Four days into my self-imposed holiday and I'm bored out of my skull. In between watching Jamie Oliver and Giada De Laurentiis, there's really nothing much to do but cook. So far, I've whipped up a mean zitti with sausage, basil, and tomatoes (my own recipe); a Shaker lemon pie where I had to wrestle with an uncooperative pâte brisée; and a pot of steaming pancit molo (which is a kind of beef dumpling soup); Today, I'm planning to make corn pudding.
Aside from slaving in the kitchen, I've been learning how to put on eye make up. Last night I did the smoky eye effect using black and gray eye shadow and I feel pretty smug because it actually came out really beautiful and dramatic (as opposed to looking like somebody hit you with a non-stick frying pan on both eyes -- yes, perhaps that could happen!).
I know I looked fine after the make up tutorial because Zaki just looked at me and yawned. Ripley did a double take but thereafter screamed "make-up, mommy!", which I assumed was an adamant request from a 2 year old to look 20 years older. My ever supported husband on the other hand just said, "That looks nice, babe." To which I replied, "I thought you hated make up." To which he replied, "Make-up is okay, it's jewelry that I hate." There's nothing more heartwarming than knowing that your family supports you -- yes, even with utterly trivial matters like eye make-up.
Next on my agenda is reorganizing my closet and packing. I've been putting off the latter for days now, but I guess, I have to start by taking my gigantic luggage out of the dusty plastic bag under my bed. Never mind the details of my trip, but it's going to be bittersweet and full of hope, that I'm sure of.
Aside from slaving in the kitchen, I've been learning how to put on eye make up. Last night I did the smoky eye effect using black and gray eye shadow and I feel pretty smug because it actually came out really beautiful and dramatic (as opposed to looking like somebody hit you with a non-stick frying pan on both eyes -- yes, perhaps that could happen!).
I know I looked fine after the make up tutorial because Zaki just looked at me and yawned. Ripley did a double take but thereafter screamed "make-up, mommy!", which I assumed was an adamant request from a 2 year old to look 20 years older. My ever supported husband on the other hand just said, "That looks nice, babe." To which I replied, "I thought you hated make up." To which he replied, "Make-up is okay, it's jewelry that I hate." There's nothing more heartwarming than knowing that your family supports you -- yes, even with utterly trivial matters like eye make-up.
Next on my agenda is reorganizing my closet and packing. I've been putting off the latter for days now, but I guess, I have to start by taking my gigantic luggage out of the dusty plastic bag under my bed. Never mind the details of my trip, but it's going to be bittersweet and full of hope, that I'm sure of.
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