The One Day I Got Horny (4)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

PART THREE IS HERE


It was 10 minutes of fucking with, literally, no end in sight. For him, I mean. I knew at some point he would tire and withdraw... but for now he would pound into me until he decided he was done. 

He had just had a cum and it was too soon for another. That didn't stop him from getting hard enough to penetrate me tho. He likes me on my front, so I can squeeze his cock with my butt cheeks. He likes that a lot, and if it wasn't for the fact that he had just cum 10 minutes ago he would surely have fired his load by now. 

He flips us both on our sides and is still fucking me. Hand tight around my neck, then a finger in my mouth. I automatically suck on it. It's never been any rule or protocol, the sucking, cleaning up, or anything like that. But I do it instinctively. I know he enjoys it. When Roger drips his last vestiges of cum as we're cuddling he'll draw my attention to it. "He's dripping," he'll say. I think in the beginning he expected me to procure a tissue to mop it up, but I have always preferred sucking / licking him clean. Too much oral attention, tho, and he starts making those "dangerous" noises again... the ones that signal his desire building. 

I digress. 

Sucking. I suck on his finger, he enjoys it, I can tell. He gets harder inside me. 

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Eventually when we're snuggling together we talk about what's been going on around Blogland. I tell him about the search for quieter implements. And we start experimenting. 

A hand or belt is definitely going to make some very distinct noises. What about the flogger that Fiona gave us? We pull open the drawer and he stands over it, naked, arms akimbo, surveying all the weapons he has at his disposal. 

He tries the flogger (it's a lovely turqoise one, made by the equally lovely Conina) but it makes a kind of swooshy splat. The Christmas paddle (was that almost 9 years ago??) is a definite no. That's one noisy fucker. We don't even bother to test it out. And I'm not the biggest fan of how it feels either. It's mostly a sentimental implement.  

"I know," he proclaims. He pulls out the dog training stick... I don't know why they call it that, or how it's used to train animals... but I have one, and we've used it before, but not for animal training, you would have guessed. The black spade shaped thing at the end had been pulled off long ago, cos we wanted it for a cane-like implement more than a paddle-y one. 

It kinda works I suppose. It has a muffled thuddy whack rather than a splat. But it's heavy and would definitely bruise - not in a good way either. 

"Daddy, try the cane. I don't think it will be too loud... " I ask hopefully. 

BIKSS is sure it would make a tell-tale noise.

Hm... unless...

He picks up the sturdier one and gets to work on my ass with light (but pretty rapid and constant) tappety taps. 

I dare say the "drumming" he does with that cane feels quite comforting. A nice warm glow starts to spread over my bum and I relax into the pillows... 

Ever so often he adds some weight to a stroke and I'm surprised by the sting. But that's what makes it so lovely - that I never know what's coming next. 

tap tap tap TAP tap TAp tap TAP Tap tap tap tap tap tap THWACK tap tap ... you get the idea. 

He's done. And I'm rubbing and we're talking some more.

"I only asked for 2 stripes, spaced out... so that it won't sound like I'm getting whacked in here. That was NOT what I had in mind." I giggle. 

He laughs and goes to get the cane to try again. 

But he doesn't do the 2 swishes this time either. More tappety taps. I think they are his warm ups (and by that I mean a warm-up for himself, not for my bum) and then after about 8-10 taps he lets a heavy one drop. And he continues like this for a fair bit.

It's still nowhere as ouchy as I know he's given it before... and we start talking about percentages. What amount of force he's using, what level of pain I'm feeling... we're nothing if not communicative. 

After a debrief of sorts and just as it's about time for us to call it a night he picks up the cane again and is determined to give his girl what she asked for. 

2. That's what I had said earlier. And so that's what I got. 

And then another 2. 

Good golly. The man has some serious trouble with counting, methinks. 

We tumble about and I tease him about that. "Those were nice ones, but I probably could handle a bit more, you know, since we're talking about what you imagine the pain to be versus how much force you're using." 

"Well, we could definitely give it a go the next time, if you want. I could use more force. Give you harder strokes. Or more in number. IF you want me to.... DO you want me to?"

I bite my lip. If there's one lesson I HAVE learned over these years, it's be careful what you wish for.

There's a twinkle in his eye. He fully intends to use whatever I say next against me... I know the way his brain works. 

