Oyster omelette is my kind of supper food. Something about the oyster makes me crave passionately for it especially deep in the middle of the night.
Maybe it has to do with my father who used to buy us oyster omelette for supper. So everytime I eat good tasting oyster omelette, I’m transported back to my childhood days.
Recently, my husband found a stall at Ang Mo Kio Street 31 that serves great tasting oyster omelette. For the past two weeks, he had no luck getting it for supper. Either he is too late, or the stall was closed for business. So two days ago, we ventured out earlier to try our luck and we were indeed lucky!
If you know oyster omelette, it’s made up mainly of tapioca flour mix and eggs apart from the oysters. The mix has to be well done and it shouldn’t be overly fried. This stall has got it just right. Way better than the Geylang stall which we used to eat at. I’ve also tried this recipe, using oyster mushrooms and it taste quite good too!
Oysters are actually one of the most nutritionally well balanced of foods, containing protein, carbohydrates and lipids. In fact, I read that oysters are an ideal food for inclusion in low-cholesterol diets. Plus, they are an excellent aphrodisiac. Aha! That’s why eating it in the night makes more sense! But they have to be eaten raw to be effective. Hehe…try telling that to my husband or those people who just won’t eat it and they’re probably shudder with fear.
As for me, I’ll lap them all up. The eggs, the starch, the parsley, the chilli and definitely, the oysters. YUMS!
My suspicions are confirmed. He is really only a domesticated monster who wants to torment his parents.
How do I know? Because his teacher described him at this morning’s parent teacher meet as soft spoken.
HAHA. I think he knows better than to misbehave OUTSIDE his own territory and get into trouble with other adults. I also suppose the monster in him is SUPPRESSED only because he is quite shy in that environment. Which is why his teacher thinks he isn’t able to express himself very well even though we know him as a very talkative and expressive boy.
Hopefully he will become more confident in time along with improving his attention span and ability to grip his pencil. Something else that he is still weak at, for the moment.
But I’m glad to learn from his teacher that he has fully overcome the initial separation anxieties and adjusting quite well. According to her, he enjoys his food, eats heartily and asks for three to four extra helpings sometimes. He is also playing quite well, and doesn’t have problems socialising with the others.
Well, I’m just relieved to know that for now.
So after looking at shelves and shelves of detergents, disinfectants, shampoo, what have you…we headed for tea. I meet up with Godma frequently but rarely without Gavin. This is quite a nice breather for both of us, especially to trade gossips.
Anyway, something very funny came out of our gossips and I just have to blog about this one cos it involves… BLOGGING!
I was told that one of our common friends, Bella, is extremely busy helping her teenage son fan off secret admirers. It seems that her good looking son has a string of girls wanting to be his girlfriends. Haha. And in her bid to stay involved in her son’s life, she has started tracking not only his blog, but blogs of his friends, particularly the girls!
Apparently, she is not alone doing this. She even has the support of a community of mummies who will sound one another out if they find their children’s names mentioned in another kid’s blog. “Hey, I saw your son’s name mentioned in this blog. Here’s the address. Quick go and check what is written!”
Geez…parents these days really need to be very technologically savvy to keep track of their children. It’s a fine line between privacy and responsibility. I am sure the kids won’t like it if they know. But from a parent’s standpoint, I think this might be necessary just to know what is going on and keep your own child out of trouble.
Such a contrast too! Here I am, a crazy blogging mummy while my friend is a mummy busy tracking blogs of her kid and his friends. Well, who knows? When it is my time, I might even have to hire a professional to do the job for me. :razz:
My sweet looking son is a bit of a monster. Depending on the weather for the day, he could be any of the following:
- Tantrum Monster who screams, cries and throws his toys.
- Whiney Monster who goes “Nehehehehehehe” for hours (if we let him.)
- Doodle Monster who draws everywhere else except on the designated paper.
- Spit Monster who spits out all his food and drink.
- Wakeful Monster who wouldn’t go to sleep and becomes bigtime cranky.
Today however, he is Monster Gavin. Because today he is very powerful and has combined all five in one.
Very scary…and I want to run away!
It’s been four years since I’ve bought myself a new bra. Not counting the maternity bras bought during pregnant days.
Neh. I’ve not been wearing the same old bras for the past four years. In fact I’m wearing new bras. Yes, more than a dozen brand new bras bought four years ago in Bangkok, but at a cup size too small. I wasn’t able to wear them pre-pregnancy, during pregnancy, nor post-pregnancy. However, I am able to wear them since I’ve weaned Gavin off just after three months of breastfeeding.
Why? My baby zapped away half the fats from my breasts that’s why!
I used to very amply endowed despite being petite. Cup C, no need for maximiser. I remember a gynae once looked at my boobs and asked me if they’re real. I even had to go for a mammogram because of their size. And there were certain tops or dresses I couldn’t wear because they make me looked too top heavy.
But now, all these problems are gone. In fact, I cannot wear my old bras now because they’re a cup too big. Despite what I’ve read in books and all, my breasts never got back to pre-pregnancy size. Neh. They’ve been shrunk to half the previous size. Ask my husband. He can attest to that.
One of my friends who used to be very buxomy also told me the same thing. She has four kids, and she breastfed all of them at a longer period than I did. Well, when I last saw her, she looked all right to me, though I’m not certain if that was a heavily padded bra she wore.
Having said that, I’m not resentful about my smaller breasts now. Really. At the least, I can now wear tank tops without looking too fat. I don’t know about my husband though, but if he minds, he never showed.
Oh, and why did I buy bras that were one cup too small for me four years ago? Because the department stores in Bangkok did not have my size but die die, I wanted to buy the bras which were going for a steal. Cheapo charlie right? Hehe. I know. But they come in handy now. 
