If there's one thing you do this week...

Make yourself lunch!

I've taken to making and bringing a salad to work on days that I know we'll be lunching in Pulau Loyang. It may sound like a hassle, but I really enjoy the process of cooking for myself. 

Picture this: A quiet kitchen and the rhythmic sounds of washing, chopping and tossing. Time-consuming perhaps, but strangely therapeutic.

Just today, I found myself in a really long, seemingly unmoving queue for wanton noodles. (What I really wanted was a packet of economic bee hoon but there was none to be found in the area.) My stomach was growling, almost howling, when I suddenly recalled the packet of asparagus and organic soba I'd picked up the day before. So I slipped out of the queue, albeit a little regretfully as is always the case after I've been queuing for awhile, and zipped home to make myself a bowl of miso asparagus soba.

Too quick and simple to be fantastic, but the sight of fresh green stalks nestled amidst the creamy brown noodles made me really happy.

:)

The silent evolution.

It wasn't too long ago that I was hitting the pool every other day and packing off on an island getaway every chance I got. It's certainly been a long while since my last proper sun soaked beach vacation, and while Krabi was moodily wet a good part of the time, going out to sea and swimming with the fishes made me release how much I've missed it.

How did it happen?

How did I go from selecting my holiday destinations by beaches to selecting it by the restaurants I want to check out?
How did I develop such a consuming passion for food?

Redang, July 2007

Sydney, May 2010

Back to the island: Krabi, Oct 2010

I used to religiously check in on my favourite yoga and wellness sites, but I read more food reviews than I do fitness news these days.

I think it's time I retipped the balance...