"How about, um, we'll see what happens, and um, let's just not commit to anything right now ok?"

He laughs. Crisis averted. For now, anyway.

And now I hope you enjoy these vignettes. Compliments are always welcome. 😜 (Because I'm shameless!)

5 mins post-caning

Lone stripe the morning after

Faded to a mere shadow by the second morning

THE END

The One Day I Got Horny (3)

PART ONE IS HERE

PART TWO IS HERE

He pinches my left nipple. I moan. He's encouraged by this. Moves his hand down to my slit. 

"Oh Daddy but I just cleaned up... don't make me wet again?"

"Why not?"

"Because!"

"What? You can clean up again."

"I know but..."

He's moved back to my nipple. 

"Don't get wet, don't get wet, don't get wet... " I chant. To distract myself from the intermittent flashes of pain that are coming from my tit. For if I let myself enjoy the pain, then SURELY she would get wet again.

"Oh a challenge?" he raises an eyebrow. 

And at this point I know I am doomed. 

"No. Not at all. Merely me trying to be in control of my pussy." Is that an adequate response? I wonder, but if I'm to be honest, I know it was probably the most useless thing I had said all night. 

And now he's twisting my nip and pinching and pulling with renewed vigour. I'm on my back, my knees are bent and legs apart. He's lying on his side, and his face is almost touching mine. His breath is hot on my cheek. I hear him growl into my ear. "Get wet. Now." 

I'm a goner. I swear she's dripping. He suspects so too. And goes to check. He mutters something in approval but I'm already too far gone to hear him. I'm concentrating on his fingers pounding my pussy. He doesn't just slip in and out, he's finger-fucking me like there's no tomorrow. I'm squirming and panting and flipping my head to the left and right, ridiculous, really, as there's no bluddy use in doing that is there? My head could drop off and my pussy would still be at the mercy of his fingers. 

Eventually he relents and pulls out, and for 2 seconds, between the time he takes to exit my cunt and land on my clit, I begin to calm down. Then he's on my bud, circling it, big circles, little circles; light strokes, firm strokes; slowly sliding his fingers over my nub, eventually working his way up to full on rubbing. 

I'm twitching and twisting every way imaginable. He stops. And takes advantage of my renewed wetness to enter me again. 

On and on, he plays this game, alternating between fingering my cunt and torturing my clit. 

"It occurs to me," I venture, my voice catching between sharp intakes of breath, "that whenever your fingers come out of me I get the sense that you mean to imply you're giving my pussy a rest."

He smiles his evil smile. 

"But then you go on and play with my clit with such determination that I would like to inform you that it is, in fact, not restful for me at all!"

He chortles. I catch him in a smirk. I call him on it. 

"I'm not smirking," he says. "This is smirking" he demonstrates, without letting up on my clit at all. "I'm doing this."

Well, thank you for that lesson, Daddy. But it makes no difference whether you think what you're doing is smirking or not. For I know you're enjoying this way too thoroughly and I'm getting exhausted from all the heavy breathing and panting. 

"I need a rest Daddy. Pussy needs rest?"

He pauses. Leans in.

"No." 

A matter-of-fact No. Nothing wicked. Nothing nefarious. No teasing in it. No twinkling eye. Just a flat No. 

And I get wetter. She's a wretched thing! Has a mind of her own and I hate her for it. 

I wriggle for what feels like a long time, but is probably 15 seconds, and try again.

"Please Daddy... pussy needs rest..." this time I'm whining. 

And again, without skipping a beat with his fingers, "No."

Argh. And again, that familiar jolt of electricity shoots through my belly, down between my legs. 

I feel helpless. And I relish in that feeling. Play with me. Toy with me. Do whatever you want to do with me. I'm in no pain, no risk of injury, no dire hardship, you know? 

Honestly, he didn't need to stop. And he knew it. And I knew it.

The One Day I Got Horny (2)

PART ONE IS HERE


He fucked me with his fingers, good and proper, and it's a good thing I was already bent over double treating myself to his cock in my mouth, for with the amount of slamming into me he was doing, I surely wouldn't have been able to keep myself upright anyway. 

