From Malaysia to Melbourne and now Michigan, sharing my experiences, tales and passions with anyone who will listen (or read)!

D Date

2016 started with so much promise. The promise that our lives were going to change forever. And change forever it did.

Today, the 4th of August 2016, was meant to be my due date. Instead of celebrating new life, we grieved for the baby girl we never got to know. Instead, we closed on a new home today. As if the year hasn’t been eventful enough, we’re going to throw buying and moving into a new home into the mix. Because I just loooooooove packing and unpacking. (NOT!)

We are incredibly lucky to have great family and friends in Michigan and around the world, and so many of them came through for us when we needed it the most. Thank you; you know who you are. Thank you for the support, the company, the laughter, the hugs, the tears, the weetbix, lollies, magazines, meals, phone calls, text messages, tv shows, everything!

I thought long and hard about sharing this. I am not looking for condolences and sympathy. What ultimately spurred me to share is that I was once upon a time fairly ignorant of how high the chances are that a woman does not carry a pregnancy to term. I felt shame, like I had failed somehow in this very important task of being a woman and a wife (and wannabe mum). Since my own experience, I’ve learnt that it may be more common than we realise, but we don’t hear about it because really, who wants to go around sharing that traumatic experience with everyone? But if I can make one person feel comforted to know that she is not alone (as my friends have done for me), then I think I’ve made the right decision. It doesn’t mean that it sucks any less; believe you me, I would give anything to have my baby girl, and I’d hope that no one ever has to experience what we went through. But I want you, whoever ‘you’ may be, to know that I am here should you ever need someone to talk to, or a shoulder to cry on.

I know we are lucky in many ways. I’m trying to look to the future and what that might hold. Hopefully lots of great times and happy memories. But in the back of my mind, she’ll always be there. Always.


B. x






Chinese Crisp-Roasted Pork a.k.a. Siu Yuk / Siew Yoke

It’s strange being in a new country sometimes. You assumed you would be able to buy some things, or what you get would be the same as what you’re used to, then realise you can’t buy them, or they’re not the same.

Case in point: pork belly. I have looked in many supermarkets for a cut of pork belly for roasting, and making crackling, like those that are easily found in Australian supermarkets and markets, to no avail. My husband and I found pork belly in an Asian supermarket, but it was the cut used for Chinese roast pork: a thin strip of meat under a layer of skin and fat. Ah, the infamous 3 layers.

The desire to make roast pork (or more importantly, crackling), coupled with a craving for good Chinese food, resulted in a sense of adventure never before seen in this home cook. In Melbourne, I was too spoilt by the availability of good, affordable Chinese and Malaysian food, and never had the need to learn how to make a lot of the food I ate during my childhood in Malaysia. But after 4 months in Detroit, I was getting…dare I say it???? Desperate.

So we invited a couple of friends (lonely hearts whose respective spouses were away) over for dinner on Sunday night. I took a deep breath on Sunday morning, and dived into this recipe from Stephanie Alexander’s seminal cookbook, the cook’s companion.

After posting a photo of the end result on Facebook and receiving compliments and requests for the recipe, I’ve decided to share it, so here it is, word for word. After all, great food is meant to be shared, right?! Stephanie Alexander’s advice: “Choose a piece of belly pork with a good quantity of fat for this dish.” Yum.


Chinese Crisp-Roasted Pork

1 x 1kg piece fresh belly pork, boned and not skinned

2 cloves garlic, finely chopped

1 Tbsp light soy sauce

3 tsp salt

1/2 tsp five-spice powder

Ask your butcher to score pork skin at 1cm intervals, or do it yourself using a very sharp knife and cutting right through skin. Blanch meat in a large saucepan of boiling water for 2 minutes, then lift out, rinse under cold water and dry well with kitchen paper.

Combine garlic and soy sauce and rub all over meat side of pork.

Combine salt and five spice powder and rub all over skin.

Refrigerate uncovered, skin-side up, for at least 2 hours or overnight.

Preheat oven to 230 degrees Celsius (approx 450 degrees Fahrenheit), and line a baking dish with foil. Position a rack in baking dish and settle pork on rack, skin-side up. Bake for 20 minutes, then reduce oven temperature to 200 degrees Celsius (approx 400 degrees Fahrenheit) and bake for 40 minutes or until skin crackles and crisps*.

Cool a little before cutting into thick fingers**. Serve hot with steamed rice and Asian greens, or warm or at room temperature as an entrée*** with a dish of hoisin sauce for dipping, or use in a stir-fry.


