So it's been some time since I did a bar crawl. Even rarer was doing a bar crawl while having an empty stomach. But my bar crawls are unlike most people, where I'd go to places where quality cocktails are mixed and talk the night away. But in my tipsy (but still functioning) condition of mine, after bar crawling to 5 different basr, it turns out that I am more aware of my flaws than when zero alcohol in my bloodstream.
Over just about half an hour I've engaged myself with a debate with one of my friends on, of all things, food. Or rather the approach to food. This little exercise proved to me that I am more stubborn than I actually am and reminded about the dinner that I had with my friend not too long ago. In fact I've written a post on it as well, detailing how I was essentially shot down by my friend's frank and blunt analysis. This debate proved to me once and for all that I am incredibly stubborn. Worse still, is that I am incredibly stubborn on the things that I claim to know a lot about.
I am of the opinion that a person who loves food and enjoys making it cannot confine his/her self to one set of techniques, similiarities in flavour, contrast in flavour and so on. Appreciating food while at the same time not wanting to cook in that direction to me feels very contradictory. Finding that less is more in food usually works but that doesn't mean that it is the be all and end all. Simplicity in food can be highly regarded, focusing on the freshness of a few key ingredients and that is it. Which is fine, but to appreciate bold, complex flavours and not be the least bit curious on trying it out for yourself makes me very puzzled.
But what do I know? I'm just a simple monster in disguise.
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First time hosting Australia Day barbeque. Have had loads of fun even during the earlier part of the day when there was just three of us. Very chill. And I have to say I am very happy with sorbet #4.
Too bad Federer lost.
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Roger Federer is one of the few people that makes a sport look beautiful. Every return he makes is very graceful and if you watch the slow motion replays, he is one of the few people who, not only does not make funny faces in slow motion, has a very zen expression, almost effortless. Or that of a classical pianist feeling through a piece. This is a prime example where gracefulness does not equate to weakness. Watch his backhand returns, while it looks almost artistic and gentle but the speed he can generate off his backhand is incredible. He also does not plough through a game through brute strength but with cleverness, a tactician. His personality off court as well is something to be desired. Couple these few qualities together and you'll see something wonderful.
He can be categorized under 3 words that make up the Dunhill slogan back home. Gaya. Mutu. Keunggulan. (Non Malay speakers: Style. Quality. Excellence.)
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Sigh.
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