This went on too long. I wanted his cock in my pussy. Like NOW.  I couldn't wait. But I was already way too needy this evening so I told myself to be patient. He was hard. Had been suffering an erection for a while now. He would be eager to fuck soon anyway. Any moment now. But the man made no move to proceed to the main event. His fingers left my cunt and teased my lips. I was empty and even more desperate for a good fucking now. 

Oh for fuck's sake - I mean, literally! Enough was enough. I let Roger out of my mouth and sat up. He saw the hunger in my eyes. And he teased me with a twinkle in his.

"Little girl wanna get fucked now huh?" 

I swear he loves doing this. He finds too much pleasure in seeing that look on my face. The look that tells him I'm begging for him to fuck me. 

"Yes please." 

"On your back." 

Thank goodness he never denies me when I make such a request. Only, sometimes he makes me ask him with my words. 

"Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do."

And I feel so self-conscious, but I say it anyway. I have to. "Will you fuck me now please?"

But this time I'm spared. 

And Oh Sweet Jellybeans. He entered me and I wanted to cry. 

The One Day I Got Horny (1)

I've been reading at Anarie Brady's blog... and well, those stories are just the right amount of kink and D/s for my brain to send signals to my girly bits to wake the hell up. 

And so it came to be that yesterday (at work no less) I was feeling terribly, terribly horny (having read some posts the night before) and when I had gone to the loo, and I confessed this to BIKSS later, I couldn't help but use the hand held bidet hose thing (which is called a shataff in the Middle East, I learned while looking up its actual name for this post) to indulge in a cum whilst sitting on the toilet bowl. 

(I feel like this blog is the only place I will be allowed to admit this without incurring judgement.) 

After I got home, instead of quitting I decided to continue reading, and of course since I had all my toys with me, availed myself of the services of my vibrator and had two more cums. Le sigh. For months and months my puss runs dry and suddenly she's ready to explode 3 times in a day. 

And more, to be honest. I was so desperate that I sent a text to BIKSS telling him how I felt.

I mean, he wasn't going to let a rare opportunity like that slip through his fingers, was he?

He popped round after dinner and I was so eager I bet he could smell my wetness through my clothes. Entering my bedroom he sat on the bed and pulled his socks off. 5 seconds later I had seen to it that he was naked waist-down, and Roger enveloped by my greedy mouth. 

"I'm so sorry... " I began, albeit muffledly (is that a word?) "to put you out like this, but I seriously needed some cock."

Now BIKSS knows I don't mince words, and he also knows I'll ask for something if I need it. (He taught me how to do that, and I think I've successfully mastered the art of asking!) He chuckled (with grunts in between as I continued to suck on Roger) and replied that he didn't mind AT ALL and was quite happy to oblige. 

He reached down and pinched a nipple, twisted it. I don't know really. I didn't care. All I felt was a jolt of electricity shooting straight down from tit to clit. I let out a moan. He stroked my hair. I knew what he was going to do. He does this, you see. He strokes my head, which lulls me into a sense of contentedness, and then he'll gather up a fistful of my hair, not quite "grab", but a gentle, slow, deliberate movement. And then a slight push. And a pinch of my nipple to go along with it. 

My head moves forward, I lean my forehead on the lower part of his belly as Roger sinks deeper into my mouth, reaching towards the back of my throat.

I relax my jaw and let the muscles in the back of my mouth get used to his length and then, as if taking that as a signal, he thrusts at me a few times, pushing himself farther in. At this point I start to gag. My eyes tear up. The snot begins to form. Soon enough I'll be sniffling. He stops after the first sign of choking. Hand still firmly grasping my hair. I move off his cock a little bit to regain some composure and he lets me. Just enough to see me look up at him and blink the tears out of my eyes. I smile and he resumes his head-push. Or pull. We had a conversation about that last night - "Am I pushing your head down? Or pulling it down? I mean I'm pulling towards me but that pushes your head against my body... well, anyway, that."

Yes that. He continues doing that and after a longer bit of gagging, about 3 or 4 distinct retches maybe, he lets me pull away again to recover. Sometimes he doesn't continue to move my head, choosing to move himself into me instead, as he holds my head steady. A hand lands on my cheek. Gosh but my pussy is swollen I bet. More slaps on my face. I'm nothing if not feeling submissive by now.

We tumble about and somehow I'm on my side and he's got his fingers on my slit. Push them in, I plead in my head. He doesn't tho. He's playing with my lips and my clit... and I'm aching for something to enter my hole. 