* At the end of 40 minutes the skin was far from crackling, so one of our dinner guests and a great cook herself (whose name is also Stephanie!) provided some advice. I turned the temperature back up to 250 degrees Celsius, with a tray of water in the bottom of the oven to prevent the meat from drying out. After 10 minutes of this, we then turned on the grill (broil) function for 2 minutes to finish off the crackling.

** A quick search of the internet revealed many different recipes for this dish. But the one thing everyone seems to agree on is, do not slice the meat. Instead, use a cleaver and chop through. Like this!


(Yeah, I’d stay away from that crazy person if I were you!)

*** Otherwise known to our American friends as starters 🙂

It ended up being a fairly simple dinner as I served the pork with steamed rice, buk choy with oyster sauce, and a sweet potato mash with grated ginger through it. I spiced up the dinner by serving the pork with sambal oelek on the side.


And though the recipe was meant to serve 6, we polished off the 2 lb piece of meat between the 4 of us. Hmmm… maybe we’re getting used to American portion sizes. Eeek!

It’s getting cold in here! = Vogue V8854 Tunic

Right at the end of August, I decided that I should probably start making some clothes for when the weather gets a little colder. So I chose a pattern from my collection (i.e. bought but hadn’t gotten around to making in the last couple of years) and bought the fabric. I was ready to go. That pattern was a sleeveless tunic off Vogue 8854:


Fast forward a couple of weeks, and I still hadn’t made this tunic. The weather suddenly turned. It became harder to get up in the mornings, and we even had a 10 degree Celsius (50 Fahrenheit) day. Almost Melbourne winter temps. Almost. At that point I thought that maybe I had missed the boat for wearing a sleeveless tunic/vest!

The daytime temperature rose a bit last weekend, so I approached this project with ‘fervour’ (as the hubs described it) this week to ensure that 1) I have something to wear on those colder mornings that didn’t quite require a full jacket, yet 2) I have sufficient time to wear it before it gets too cold and I have to wear a jacket.

I had originally envisaged this as a more casual top, sort of like a vest. Goodness knows what gave me that impression, considering the packaging told me it was a TUNIC. So I made it, with some modifications (of course), and tried to style it for a catch-up with some friends this morning. I ended up being far more dressy that I would normally be (give me trackies and a hoody on any cool/cold day) but I guess it encouraged me to take some photos with me in it to show you, which I wouldn’t normally do (cue awkward posing!).

Finished tunic:

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Made the back hem longer for added styling. Used some bias trim I made (woohoo! my love affair with bias trim continues) on the inside of the sleeves and the back hem, so I wasn’t just showing an exposed hem. I actually shortened the overall length, so I’m not sure if it qualifies as a tunic anymore. It’s too short to be worn on its own/as a dress now.

And here is how I wore it today:


Mustard is just about my favourite actual colour (others are black white and blue lol). Excuse the knee crease in my jeans and the funny turnout on the back hem. Both the result of a fun 2.5 hours this morning with Kookaburras 🙂

Banana Bread for Brekkie!

Does banana bread count as breakfast? It has to. Especially when it’s homemade and tastes this good. Well, actually who cares? I say it does, and it was so good fresh out of the oven last night, I just had to have it for brekkie this morning!

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I used this recipe as my base. I substituted some greek yoghurt for some of the milk (i.e. used 1/4 cup greek yoghurt + 1/4 cup milk). Omitted the chocolate because hubs didn’t want it marbled but that didn’t bother me. We had a slice each last night when it was still warm, and I sprinkled mini choc chips on my slice (it was dessert after all) and the choc chips softened and became gooey andmelty but not runny…oh my. Just yummy. So yummy that I forgot to take a photo 🙂

The changes I made resulted in the loaf needing about 35-40 minutes to cook through in a loaf pan. After about 20 mins I kept checking to see if it was cooked; I’m guessing that’s part of the reason why it cracked on the top.

That didn’t affect the cake itself though! It still turned out delicious and moist, with few crumbs so it makes it an easy snack to eat without too much mess (a.k.a. without a plate) 🙂

You could top this with maple syrup or honey, more yoghurt, more bananas, nutella, cream cheese, or your favourite topping. I prefer a no-nut cake but you could definitely add some in the batter, or sprinkled on top.

