Friday, January 04, 2008

The partying stops here.

Warning: Uber long post ahead. I mean it.
After 2 weeks of eating, partying, shopping and telly-ing, I finally get a chance to just stone in my room. Ah, room sweet room. I just made a cup of Nescafe and I have a pack of chicken, avocado and bacon sandwiches from Marks & Spencer. Shayne Ward is crooning in the background (there were cd's on sale in HMV).
Finally. Mellowness. And I have The Time Traveller's Wife waiting to be read.
But first, to blog, because mom has been complaining about the lack of news from this front.
"Hee... Lamak endar kitak nyak nyambut Krismas. Kami seari dua udah. Dianti-anti blogging nadai gak. Enda nemu urang tuai lelengau ka nemu jerita. Enda nyamai endar nadai berita didinga."
In short, she was practically urging me to blog.
Rrright. So what is it you want to know, wai Indai Maie?
Monday, December 24, 2007, 12.17pm
After the calls from home, I got a phone call from Nikki. And the rest of the CSS gang. They were having Christmas Eve dinner at Pris' okiya. Mich and I talked to everyone, and we got a bit emo. They wished they were here, while we wished we were there. We talked until they had to leave for SFX, for Christmas Vigil Mass.
Monday, December 24, 2007, 7pm
We ate our Christmas Eve dinner of pepperoni, salami and hawaian chicken pizzas while watching the chick flick, Just Like Heaven. We also had smoothie, left over chilli con carne, baby spinach salad, mozzarella sticks and BBQ pork ribs. The pizzas, cheese sticks and ribs we bought from Aldi, by the way.
Unorthodox, I have to admit, but we were happy.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 12.50am
Midnight Mass at St Mungo's just ended (twas a quick one) and the Passionist priests in full garment were walking away from the altar, in a procession headed by the altar server in front carrying the gleaming Crucifix, followed by the seminarian carrying the thurible (or wait was it thurible first then Crucifix?). I looked around, relishing the smell of incense, and saw the rest of the church singing Adeste fideles, laeti triumphantes venite venite in Bethlehem. A lot of young faces that night. Fr Paul Francis said if you please, make your way to the Middle Hall, we have tea and cakes after mass.
The girls and I hung around first, talking to other parishioners. Visited the nativity scene.

Admired the Christmas bouquets around church.

Ooh, and the Christmas tree at the altar.

Lighted candles.

And then as we were camharlot-ing around the altar, the seminarian no Van said call him Gareth! he's past the explanatory stage but Van you see I call him the seminarian because people who read my blog might not know all my friends so when I go Gareth this Gareth that wont they be wondering who is this Gareth, came along. We were so proud of him that night, by the way, Van. Fr Paul Francis welcomed and wished him a Blessed First Christmas with the Passionist Society, and many more to come in front of the whole congregation and everyone applaused. Sheesh, Dap, you digressor. As I was saying, Gareth came along and asked "Girls, arent you coming up for tea?" We said we were, but since he was there, why not another picture.

Or two. This time only with Mich and the other 2 girls I go to church with. The pictures are fuzzy because we didnt use flash. We dont like flash. Flash makes our faces shiny. Gareth said he looked fat in the picture. I rolled my eyes.

Oh my. I'm blabbering. Again. Anyway. We spent the first few hours of Christmas drinking tea and eating cake. I told Sister Maureen about my 10 pounds (weight wise, not price wise) turkey which I was going to attempt to roast later in the day. I told Jak I was going to stuff minced beef into my turkey and he looked horrified. Gareth was afraid for my turkey too. Fr Anthony, in one of his random moments, called me Posh Spice. Frankly I was flattered I looked posh enough to be called Posh. He himself is Old Spice. Di is Baby Spice. Eunice is Strange Spice. Perhaps because Eunice laughs funny. I do not know. Van, you MUST ask him what Spice you are when you get back. He's hilarious.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 11.33am

I was in the kitchen, my hands underneath the skin of ze turkey, which was previously left to soak overnight in brine and citrus. I was rubbing butter underneath the skin, and placed the fresh sage, thyme and rosemary. Because Jamie Oliver said so. What you do is you make a slit and try to move your hands around underneath the skin, in between the fat layer and the meat itself. I was so fascinated because I've never thought of it. Jamie is so clever.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 3.48pm

Eunice and Michelle were hungry. I caught them slicing pieces off the herb roasted pork I just took out of the oven. Better the pork than the turkey. They tried to wheedle some turkey wing/drumstick/any part of turkey but I refused to let them curi makan. I let them eat the left over brownie with ice cream though. I felt very grown up then.

"Kemummy-an Daphne menjelma." -- KC


Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 4.45pm

Alfred, who left for Aberdeen for Christmas, called. Eunice, Di and I made him jealous by telling him all the fun stuff we were doing, He wished he was here.


Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 5.10pm

Vasan called. "I'm so proud of you, Daphne. Michelle told me about the turkey and everything. I wish I was there. Have a blessed Christmas. I love you, take care."

If you know Vasan, you would know how much I appreciated his approval then. After all, he was my big critic when we used to cook together back in '05. He's so fussy in the kitchen. You know, the type that insists you chop garlic the right way. You GOOSE!

Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 6.45pm

Crap. The first of the guests arrived. My hair was still wet and in a state of disarray after the shower and I was still coating the chocolate banana with nuts. I had to be fast, I had to roll the banana around in the nut bowl before the chocolate sauce sets, else they wouldnt stick. I served the appetisers. Cheese crackers with brie, bacon bits and olive. Multitask, woman, multitask.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 7.30pm

I managed to not look like a mad woman who just spent the whole day cooking.

But, what's this? I said dinner is served but no one was eating yet. 'Cos everyone was busy taking pictures of everything. Or was it because the turkey was not carved yet?

I can be many things, but I'm definitely not a turkey carver. Not without having hair plastered all over my face anyway. How the heck do you remain poised when carving ? I felt very much like taking the turkey to kitchen counter, cleaver in hand, and chop my way through.

Anyway, for the main dishes, I made egg and mushroom casserole, roast pork served with tangy sweet sauce, rocket salad with chicken and mussel bits and sunflower seeds, and the turkey. Joyce made yummy roast spuds and veges, as well as whisky laced haggis & tatties.

Yep, you saw right. We even had place cards, painstakenly made by Mini Mei & Selene.

And please could I show you a picture of my roast pork. I loved it. I was a bit apprehensive but it turned out superb. I got many people asking for the recipe for the sauce. The secret: malt vinegar and brown sugar. In critical proportions. Jak loved everything. "You're a great cook, man." I was naturally pleased. He was worried that I mess up the turkey the night before and everything, remember?

Tuesday, December 25, 2007, 8.50pm

Ooh. The nutty chocolate banana was yummy. I didnt eat my brownie-based chocolate trifle.

Wednesday, December 25, 2007, 11.07pm

Battle of the 90's hits began, 'cos we ran out of Christmas songs to sing. I dont want to close my eyes I dont want to fall asleep 'cos I miss you baby and I dont want to miss a thing.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 12.30

Another glass of eggnog downed. Ooh, my, the whisky and rum tastes strong.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 3.30am

I was tired. Those who were still at the party singing softly now. Or conversing. I made tea.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 5am

Except for the one who stayed over, the remainder of the guests finally left. I slept.


Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 6.45am

I slept, didn't I? 'Cos I sure felt like I didnt. By 7.10am, I was in the Next store in Buchanan Galleries, shopping. It was dark when I left home for the Boxing Day sales, and it was dark when I got home.


Wednesday, December 26, 2007, 6.30pm

Gareth called. He was wondering whether we could make it to the movies that night before we were to part for the New Year. By then we were dead tired so, no. He asked how was my turkey, and I asked him how was Sister Maureen's turkey (Sr Maureen cooked Christmas dinner for the boys, as she affectionately calls them olde priests.) He was going back to Wales the next day for the New Year. Before we hang up, I said happy birthday, Gareth. He said, thank you, Daphne, I'll see you soon, we'll hang out, yeah? We hanged up. I still do not know what to do sometimes. They should write a book on etiquette when your friend is a seminarian.

Then, I dozed off.

And that, was how my Christmas was like, Mom. And Dad was right. The experience was one of a kind.


Indu Rumah Panjai said...

Yipee, you said me a Martha? I say you are a Martha in the making! The roasted pork sure look very nice, promise me you'll cook that dish for us when you get home. Okay, your turkey is one up compared to mine - I was tempted to stuff it with chestnuts, but you know how dadi is with his Iban taste buds - had there been turkey in Dijih during his mother's time he would have insisted that I cook like his mom's!

Any way for New Year's day I roasted leg of lamb. I tried a new recipe, the Greek twist where I pierced the meat all over and pushed in garlic and oregano into each slits, then roast it in a mixture of white wine, olive oil and lemon juice, with potatoes, onions and lemon slices on the sides. It turned out very well and dadi and Igat loved it.

Dadi has gone fishing, to entertain some top brass from Petronas and the programme is expected to last after lnch. So there's just Igat and I at home now - I had just completed my simba-ing and now sipping vodka and lime while blogging. Igat is going over to abang Jawan's house for lunch- Aaron is giving a party and Romy has invited Igat to mingle with the bujang-bujang mit.So I won't be cooking lunch, I'll just make do with cold chic salad and greens (I made roasted chic a few days ago, there's some left over).

Our resolution for 2008 is to eat healthy - eat fresh fruits, vege and less meat. So the fridge is stuffed with an assortment of vegetables and fruits - multicoloured capsicums, brocolli, cauliflower, tomatoes, celery, carrots. I want to ensure Igat shed off at least 5kg before the year is out - didnt you notice from the pictures that he had balloooned up? He is 80 kg now.

