The Dewi

For reasons unknown to me, though it hardly matters, I've been having ideas to make Japanese style food at home. Not because of any specific reason, it is just so happen I have the ingredients ready and this particular recipe is very simple to make. Least effort for the biggest punch, is my motto. Not to be lazy, it just makes sense! Lazy*coughs hard*. We have been enjoying cool weather in Singapore, so something soupy is often preferred. No day other than today is more perfect to enjoy Beef Udon. It takes maybe roughly 20 minutes to make, but the taste makes you think I have been slaving myself at least 4 hours in the kitchen, just for the broth alone. While in truth I have been slaving myself all over the house cleaning and disinfecting here and there all day. Is anyone else also doing this?  The broth has character yet it is refreshing. I hope I'm making sense. I don't sometimes when I reminisce about food I ate. It is a problem. Here I made 2 bowls: one for me and one f

It is still unbelievable to me that I am living in the time of the pandemic. Months after, and we are still trying to normalize all that has happened, which is near impossible to do. People are trying to get by, to function again amidst all this chaos. But to be on the optimistic side, we just have to accept that there will be things that will remain a thing of the past. For one, travelling will never be the same, though I have no idea when I will travel again. All travel plans this year have been pushed to next year, best earliest estimate for my family to safely travel haha (as per my version).  So far, this has been a downer post, but I am also here to share my beef yakiniku recipe. So here goes.  The recipe for this is really simple but I found my mother asking for the recipe details at least once a month, and she's an excellent cook. Thus I wonder whether this recipe is more difficult than I thought. Should I lay it out here step by step and play by play? Not a bad idea. I mea

The rainy season we're currently enjoying here in Singapore is not exactly perfect for roast chicken. But roast chicken is perfect for any occasion in my opinion. The other day I tried a Chinese style roast chicken recipe. Reading the ingredients, I was sure this is the taste of the roast chicken of my childhood. When I was young, my dad used to buy roast chicken quite often at this small shop near our house in Jakarta. The taste was incredible. I could finish 1 whole chicken by myself any day. I was a peckish child, developing the gusto to eat into adulthood. Unfortunately, it seems out of everyone who lived there, I was the only fan of that roast chicken. As such, the shop finally closed and I have since been missing that taste. When I chanced upon this recipe, I thought this was it, the recipe to make what I can safely call the greatest roast chicken I ever had. So I went ahead and tried it with anticipation. The original recipe actually is not halal, so I had to make some

These 2 are in no way related, except for the fact that I was munching on the roast chicken while watching BTS made history on TV (not the other way around). I knew MAMA 2019 was coming on days before the show and was somewhat waiting in anticipation for it. I made sure I cleared my schedules, getting the choirs done early, and also decided to make for the family something simple, tasty, yet does not require so much my full undivided attention. Hence, the Italian Roast chicken. I stumbled upon this recipe from https://www.nigella.com/ . Lovely lovely Nigella, whose cooking shows sooth me to sleep most nights. This was my 2nd time making the recipe and around the 5th time that I used the oven (it has been with us for 5+ years). The first time I made it, I was not sure how it will turn out. First, there was my irrational fear of cooking anything in the oven. So the oven has not been used other than for toasting bread slices and/or baking sweet potatoes. There was also the fact that

It is now almost the end of 2019, which is roughly almost 3 years ago since I wrote my last post. What can I say, motherhood is hard. Especially when the little bundle of joy (there are times when I try hard to say this without any hint of irony) cannot even wash his own behind after completing business.He is still unable to do that, but at least I have a rhythm going and it seems I can squeeze in time for myself here and there (in between the washing of the behind). Time to be myself, time to relax and do what I want (within the given time limit hahaha....sad), time to consult my own thoughts (being almost 40 years old, of course I talk to myself, I need expert advice). But, on the other hand, I do cherish the time when they are young, wishing they could stay little forever and be with me. Odd. Such is life. That being said, the reason I am filled with urge to start writing again, well at least for this time, is that I want to document the amazing thing that happened to me which wa

This humble bowl of porridge is a revelation to me. It has been more than a year since my last post. I suddenly just stopped writing about food altogether. There's a reason for this. Something weird yet wonderful has happened since then: I gave birth to this little bunny. The Bunny Who Stole My Heart Obviously, this is not the weird part. And the pregnancy itself went well overall. However, the 'morning' (read: all day) sickness was incredible this time around. This is not something I've experienced before. My first pregnancy went by very smoothly, and I can say that I did not experience any type of sickness at all. Appetite was good, no dizziness, vertigo, nothing. But, this second pregnancy, well, it was special to say the least. Not only was I not able to eat, smell food or any food ingredients (and in particular, garlic), I was also not able to read or see food anywhere. I just felt nauseous by the sight of it. Be it on TV or magazines, billboard, yo