Peanut butter is up there among my favourite toppings, so that’s what I had on my slice this morning. Hehehe


…Is it tea time yet? 😉

Myrtle by Colette Patterns (Versions 1 and 2 mashup)

It’s been a while since my last post – the last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind – and this will be a short post, but I needed to share.

I finally got around to purchasing a pattern from Colette Patterns – very cute blog with sewing patterns for even cuter clothes that I first heard about while living in Australia. The pattern I bought was their latest – the ‘Myrtle‘, a pattern for beginners. The website has done sewalongs for their patterns in the past, and this was no exception. I bought the pattern, fabric and notions, and eagerly anticipated the start of the sewalong…

Unfortunately, the challenges and activities that come along with moving to a different country prevented me from following the sewalong as the various instalments were released. BUT I eventually got some time to do it, and I’m so glad I did.

The finished garmet:


Baroque Myrtle 1


Baroque Myrtle 3

Ok peeps, ‘sewing talk’ from here on in 🙂

In the introduction to this pattern, the creators had this to say:

A quick make with a fun twist

Like most knits, Myrtle is a quick sew (and it’s pretty fast in a woven too).

With only four main pattern pieces (plus pockets), cutting time is minimal. Just like Mabel and Moneta, you can whip this baby up in a matter of hours.

Plus, it is honestly really fun to put together. Myrtle has a clever self-lined front bodice that is cut all in one piece, folded, and sewn to help give a clean finish inside.

Now although I made this dress, I won’t call this a pattern review. I don’t kid myself that I have the expertise to critique what could have been done better or easier, etc. However, I will say that while I was making this dress I found it, for the most part, a breeze. And let’s be honest here, they had me at ‘pockets’. I LOVE pockets in a dress.

I wanted to a knee-length version, but in the model photos of Version 1, the dress looked below knee length. So I sort of cut the fabric according to the XL length for version 2 (just the length, not the width) and without the shoulder tabs. So I actually just mashed up the 2 version to make what I wanted. Call me lazy. Call it creative. Call it making life harder for myself. I just can’t follow a pattern like I’m supposed to 🙂

The hardest/most time-consuming parts for me were:

1. Trying to match up my fabric pattern while cutting the fabric to ensure the fabric didn’t look TOO disjointed when I sewed the various pieces together. The more I sew, the more I notice this in garments. I know mine still looks disjointed, but I was trying to minimise how obvious it was…

2. Sewing the shoulders – I just found the instructions a little too vague/contradictory. This could be down to my inexperience…

I didn’t do the small bust adjustment even though I really need it, but I did force myself to follow the instructions for sewing the waist band. Normally I would sew the casing, leave a gap, thread elastic through, and close gap. I was very tempted, but I told myself that I should learn a different method of doing it. I think both methods work; what I use next time I need to sew a casing for an elastic band would probably just depend on how I feel 🙂

I have a short torso (torso:leg ratio) so I shortened the top (at the shoulders) and this seemed to help as an alternative to the small bust adjustment. The cowl neck doesn’t flop open as much when I lean over, and the bodice fits me much better. Less slack in the fabric under the cowl. As I mentioned before, I lengthened the skirt so the finished product hit the top of my knee.

Little details make me happy, like this perfectly aligned seam. Hey, if I’m gonna make it myself, I might as well ensure details like that are right, right?! 🙂 No one else will notice, but it makes me far more satisfied about what I make when I’m able to do this.

Baroque Myrtle 2

Long story short: I would definitely keep this in my arsenal of patterns to make again and again, It was quick and with different fabrics, can be dressed up or down. LOVED IT.

Am I biased?

O.M.G. I am IN LOVE. And it’s completely unexpected. It’s not what you think…

Through most of my schooling in Malaysia, there was a subject called (loosely translated) Living Skills or Life Skills. It was a mandatory subject for every student and covered things like woodwork, wiring, gardening, and sewing. I took to the first 2 with gusto, and the 3rd I managed to pass on the goodwill of my friends because I didn’t (and still don’t) don’t have a green thumb. As for sewing, well, my tomboy rebellious teenaged self in an all girls’ school thought, ‘I’m not doing that. Why would I need to sew? They’re just trying to domesticate me and I won’t fall for that!’. Clearly, I didn’t see it that way when it came to cooking! Do you see the flawed logic of that teenager? 🙂

Fast forward 15 years and not only have I learnt to sew, I actually enjoy it. I’m still at a beginner level but I love having a physical final product.

