Living in a world saturated with spectacular mega-stories and shocking, unbelievable events, there’s a unique joy in occasionally focusing on small, seemingly insignificant things. It’s akin to a refreshing breeze under a scorching Sydney sun.
These days, encountering stamps on letters and parcels is a rare occurrence. I reminisce about the time when my generation and those above collected limited edition stamps and Pokemon stickers – a practice now nearly extinct. Discovering a blog that specifically writes about nothing important, devoid of selling or advertising, is even rarer, almost privilege. It allows you, as a reader, to witness my life through the internet, akin to reading captivating letters like those between Van Gogh and his brother Theo or the poignant words in Anne Frank’s journal.
Recently, I’ve found myself cooking more than ever. The constant pondering of “What to eat today” has become a daily ritual. However, cooking blogs are fucking annoying – laggy from a barrage of video advertisements that obscure actual ingredients. Navigating through the content, sometimes hidden or not very visible, is a struggle. Despite the allure of stories about food, the excess of ads is overwhelming. I hope that recipe bloggers are, by now, millionaires due to their exposure to countless advertisement exposures. Although there’s a ‘recipe extractor’ that can sift through the ad-filled clutter, I prefer reading and approving the story about a blogger’s lifestyle before utilising their recipe. Nevertheless, the ‘recipe extractor’ is convenient, I suppose.
In the realm of wine, the journey has been diverse. Pinot on a Sunday, paired with a Sunday roast, offered a nice feminine flavor. Yet, a Tasmanian sparkling Rose with chicken pesto pasta fell short of my liking. Shiraz complemented steaks well, while Cabernet Sauvignon left an aftertaste remind of a tea cloth.
In a playful debate, I once expressed that white and sparkling wines, including champagnes, taste like kids’ drinks. To my surprise, L vehemently exclaimed, “How dare you say that!” Consideration of bottle and label design in wine selection is my personal quirk, though it remains a mystery why others don’t seem to care. Adding a bit of dessert wine to every variety has been deemed blasphemy by L, yet I find wine enjoyable due to the hope that one day.. I will discover my favourite.
So far, Sicilian wine stands out as the best, offering a harmonious blend of sourness, sweetness, fruit, flower, if I were introducing wine to someone who never tried wine, I’ll go with this one.
On the physical front, a routine of 7 km runs has become a norm. Despite my preference for the Onewheel™ riding, I can’t help but think of Django, my canine companion, as a hybrid car, seemingly recharging while in motion.