Ta ra for now, will be visiting Tuai later to check on Ini - she was ill a few days ago with asthma, batuk and exhaustion and had to be docked at Atiyi for two nights.

Thank you for the blog, tepantup ati urang tuai ke lelenggau.

LOL, mom.

MicHieBuN said...

happy new yr!!!
vasan said dat!! bet u wanted to *shing shing* then!! hehehehe...

how can michelle turn from long curly hair to straight short hair from 1230 to 330?? HOW???

Stella said...

Daph, u made me wish I was back in Glasgow. how girl, did you do all that?? Gosh.. HK pales in comparison!

Daphne Maie said...

Hi ya Mom,

Martha? Hmm. Perhaps you're right. I tried to go all out, as it was probably the first and only time I could have a full rein on Christmas dinner. All Western food some more. 'Cos you and I know if I were to do that back home, dad wont lalu makan because dad is Iban Apek. (a racial variation of Cina Apek) Haha.

Happy to know I've got your seal of approval also. Not everything I produce is like mutah uduk ok. (For benefit of the rest, mutah uduk means dog's vomit. Once I cooked alfredo for my bro's lunch and he refused to eat it because he said it looks like dogs vomit. I said it is supposed to look like that, you kampung boy! I was livid.)

Yezza, I will let you try that pork when I get home. Dad would love it too I think. My New Year's Eve dinner was very bahagia. We had dinner at this restaurant in London's Chinatown, called Four Seasons. It boasts of being specialists in roast duck, there were a lot of people so we had to wait for about 1 hour to be seated. No kidding. But, ui, nyaman eh.

Mom, you know what lawa kami ditu. We still left over bottles from Christmas; vodka, whisky, rum, coconut cream liquer, midori and chardonnay. Between Joyce and I we managed to come up with quite a range of alcoholic smoothies. I should let you try them too. Someday.

Bah. Melalut pulak saya. Take care.

Love, Pippy.

p/s when I say LOL, it means Laughing Out Loud, not, Lots of Love. But that could work too. *winks*

Daphne Maie said...


Happy New Year, darling. No, your tear-inducing gift has not shown its face yet.

Yes, Vas really did say that. At first when I told him myself, he tak percaya. He was like, "Daphie, are you sure?". Then Mich talked to him and when the phone was finally passed back to me aeons later, he said that.

The front hair bah. Mich's fringe is straight bah. In 12.30 she let her hair down. By 3.30 we've changed into our more comfy CSS shirt, and she had her hair tied up. So perhaps that's why she looked like she had straight hair in 3.30.


Hi ya Stel,

I've missed you. I didnt even get to see Osbert when I was in London. I hope you weren't moping around or anything during Christmas, since you had to be away from Ms Lamby and everyone else.

Ooh, the sales. I shopped and shopped, and you would have been proud. I've been scouring Buchanan, Sauchiehall and Argyle Streets for Things To Buy everyday since Boxing Day. Well, except for 30/12-1/1, when I was in London. I only stopped on the 3rd. I dont dare to count the receipts.

Happy New Year, Stella. Stay youthful (dont turn into a working zombie ok) and stay joyful. I want egg tarts!

Indu Rumah Panjai said...

Hi ya anak, just a word or two before going off to slumberland. We just came back from Atiyi's stall, had coffee and pistachios. Before that we had dinner at Kopitiam and dropped by at Leslie's for dadi's supply of babi kampung. Dadi is balik kampung tomorrow with abang Rampai, to check on his what else.. sawit..sawit..sawit.. he think sawit, talk sawit and sleep sawit..

Hey, go easy on the alcoholic smoothies, ok, enda perlu di tambahka membership kelab ngirup, bala aya dik di Dijih veteran magang-magang.

Nite, nite. Well, your LOL is lots of laugh, but mine is lots of love.. its an acronym, kid, you put words to suit you.. don't get stuck with apa yang biasa, search for apa yang luar biasa ... labu o labu, labi o labi, ni P Ramlee nemu meh, and he lived decades before the onset of the net ....

Cokelatrawkz said...

daph, ur turkey looks so sexy! hahhahaa.... Merry Christmas dear!

Daphne Maie said...

Hi Patti,

Dah gerai nuan? Turkey ku sexy? Bwahahahaha!

Sheena said...

Why no one call me?? *sob sob*

Daphne Maie said...

Ah, I had to call Vas twice to remind him to call me back. Kalau tak, heh.

We still love you, Soton goose.

Stella said...

Alcoholic smoothies rule! hahah
Yes. i am proud of ur shopping... I have vowed to stop, but i cant. there is too many things to buy and too little time! :)
i miss u too.. Osbert is not to far.. he is in Newcastle.. they have good wantan mee there..
and four seasons is good, but there is another better one elsewhere! the chef moved!

i will buy u egg tart when u come here! xxx