in the shape of a perfect ban cheng kueh cooked and presented in the customary old fashion, now gone out of fashion: a circle folded into half, the centre is soft and the sides are crispy; the peanut filling is dry and crunchy.
Gladness comes from a teochew porridge lunch with family in the childhood neighbourhood. There should be chai bei (chopped up slow-cooked salted vegetables) and home-made fish cake. There wasn't but it was still perfect because there was cold crab.
Blessing: lunch is rounded off with a not-too-sweet, not-too-oily, delicately fragrant or nee, traditional yam and pumpkin dessert.
In a perfect day, there are unexpected finds at the art museum, paintings that make me say "thank you Lord".
In the late afternoon there is an unexpected hour and a half of writing. The story is not leaden-footed today, it bobs like a balloon! But no more, lest this breaks the spell. . .
What can be more perfect after toil and trance than a drive into town to meet an old friend L for dinner? After swimming, driving is the next best thing for clearing the head and especially driving when the sun has finished her glaring for the day. And the music in the car is karaoke-worthy.
posted by wheyface at 10:47 PM
2 Comments:
Ecstatic that I was among your shades. Walking around with you was nice, comfortable, familiar and relaxed. Will let you know if that dam should one day burst. Truly, though, I don't have a measure or a ruler. Good golly, coded language. Cough cough.
Ah yes, I see now why you said to note your first word. :) It is great to have ecstatic friends!
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