He rights himself, and I get back into blowjob position, kneeling between his legs, to continue, of course. 

"Uh-uh. Here." He points at a spot on the bed to the right of his hip. I move and kneel there, knees apart. My inner sub is released. This. I haven't felt like this in a long time. Being told -  nay, instructed; complying without hesitation; and doing as he wishes. Then as he resumes his finger dance on my clit, I twist my torso ever so slightly and lean downwards to continue sucking on Roger from my new position. I am rewarded with a finger sliding in. 

The White Edition

It was free shipping, you see. And I had just chucked out some tanks, you see. One of which was a white one. And today when I grabbed my ONE white tee shirt to wear under my navy summer blazer, I realised I was in desperate need of more white tops, you see.

I showed my order to BIKSS. He approved of all of them. "Oh that's pretty" he said when I showed him the second one. 

And his eyes lit up at the third "Ooh, I LIKE that one!"

I must have looked surprised at his reactions to my selection, cos he continued with "What? I really DO like white tops!" 

And now I know. 

I mean, I get that he likes the white-shirt-and-jeans look, but I honestly didn't have a clue that he liked white this much.

The poor fella. I mean, most of my clothes (at least 60%)  are black or black-based. And so now I feel a little bit bad. Oops. Well, if he had said something... I might have done something about it.  I mean seriously, I have the ONE white button up shirt, ONE v-neck tee and, up till Sunday last week, the ONE white tank. That's all the white I own(ed). I'm down to 2 pieces. 

Thankfully this next delivery will remedy that! 

My Mood Pic Today ~ 

Nagging

So here's something I would love some feedback on. 

I've taken to nagging BIKSS about eating properly and exercising more. Like REALLY nagging. I go on and on and on.. and not in too much of a scold-y way, but more of a play-frustrated way.. you know what I mean? 

Anyway. I really do want him to exercise more. If I'm not walking with him, he's not walking on his own. Maybe it's a timing issue, maybe it's a "if I do it on my own and the timing is different then it may be difficult for me to get out to walk WITH YOU in future" thing. 

But aside from that, there is also the food thing. I don't want to restrict him too much, seeing as how he's already had to deal with the low carb diet when he had the high-ish glucose numbers - which he's managing VERY well, FYI. And I always feel like the wicked stepmother whenever I'm tempted to open my mouth and make a comment on what he wants to order.

HOWEVER, he does like his sauces, and even though he denies it, trust, me, the man likes his gravy. If there is something to mop up, he'll mop it up. He's also a fan of red meat. Again, he denies this. But I think these days he IS eating less beef and pork. I hope so anyway, as I'm not with him all the time.

Now, if his BP wasn't elevated I wouldn't care. But it is, and I do. And while exercise and diet will probably only help to bring his numbers down by something like 10 mmHg, it would definitely put him back in the "normal" range. 

"Well, that's not too high then, is it?"  you might say. It is. Being consistently in the upper 80s (diastolic) isn't fantastic... my boss is inclined to treat it with meds for a better long-term outcome, he says.  

Me, I'm not a fan of suggesting to ANYONE that they should get started on long-term medication without first trying to manage to situation with lifestyle changes. No point popping a pill to reduce the risk of one set of events only to increase the risk of something else right? 

And so, I nag. 

I don't know HOW MUCH nagging is too much nagging. I worry that at some point he'll get sick of it. Or get annoyed. And I mean, if you know the risks and consequences, and are prepared to face them, then that's fine. You can go ahead and own the decision to eat the way you do. I'm all about making authentic choices. 

But I'm afraid that he's the sort of person who is in denial most of the time and doesn't seem to think there is anything the matter with his diet at the moment, and *that* annoys me. 

The protestations of "But I don't eat that much beef... "  or when I point out, for example, that oyster sauce is super salt-laden and his response is "I don't eat oyster sauce... " then I have to explain that it's in EVERY SINGLE CHINESE STIR FRY DISH and he'll counter with "but I don't eat the sauce" to which *I* will then have to counter with "but if there's any gravy / sauce on the plate you'll mop it up with whatever meat you have at the end of your fork". And only *then* will he sheepishly concede. 

See what I have to deal with? 

