Sunday, 1 October 2006
I baked yesterday. A batch of chocolate chip and raisin oatmeal cookies, which turned out quite well. And since I don’t have an electric mixer, I learned there and then that the job of creaming butter and sugar can be undertaken just as well with a pair of forks. It’s not that hard work either (so long as the butter’s already more or less at room temperature), plus it’s SO much easier to clean than all the bits and bobs of an electrical appliance. Just mash the mixture by pressing it through the forks’ prongs in a large mixing bowl.
Baking is therapeutic for me. I guess it was also indicative of the level of stress I’m dealing with at work (the other telltale sign is my worsening skin condition). The past few weekends have entailed working on office affairs in order to meet deadlines. A launch event’s coming up in November, and we haven’t even gotten round to getting the top level management to approve our ad agency’s quotation. It’s irritatingly inefficient and sloooow.
On a happier note, I now have a noticeable bump to show off. I’m 15 weeks pregnant, and loving every moment of it. I last went for a checkup with another gynae on Thursday, and the ultrasound scan revealed a very active, healthy baby—it was tossing and turning, giving the doctor a hard time while he was trying to examine it for any signs of abnormalities. I just marvelled at the sight.
Right now, Han and I are sipping hot lemon tea in our study, quietly doing our own things with the comforting thought that we’re keeping each other company. Weekends should always be this restful and restorative.