December already?!

Time really fly by this year. It was just my wedding earlier this year and now it is already at the end of the year. In another month, hub n I will be celebrating our first year anniversary. Wooo… wow…

 

Looking back, I am really thankful for this year as God has been really nice and kind to me. He took care of me and make sure I stay quite healthy this year (For those who don’t know me well – my family nicknamed me tofu / sickpot ;p hehehe..). 

He help me to manage (time and money) to squeeze in a mini holiday with my family for 2 weeks in Melbourne, 1 week of R&R in Phuket with hubby, weekend food crawl getaway in Penang and 3 days in Kuching with my great and cool friends.

 

Aside from that, He sprinkled me with blessings here and there on my daily life. Making sure I get to work and home safely, drop in little sunshine when my days are down, help me to get MBSA approval for my new home (faster than I expected), help me to pass the Kuching custom when I lost the little white form, getting jobs for both my younger siblings and many more.

 He also surrounds me with family and friends who constantly love and pamper me. On top of all that, He manages to throw in for me a great hubby!!! (hehehee…)

 Wow – 2011 was great and I really thank God for every beautiful and bad times He gave me. I learn a lot this year and I pray that 2012 will be even more beautiful (I seriously will need it since the renovation of the house begins soon… pray for me too!!!)

 

French Galettes and Crêpes

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When crêpes are mention, the first thought is usually towards the sweet thin pancake splatter with chocolate and banana, which I always buy whenever I am around Paris area.

So when I had the opportunity to travel to Quimper (a quaint little town in the Bretagne area), a friend brought me to try the Breton Galettes. It brought a whole new dimension on the world of crêperies to me. Initially, I thought galette that he was referring to was the thin biscuit type (which I tried in Japan before). 

I knew crêpes are a French thing (of course many British could claim the fame to this invention) but I never knew it was originated from Bretagne (Brittany). After some research, I learned that Galettes are from the Upper Bretagne and Crêpes are from the lower Bretagne. Galettes are usually referring to savoury crêpes made with buckwheat flour. 

We went to this little restaurant, Crêperie de Locmaria. This restaurant specialises in Galettes and Crêperies using organic products. (Sort of gives it a special edge I guess since this town is full of crêperies)

 

To go with the galette, my friend ordered the cidre (apple cider with 5% alcohol). According to him, it is typical to have galette with cidre. The cidre is very interesting and reminds me a lot of sparkling wines I have fromAustralia. It is less sweet and carries a sharp tang. And typically, you have to drink the cidre from a bowl. So, each of us were given a small red ceramic bowl. So cute !!!  

 We ordered the Galette with Andouille (typical Bretagne smoked sausage) and sunny side up egg and also Galette with mushroom and egg. I love it !!! It was crispy and light. When you have it with drenched with the runny egg yolk, it was sooooo good.

 

 

After we polished off our Galettes, it’s dessert time !!!

He insists that I try the traditional Crêpe with salted butter caramel. We also had the Crêpe with caramelised apple. It was so good… !!! the crêpe with salted butter caramel reminds me of crispy fresh caramel popcorn. Yummz…

 

After having crêpes from Bretagne, I see the big difference compare to those I had previously inParis. Those from Bretagne ROCKS !!!

Trust corelated to responsibility

Just back from a 2 weeks business trip in Germany and France.

This has got to be the most tiring business trip ever for me. Previously, I’ve gone on 3 weeks and even close to 4 weeks business trip (with almost different city and different hotels every night) and I was fine. BUT, this round was crazy. I could feel like my whole body was draining and wilting away.

On the last few days, I come to the conclusion that it is mainly the results of 2 factors.

1) I am really unfit and unhealthy. Been doing almost ZERO exercise since the wedding. ;p

2) The amount of trust placed on my shoulder is so much I feel so tense with responsibility that I wasn’t able to relax.

Seriously, I think it was more of the latter (close to 80% of the reason)

This round, I was paired to go on the business trip with a colleague who had never travel much and is someone whom I have never worked together with. So, it was very much of a discovery and get-to-know-you session almost every night after the meetings and train rides / flights. She’s a meek quiet and gentle person. It wasreally nice to travel with someone who can remain silent for a long time (when you are stuck in the meeting and talking for hours – you want to stop talking after that). 

She trusted me entirely for the whole trip since I am more experienced in handling european clients and travelling around Germany and France. But, I would never guess such trust can be such a big responsibility. She carries no mobilephone or watch during the WHOLE trip. It was one thing which shocked me since business trips usually means really tight time management. She relies solely on me to let her know when to wake up, when to eat, when to sleep, when to pack, when to ran and etc. (sadly – we almost miss our train when I accidently forgot to set my alarm). But, even then, she continues to place her trust in me. Scary eh? It got to a point that I started nagging her on every little things, making sure she’s always one step behind me and not running off by herself.

It was then I realised that the more the person trust you, the more responsible you feel for the person. Sometimes, such responsibility is so huge that it become a bit suffocating.

I guess it’s abit like the relationship between a child and parent. when we are younger and don’t know anything, we trust our parents on everything (Even when they tell us things like to sit quietly in the car (during long trip) or the police will catch up and lock us up in jail – yes, my parents are evil). Over the next 15 years or so (less and less nowadays), we rely heavily on our parents, trusting them blindly on everything. I can just imagine the weight of this burden and now begin to understand why mom yells at me when I get home a tad late or if we forgot to call to let her know we are not coming back straight after school.

I have only resume the responsibility for 2 weeks which might be only a slight fraction of what parents undergo and already I was turning into a naggy maniac. I shudder to think how I would be if I became a mom myself.

So, mom – thanks for everything you have done for us. (even the nagging and yelling and forcing us to do things which we don’t want to)