Or he DOES know but isn't ready to acknowledge it. 

And so... my friends, when you feel that your Dom(me) needs to change something for their own good and you have to be the one to nag them about it, how do you manage this without overstepping the boundaries of your submissive 'position' in the relationship?

I mean, if it were the other way around it would be way easier: I love you sub, you need to get healthy. You'll eat what I tell you to eat. No this or no that, and permission needs to be asked for everything, or a report given, or something similar. Failure to comply = a very upset Dom(me) and maybe a punishment, if you do that. I'm not trying to over-simplify the D/s dynamic here, I mean, sure, there also needs to be agreement and acknowledgement on the part of the sub that she / he is willing to enter this particular area of their life into the portfolio of their Dom(me)... but you know what I mean. Easier to manage than for a sub to tell her Dom - No Daddy, you're not allowed to eat beef, or pork and no you can't dip your chicken in gravy and no, that doesn't mean you'll dip it in ketchup either!

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My mood pic today ~

BUN CHA! And Gotcha! Well, Got ME!

Our favourite Vietnamese place, Little Hanoi, has now been taken over by another Vietnamese place, Vietnamese Bamboo.

We're glad they still have Northern Vietnamese cuisine and similar prices. 

The Bun Cha is still awesome. And we didn't bother with extras like salads or sides (except to get additional fried pork spring rolls). 

After dinner BIKSS drove me to a friend's house to pick up two boxes of random chippies and snacks that are past expiry but still edible. I brought them back for distributing to other people around my area who are 'into' food rescue too. 

I'm glad to say I've given away about 3/4 of it. Some more people will be coming by later this evening and tomorrow to pick up their share.

We hung out and got jiggy with it. And then I dozed! LOL. I must have been really tired. 

I woke up with a start, warm and snuggled into him, and I rolled over so that my back was wiggled into his chest. He put his arm around me and twiddled with my nipple. I was too tired and lazy to mind. And really, I shouldn't be minding right? TTWD and all that. 

His arm travelled down to play with my butt cheeks then proceeded to move towards my girly bits. This time I did wiggle about to get away. "Hey Hey" I giggled. 

He wasn't having any of that tho. His arm came up and over my leg from behind me, and I felt his hand on my knee. Firmly, but without being rough, he pried my leg away from its cuddled up cosy curl with one deft motion and my breath caught. His other arm, the one circling my shoulders under me, came around the front of my neck and held my head in place, face tilted upwards. He wanted to play with pussy, and play with it he did. And his fingers danced over my clit, and I gasped and moaned... and she was wet again.

From the physical manipulations? Yes. Possibly. 

From being held and 'restrained'? Yes. Probably. 

From having been insisted upon to submit to his desire to touch and play with and fuck me? 

Yes. Definitely. 😀

My mood pic today ~ 

My CNY Table and The Fashion Edition

I left out a picture when I was writing all about CNY.  And thought you might like to see what the dining table looked like for CNY - 

The shops sell tissue packs with special CNY prints on them. 

And there's usually a bowl of oranges to signify wealth and good luck. 

Treats are typically sweet, to signify a sweet year ahead.  (But I always pick up some savoury crackers and chips too cos I prefer those.)

Pineapple sounds like "fortune comes" in Hokkien, and so pineapple tarts are pretty much a staple in these parts during the CNY celebration.

Flowers signify new growth after a cold dead winter season, and are an important symbol of being full of life in the coming year.

The tablecloth is a batik design that is well known in Indonesia and is often associated with the Peranakan culture (which, if you've forgotten, is my people!!).

Red is the colour of good luck, so you'll see lots of red during CNY. Have a look at THIS for some more info - but here's the gist of it :

"Legend has it that it all began with the Nian, a ferocious beast that would terrorize villagers on the New Year, eating crops, livestock, and even children. But villagers learned that this half bull with a lion head was afraid of three things: fire, noise, and the color red. Nian was defeated, and from then on, the color red was considered to bring good luck and good fortune to all."

And in today's news - my jeans have arrived. I love them. It's a little loose around the waist but nothing a belt wont fix. Besides, I often find myself wishing I have such a pair only when I'm feeling a bit PMS-y and bloated, so I'm sure the looser fit will be welcome when I'm in that state.

