Ever since work started for me, I find myself leading a quieter but (probably) better lifestyle. Working honestly isn't tiring, but oddly, there's this part of me feeling 'mentally-tired' to go out. I'm too tired to catch a movie, too tired to meet my friends, and too tired to leave my home (to the extent that I've been cooking instant noodles for lunch). It's a first kind of experience..
True enough, the long hours of standing was never an issue for me, it's the stress I put on myself that made me mentally-drained. I fear acts of carelessness, making blunders and most of all, doing the things that I've done before wrongly.
It's been a few weeks at the restaurant, so this makes me feel that underperforming is not accepted anymore. Plus when the service time gets crazy, when all the dessert orders 'fire' together, when the two timers next to the oven start counting, or sometimes when the head chef walks over, the competition between time and me (us) unknowingly makes me stress.
That's life out there. Being in school rarely give me such reflections, but I have to say I really treasure this a lot.
In fact it's not something I notice until now, as I write this. Because all of a sudden, I realise I stopped catching up with my friends as frequently, going for movies once a week..... all I want to do after/before work is bake.
It was the same for Saturday too... I woke up a few times in the morning, convincing myself to sleep a little longer until I finally gave up. It was 9.30am. I wanted to bake biscuits, by that I do not mean Irish Buttermilk Scones (although I wouldn't mind too ^^). I want to make my childhood biscuits, something that can bring me away :)
I took quite a long time finding the recipe because I only knew them as "biscuits" at home. Their actual name is "Petit Beurre" which means little butter in French. I'd still prefer to call them biscuits though. It sounds so simple, child-like and its afterall what I grew up calling them! I work on the dough immediately, roll them, chill them, cut them and kept it away into the freezer.
I baked them this morning and tray after tray of biscuits that went into the oven looked promising. When the first batch finally cool down, I took my first bite excitedly (and anxiously).
It was really the biscuit I was looking for. The biscuit I used to eat every afternoon after kindergarten and dipping them into a cup of hot Milo. It sure brings back a lot of fond memories =)Although many things have changed over the years, I still have to say that I went through a really happy childhood. It was simple, playing cookery, hide&seek, and eating Ribena Ice-pops with my brothers!
On a pretty random note, my brother was actually asking me
"why are you taking pictures of something not even made by you"
Omg, I felt super flattered. The biscuits look identical so my brother thought I bought them LOL! :D
