Come to think of it, I feel very appreciative towards Baby. He is there to help without a word of complain. How many man agree to mingle around with the ladies and help with baking? But the greatest chef or cook in this world is a man! And Baby did the task just as well. He took over the difficult tasks, giving us comments on the cookies, helping me to make the dough because I find it strenuous to keep kneading the dough. Helping us to buy (last min) the agar agar powder, getting me my dinner, and the greatest thing about him is, he is not the Chauvinist type whom think that cooking or baking should be a woman's job.
But then again, his engineering instinct hovers around during the baking process with me witnessing him wanting to put the bowl of butter on top of the oven in order to speed up the melting process, cutting the tracing paper with a pen in hand to trace out a circle before cutting it, his adventurous nature to add whatever he think he can find from the fridge as topping to the cookies. He is a big giant with a detailed heart.
And so I am very appreciative of what you have did. Thank you. :)
The Lotus painting is done after almost about 6 mths gone. Not that I took 6 mths to complete it. But I was not able to grasp the right way and mood to paint it. It was not my strength to paint flowers. Anyway, I managed to rush it out just during the past two weeks and handed it to my Dean already. Its definitely hard to tell him how much the painting should cost but I rather leave it to him to give it a price. You know, the complicatio if you charge a price which he finds it has overcharging, or I give it a miserably low price and I will feel short changed. Nevertheless, that's over! Another task off my shoulder.
Then was busy with spring cleaning, trying to make my room less untidy.
Work is always getting more and more busy. Life is very much happier now, many things that I have outgrown with, more contented and less demanding and more receptive of imperfection.
Our cookies!
Agar agar made by me!
The completed painting
My hurt finger after cleaning that damn window. @#!*&%^!
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