Some of my other items have also arrived. I'm a little bit disappointed with the red dress as it turned out a little bit bigger than I thought it would. It'll still wear decently as a comfy-fit dress if not a bodycon one, but that knot at the bottom really does rock my boat.  

I washed it and stuck it in the dryer and I think it might have shrunk a little bit. So that's awesome.  BIKSS says why don't I just give it away or sell it and buy a smaller one.

I'm thinking that might be way too much trouble. And besides, then I'd have to buy MORE stuff in order to get free shipping ...  

I'm actually not too fussed as the waist is also loose on this one which means I don't have to be constantly SUCKING IN MY BELLY! Raise your hands if you're part of belly-sucking-in crew!

Moving on...  The black floral dress is beautiful but the armhole feels a little too big. I'll stitch up the straps and that will solve the problem. It's also not as short as I expected so I'll be able to wear it as is instead of as a long tunic over tights. Which I can still do if I wanted to as well. But you know, now I have options!

Then there are these two animal prints which I'm loving. And as I mentioned to BIKSS last night... I think I have one of those faces or body shapes that carry prints (this type, particularly) pretty well. 

I wore the pants to dinner with brown leather sandals and a white tank, and when I got home I tried on the top in an off-one-shoulder style with my white jeans - and aside from calling me a giraffe when he came to pick me up (BIKSS said my legs reminded him of a giraffe's, I dunno... 🤷) - he was pleasantly surprised at how I managed to de-pajama-fy the pieces.

Because really, they look like jammies.

Note - I'm also loving these tops with the "pre-knotted" design as it's very forgiving if you have a tummy. It's like magic. You throw it on and the twisty-knotty detail on the front instantly takes the blame for any extra lumpiness. TRY IT. It really IS the best thing since sliced bread.

(Close up of the top and the DP blouse from my earlier print frenzy haul.) 

I mean, I always thought it would add more bulk but it really isn't the case. Perhaps it matters how the knot is sewn so they may not all work as well, but DO go give it a try if you're sick of sucking in your belly. I know *I* am. There's a knotty top for you out there, I'm sure of it. 

Here's the other animal print top that I love for the hi-low hem. Great for hiding VPLs and goes great with a brown stretchy knit skirt I have.

PHEW! 

And that is the end of this weekend's fashion show! Let me know what you think about that red dress... I just looked and the price has dropped - plus I have points that I could use to offset the shipping fee. 

I'm so tempted...

My mood pic today (feeling free and embracing my inner animal!) ~

Belated Birthday Dinner (Any Excuse eh?)

The place we went to that serves awesome (and free!) birthday cake? We went there again for dinner this evening. To celebrate BIKSS' birthday. Now I know it was a while ago, but they love giving free birthday (and just in general) cake to everyone! On their page it says if you're celebrating your birthday this month (or anniversary, or anything, really) just let them know and they'll comp you a slice of cake. 

So off we went to have dinner. The sous vide duck with caramelised onions and black bean sauce (where was the sauce tho?) was one of their specials this evening, and even tho BIKSS isn't a fan of duck he decided that he'd be adventurous and go for it. 

We had the warm avocado salad again because it really is that good! (and the other option was a duck salad which seemed repetitive...) 

They comped us some fried chicken wings that came with a spicy dark soy sauce which was so good BIKSS ended up dipping EVERYTHING on the table in it. 

At the end of dinner the owner stopped by the outlet from one of his other branches and we had a nice chat with him, it's been a while since we've seen the fella. I mean, Covid right? 

And he told us about a new restaurant he opened in October of last year (how is he opening new restaurants when the world economy is on the decline?) across the road from his very first outlet (which we know well). It's an Anglicised version of Halal Chinese food, he says. Well, if that doesn't sound interesting... 

At the end of our meal we got another slice of cake to take home, and a $20-off voucher for the new restaurant. Guess we'll be paying them a visit soon :) 

My mood pic today ~

Orange Cake and the Lone Scone

We exchange oranges during Chinese New Year. And inevitably end up with way too many by the end of the season. 

This year instead of trying to eat them all up as is, I decided to try a simple orange cake. 

I got the recipe here, it's a flourless whole orange cake. Which means, almond meal or almond flour. 

No butter, no oil. Simple. Just blitz everything and bake. 

