On top of it, I put in a bit of caramelised grilled onions.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Recipe: Dak Bulgogi - Spicy Korean BBQ Chicken
On top of it, I put in a bit of caramelised grilled onions.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Yishun’s Bottle Tree Park
The good thing about bottle tree park is that they have an electrical grill near the pond, for people to grill prawns on the spot.
The thing about prawn fishing is that it is rather cruel spots. Called me a hypocrite, although I am a meat-eater, but I can’t bear to kill them myself. In the end, Mindy and Jade had to wash, cut off their long claws, skewed them for me to cook them. Mindy joked that if we were back to prehistoric times, Jade will be the hunter, she will be the processor and I will be the chef.
Nope I did not felt better after hearing it. I was really bad.
It was interesting, but somewhat cruel activity. I think I still prefer to delude myself with packed meat and dead seafood.
To those prawns that I have cooked that day, may your souls rest in peace and be born a better being.
Amibatha…
For those who are not that sentimental, please do visit Bottle Tree Park. It is a relaxing place with many back-to-natural activities for one to rub off those city-stresses.
Visit their website for more details:
http://www.bottletree.com.sg/
Friday, October 2, 2009
Good Luck Birthday Noodles
Monday, September 21, 2009
Past A Quarter of A Century Old
That day, I felt so contented as I realised that I have a lot of things.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Selamat Hari Raya!
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Pigeon Flew Away This Morning!
Friday, September 18, 2009
Last Day of Hungry Ghost Month
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A Fated Intervention – Took Home A Wounded Pigeon to Nurse
Not that I am Lim Dai Yu or I am relating an ancient story where the gentle (Not me definitely) female lead character took home a wounded animal to nurse on behalf of the male lead character, but I just took a wounded pigeon home (out of my own accord) to nurse. I believed it is all fated.
Was on my way to work this morning when suddenly I heard some rustling sound coming out from a nearby bush. Out of curiosity (what’s new…), I went to the source of the commotion to take a closer look.
It turned out that an adolescent orange-fur tabby cat managed caught a pigeon and was trying to tug it deeper into the bush to eat it. Luckily for the pigeon (and too bad for the cat), the cat was distracted by my presence and the pigeon took chance to hop off. Worried that the cat would pursue it, I shooed it off, hopping that the bird would have a chance to survive.
I went off hurriedly to work as the cat ran off, putting the incident behind me. I was only reminded of it as I was walking home in the evening. I saw a man squatting near a bird, cooing it. Something is wrong with the bird, I thought to myself. The sky is almost dark and it did not fly off with its friends…
As I walked closer, I noticed that it was a pigeon and that it could be the pigeon I saved this morning! Usually, I would struggle with thoughts on whether my mum would kill me if I bring it home , but strangely I did not even betted an eye lid this time round and told the uncle that it was wounded by a cat and that I am going to bring it home.
Honestly, I couldn’t really catch the pigeon even though it was wounded. My god, it could run really fast. Luckily, the uncle volunteer to catch it for me. I was a bit scare at first at the thought of holding the bird as it kept flapping one of the wings, but somehow I got hold of myself and just took over it from the Uncle nonchalantly. I remembered walk home at usual speed.
Mum was watching TV at the living room when I reached home. I hold the bird for her to see and told her the story. (Surprisingly) She did not scold me and even urged me to bring it to a vet. Not sure whether veterinary clinic would still operate at this hour, I decided to nurse it myself. Since it cannot fly, I conveniently put it into a cupboard box.
The pigeon was in good condition despite it cannot fly. The nasty cat took a big bite out of the bird’s breast. The wing was also slightly scratched by the claws. I applied some antiseptic cream on the wounds and even managed to feed it water. It could still drink by itself.
(Didn’t manage to take a picture as both of my hands were occupied)
I really hope that it would survive. Will try to feed it with some food tomorrow morning and see if the conditions improves.
I will update everyone about it again. :)
Ps: For easy remembrance sake, I have decided to name the pigeon – Percy!




















