Archive | February, 2012


28 Feb


So what’s going on in Sydney? So far I have:

1. Took exactly 1.546 photos
2. Got lost in Sydney CBD
3. Lots of melts down and freaking out
4. Went to two cupcake stores
5. Took the wrong ferry and have to walk such a looooooonnnggggg way to look for Luna Park
6. Went to wine festival and got dizzy after two full drinks.
7. Got one-session course on how to make Soufflé from my host parent ( who happened to be pastry chef-YAY)
8. Got sick.
9. Slept the whole weekend. My host parents thought I’m dead.
10. Took comfort from washing the dishes. Talk about discovering yourself in a travel, huh?

(Btw, meet the family dog, Forrest. He’s cute,loyal, obedient, and always, always hungry-just like me)


Dreamy Eggs

19 Feb


The thing to keep in mind in learning how to cook is it doesn’t have to be complicated.  Simple flavors, simple technique, can blow you away. I even say the simplest flavors are the best, because we don’t really mess them much from what the Mother Nature has given us.

Coming from a tropical country with seriously HOT weather, even summer in Sydney gives me chill. All I wanted to do was curl underneath my lovely warm blanket, but alas, I’m starving.  (It took me 3 days to finally able to go outside without socks. – I suck, I know)

So I went downstairs and grabbed the first thing I saw in the fridge. (Thank God my host family here allows the student to utilize the kitchen!)  Eggs. The round, soft brown, familiar little thingy said the loudest hello when I peeked.  

Omelet it is.

I never took eggs seriously before this morning. I usually fried that poor thing until it’s overcooked and died and went to hell.  But since I arrived in Sydney I have developed a new little habit.

I like to listen to Jamie Oliver to sleep.

Best remedy when I can’t sleep, pop up his Ministry of Food Podcast and listen to it until I drown into deep sleep.

Guess when you do that every single night because you’re not comfortable in a strange bed in a new city, what he said sticks in your head. (Note to self: do that for the next final exam)

 I remember him saying that omelet can taste awesome rather than just an ordinary breakfast. I remember his facial expression and how he pour the oozy yellow liquid on to the pan, and make that movements in the middle of it before the eggs sets and how It would result in creamy, melt in your mouth omelets.

So I did it. And oh, bless you Jamie. I love it! It might also be the prettiest omelet I made, ever. (I actually fold it in to half a circle!)

I also sautéed couple of mushroom with butter before I poured the eggs in, but eggs are so versatile, you can just  put anything inside and it’d be delicious.

Up is the video that I’m talking about, taken from his website. But to be honest, for better quality, just subscribe his podcast at itunes. It’s free!



Dear Mr French Fries

14 Feb


I couldn’t comprehend in words how much I love you.

Sometimes it’s like love at first sight.

It’s that golden skin of yours, glistening with sizzling oil that burns the tip of my tounge.

It’s that salt crystal,
oh, that
goody thing!
melts onto my mouth every time my lips meet yours.

Firm on the outside, hard on the edges
But soft and gentle on the inside

One bite and you dissolve into me

And we become one…

You dive into me so deep, becoming fat that won’t go away even after 3 weeks of excoriating exercise.

You, my darling, has kicked away my waist line until I can’t find it anymore

You, my darling, has capture my heart.

If one day I’ll day of heart attack,
It’ll be because of you, my darling.

It’ll be because of my love for you

Happy Valentine day, Mr French Fries.


This Got Me Smiling Every time

8 Feb

Not all people understand the passion over food. 

They may understand the gratification over good food, but they won’t understand an obsession over food (Admit it, foodie passionate sometimes sounds obsessed

Julia Child…… on the other hand, 


Oh, Julia. 


Julia understand.


What is it that you really like to do?




Weekend Market

4 Feb

My visa is granted!

I am jumping with joy. After weeks and weeks waiting without any updates, an email finally arrived saying that I can enter Australia, stay, and get an internship for the length of four months.

I will arrived on the 11th, and start my internship in Sydney on the 13th.

I can say this is the first time I’m going to be away from home for so long.

The last time I was even away from home for more than a week was 7 years ago. That trip only last a month.

Now it’s 4 months. 16 weeks.

Last Christmas I actually went to Sydney on a tourist visa with my grandparents and my parents for a break from Jakarta’s pollution and traffic. Since my grandparents are not capable of walking much, we spend a lot of time staying at the hotel, or enjoying the stores around Old Sydney.

You can guess how delighted I am when suddenly they blocked the road and set up a weekend market. A Market! My friend, Putri who stays in the State always telling me about the joy of roaming farmers market on Sunday morning. I have watched countless pictures of her fruit pies and flowers as the result of her shopping. I was incredibly jealous.

The weekend market was no farmers market, there were no fruits or flowers in sight, but there were standing stores of lemonade, cupcakes (which I greedily bought all flavors), necklaces, Australian pearl, paintings and other stuff.

I was instantly hooked on one of the stand which sells natural honeys and some candied fruits. They have all kind of honey and the lady was nice and talkative. She walked us through the flavors of each honey, the health benefits from the candied fruits and how none of their product contained preservatives. It was all natural. My eyes are hooked on the creamed honey. I heard of it, my friend Evan who embarked on an exchanged study last semester in Canberra was always gushing on how nice it is and how she regretted that she failed getting one home.

I grabbed the wooden stick and sample some of the creamed honey on the spot, and boy was Evan right. It would be redundant to say that it’s creamy, but it’s true. When usual honeys are drippy and liquid, this creamed honey has the dreamy consistency of soft butter. And we all know how I like butter. The honey flavor was subtle and there’s this enhanced sweetness that is soft and velvety.

I grabbed two jars and brought it home. I sent one jar to Evan and keep one to myself. When Evan uses hers to spread on a warm toast, I hug the jar while curling over The Big Bang Theory and feed myself by the spoonfuls. Teehee.

Anyway, it’s officially H-7 and God knows how am I supposed to pack for 4 months clothes. Wish me luck!