Disaster.

Note to self: Some things in life just cannot be meddled with.

Just tried making some beef noodles with dumplings, seeing as I had spare minced beef, mushrooms and flour I needed to use up. Accidentally put a little too much water into the mixture (had turned the tap a little too vigourously) and realised I had not enough flour to compensate for it. And then remembered I had cornflour - half a packet, in fact, a relic from years past that I had to use up as well - and made a spur of the moment decision to add it to the mixture. Thought that since it looked similar and had a role in thickening stuff up it'd work. Somehow.

Seemed like a good idea, at that time.

Obviously it wasn't, and I ended up with a semi-gooey texture, similar to that of sweet-and-sour 'sichuan' soup from dubious Chinese restaurants. Yes I do mean semi-gooey, it occupies that middle ground between an ill-meaning suspension (well technically it is one, isn't it?) of unidentifiable constituents¹, and goo². Like a food play experiment gone very wrong.

Eww indeed.

Am not looking forward to eating it.


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^1.I didn't add any oil - if I did would I have turned it into an emulsion, perhaps? Need some chemists' input here.
2. Interestingly, type 'goo' into yahoo search and google dominates the search results?! Wrong on so many levels, isn't it.

Missing.

I honestly believe there's a part of you that lingers in those closest to you; a part that will always remain missing, until you meet again.

Some say absence makes the heart fonder, the passage of time brushing away the little imperfections that grate on you when you're in constant, close contact. I say the cliche is true - nobody's perfect, and we can only decide what we notice, what we remember, and what we hold important.

I think I've only become more of a softie than the one I used to be years ago.

How ah, how. Becoming an old man already, leh.