But first, the oranges need to be boiled. And *then* blitzed. Then you add more stuff. And continue mixing everything up in the food processor. No mixer. No whisking. No nothing else.

I made half of the recipe, and then swapped out half again of the sugar for xylitol. After yesterday's afternoon tea, I think we need to cut back on those carbs!

Speaking of which - I had that leftover scone for breakfast this morning. Perfect way to start the day!

My Mood Pic Today ~

Mom Jeans and Afternoon Tea

No I don't mean jeans for my mother. They're for me. 'Mom Jeans' - that's what this style is called.

Been looking for something more relaxed, high waisted, casual and comfy. Not that my current pair isn't comfy. It's just, it's one of those stretchy fitted types. And sometimes I really just want to slouch in a pair of loose-fit jeans. I ended up ordering these - from Shein - if you go NOW they're having a CNY promo offering free standard shipping, no minimum purchase required. 

At the time of writing this post there's 15 hours left to take advantage of it. 

From the reviews I gather it's a thinner type denim so I'm hoping it will prove less problematic when the weather starts to heat up in a month or two. 

Anyway, the buying of the jeans reminded me of a comment exchange on Prefectdt's blog - but since I am not in possession of such a fine ass, I shall go the "comfortable" route instead.

I also picked up some other things, one of which is a dress (the black one below) that costs something like USD$5.80. 

*Smiles conspiratorially at Mrs Fever*  Pssst... free shipping... now's the time if you wanna give Shein a try.

I suspect it might be a bit too short for work, but that's ok as I can just wear it as a tunic over my tights. I never seem to be able to find tops long enough to cover my crotch. And I definitely don't think one's crotch should be showing when one is wearing tights - especially to work!

The red dress is a bit of a splurge. It's about USD$12.50 - anything more than 10 bucks is a splurge to me - but I absolutely fell in love with the colour and the style, and simply had to have it. 

So far they've managed to get my stuff to me within a week, so I shouldn't have to wait too long for these, I don't think. 

Oh and on the topic of outfits - this was yesterday's CNY outfit (day 3) :

That was one of the Dorothy Perkins pieces from my animal print frenzy purchase. I was planning on wearing it to work today, as I only had it on for 2 hours yesterday, but decided in the morning that the print was a bit much. So I switched out the top for something simpler. 

I wore a sleeveless shell and threw on a jacket blouse over it, which turned out to be a fabulous idea cos we spent the day having afternoon tea and roaming around the shops and the a/c got rather too cold at some points. 

The lower tier was a selection of breads. 

I like that they bothered to toast the sandwiches that were best eaten warm. 

The upper tier was a selection of scones and cupcakes, with some jam, 

marmalade (absolutely delicious!) and clotted cream, of course.

The one lone scone that I just couldn't squeeze down my hatch 

so I smeared the cream and preserves on it and took it on the road with me. 

And *that* was our Valentine's Day Tea. Today. (Cos it was all Chinese New Year this and Chinese New Year that and no one really remembered Valentine's Day at all!)

My mood pic today ~ 

CNY Outfits

Reunion Dinner on the eve of CNY - 

Sleeveless floral top with asymmetrical hem (Zalora),
turquoise cropped culotte pants (Shopee).

 

CNY Day 1 - 

Red and black cuffed kimono sleeve blouse (Shein), 

pants with side stripe and ankle slit (Zalora).

CNY Day 2 -

Beige drop shoulder tee with side vents (Cotton On),
animal print flare skirt with off-centre front slit (Dorothy Perkins).

In years past I only ever bothered to get the ONE pretty outfit for wearing on the first day of CNY cos that's when I went to visit Betty's mum, and then the rest of the relatives would all gather at my place (or mum's old place) for lunch. And that was pretty much it for me. 

This year since everything has to be spaced out due to Covid and visiting restrictions, we had the reunion dinner at the sister's instead of mine*, which I wore something nice to, cos her mum in law was going to be there, and she's a bit old and fussy... so no shorts and tee for me (which would be my usual attire when reunion was held at my place). 

[*easier for 3 of us to go to hers, than for 7 of them to come to mine]

Day one was, well, day one. You wear something Chinese-y and red and it's all good. But this year I'm having visitors on day 2 and day 3 as well, so I'm going to need extra outfits. It's true that no one will know, technically, if my outfits are new or not. But the custom is to don new clothes to visit people and receive guests at CNY, and so, new clothes it is! Or at least, new-ish. Some of the pieces are brand new, but the rest I would categorise as either "recently acquired, worn once", or, for the older pieces, "seldom worn, almost new". Also, I should mention that I've been successful thus far at not wearing anything that is solid black. I'm playing a little game with myself with my CNY wardrobe! LOL

(I mean, I did all that shopping for a reason you know!)


Updated to include a mood pic which I left out when writing this post ~

Selamat Taon Baru Cina

Literally translates to "Happy year new chinese". That's our traditional Peranakan greeting during the Chinese New Year. 

I've been busy. Cooking. 

And the mother has finally figured out that I CAN cook, I just choose not to most of the time. As in, the traditional fare that involves too many steps and too much work imo.  (She told everyone who would listen just how much she enjoyed eating the vinegar pork trotters I made, and how "[she] cooked BOTH types of buah keluak dishes, the gravy one AND the dry one".) Remember those Indonesian black nuts? The ones that splattered black spots on my ceiling? Yup. Those.

Only I do it the easy way - I get the shelled version from the shops. No mess, no fuss. Just cook, and eat.

Now, my uncle is a huge fan of Peranakan food and as mum was the resident chef in the family he would only ever get to have some during lunch on the first day of CNY when everyone would visit. 

Due to Covid restrictions we're having a very toned down CNY this year, which makes for more intimate gatherings, spaced out over a few days, and without the usual noise and crowd bombarding my senses during our customary Day 1 CNY Lunch. 

This also meant that I had time to cook. So I spent all of Wednesday making his favourite dishes. And when he came over to visit mum today he left with not only the usual mandarin oranges that are exchanged during house visits, but also a couple of take-away boxes fill with yummy traditional food! 

And since I was going to cook, why not make an extra portion to take with us to the sister's house for reunion dinner eh? 

So that's what I have been up to and why I was so quiet over the last few days. 

I also had the last couple of cakes to bake on Monday, and Tuesday was a teaching day for me. Wednesday saw me at the hospital for an appointment with the social worker to apply for a subsidy for mum's hearing aids... and I was so tired I fell asleep sitting in the waiting room. 

And of course, if one plans to eat something on Thursday, one should cook it the evening before, as it takes time for the dish to rest and for the flavours to soak into the meat. But one must also have the good sense to prep said meat and  grind up all the rempah (spices, paste) the day before. 

So I ground everything up on Tuesday. Cooked on Wednesday. Took some of it to the sister's on Thursday. Kept some in the fridge for today. Mum julienned and fried up the garnishings today. 

I also went to visit Betty's mum. And came back in time to fry up some nian gao (a sweet sticky rice cake traditionally eaten at CNY) in popiah (spring roll) skin. It's crispy on the outside, and sweet and slightly gooey on the inside. It's usually rolled together with a slice of steamed yam or sweet potato, or both, to balance out the sugary sweetness and prevent a too-sticky mouthfeel.  I used sweet potato today. 

Sweet potato on top, nian gao at the bottom

Amidst all this BIKSS and I found some time to go and have our own little pre CNY dinner - we tried out a new Japanese restaurant by the river. 

The food wasn't bad, but he felt that considering the prices on some of the items on their menu, the place was in very bad shape (paint peeling off the walls!). 

Gyoza

Grilled pork collar / Chicken karaage

I can't remember what this is. Some kind of grilled fish. Which was quite delicious.

Me - Daddy can we drive along Chinatown to see the moo cows?

Him - Yes we can

Me - Wait are we even close by?

Him - Mm hmm. We are.

Me - (as he turned the ONE corner) - Oh we're here! I'm really sucky at directions aren't I?

Him - Uh huh, that you are!

LOL. 

Even tho the annual Chinatown bazaar has been cancelled, they've still put up the street decorations and the one big animal that usually adorns that particular junction. This is the year of the ox. So hurray for moo cows!

(AND he gets a hundred points for remembering to give me an ang pow - he gives me one every year which I keep in my wallet for luck!)

And with that, here's wishing a Happy 牛 Year (the Chinese word for Ox - this year's animal - is also pronounced niu) to those of you who are celebrating the Spring festival! 

My mood pic today ~