But back then, it was a different story altogether and this memory illustrates it perfectly. I remember the scene like it was yesterday: our assignment for the term was to make an apron. Now, this shouldn’t have been hard – the whole class was doing it / mainly straight lines / finished off with bias binding – but my care/interest factor: ZERO. Nada. Zilch. It didn’t help that the fabric was this horrible orange-bright pink-yellow flowery polyester blend thing and the bias trim was, from memory, an equally horrendous pink. I wore clothes that were predominantly navy blue, black, and white, thank you very much. We were also in the afternoon session so some of these classes were late in the evening in a poorly lit room, sometimes with the tropical monsoon rain banging down on the tin roofs bringing relief from the humidity…great time to doze off especially when you can’t hear the teacher over the rain… really old Singer sewing machines and slide-in bobbins that I could never work out… the thread would bundle up and jam on me… oh, it just wasn’t working. At all.

Days before I was due to hand in the assignment, I asked my mum if we could get some help with the apron. I still had my main apron piece, the front center pocket and the bias completely detached from each other. (Whoops.) We didn’t have a sewing machine at home at the time, so even though mum knew how to sew, she couldn’t help in that way. She did however pick up the phone to phone a friend (get it?) who was an interior designer and we drove over to this friend’s shop. We chatted with her for the next hour, while one of her workers SEWED THE APRON FOR ME. That’s right. I cheated and got an A! Thanks Mum! 😉

Earlier this week, I watched a video by the supertalented Dana at danamadeit about making bias binding. Bias binding is kind of like a strip of fabric you use to add a trim to clothes (like here and here). There are other great uses for it, but this is one of the most obvious examples if you don’t sew. You can easily buy them pre-packaged in a store, but these may not necessarily match your fabric, so an alternative is to make it yourself. I have read tutorials online on how to DIY-it but it always seemed too complicated. Until I watched this video. Dana made it look SO EASY I just had to give it a go! So off I went to buy me a bias tape maker. I also found some cute fat quarter fabric on sale. And this morning I attempted it and that, my friends, is when MY LIFE CHANGED.


Can you belive this? CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?? I can’t.

Ok, let’s be honest. It wasn’t all smooth sailing. I started off with seams like these:


And my perfectionist side went, ARGH!!! That’s not acceptable.

Then my other, more rationale side said, You dufus. It’s going to be folded in anyway so WHO CARES? (See, I have developed a more rationalse side in the last 15 years. Still developing, though). I tried to get it as close to lined up as possible, but relaxed my standards a bit. I’m sure I’ll get better at it… *Fingers crossed*!


You know what’s crazier? This fabric has pink in it. PINK!!

The Woodward Dream Cruise

I’m not a big ‘cars’ person. Sure, I love looking at nice cars, and I have my opinions on what I like the look of, and what I don’t. But ask me what (classic) car model something is, or what’s so special about it, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Which doesn’t help when you live in Motor City! I wish I could say all that changed when we saw all these beautiful cars at the Woodward Dream Cruise last weekend, but alas, I can’t!

But I will say this, there were some awesome cars there and I can’t believe the fantastic condition that some of those were in. Some ran so quietly, others had beautiful upholstery (I’m guessing some had been upholstered). There was a lot to see and admire that weekend. Not just the cars, but the dedication with which their owners approached the restoration/preservation of the vehicles. I could also imagine that some of the older couples were in cars that they probably went on their first date in or which were their first family cars. Very cute.

I’m sure many visitors to the Cruise were also dreaming of owning one of these babies!

So, being completely useless at knowing what the cars are, I’ll just post some of the best photos that I have from the weekend. Enjoy!



This move has brought many changes to our lives (duh, picking up our lives and moving to the furthest point of the world possible) and granted, not all these changes are easy – leaving friends and family behind, established relationships, careers, selling the beautiful home we had only recently bought – but I shouldn’t complain. Yes, the move has had its challenges, but we are lucky in that we have essentially been given the opportunity to live in a different country, and it was essentially a lifeline. Without this opportunity, it is likely that we would have been down to one income with a large mortgage, and my husband would probably have had to retrain in a different field in order for us to stay in Melbourne. But here we are instead, with a great group of people that we like, who are going through a similar experience, and we are not as alone as some other families who move to a new country may be.

I say this because I recently came across an article that reminded me how lucky we are. Read it here.

Yes, we are lucky. We moved to Detroit, found a house that we liked within a week, and bought it. 5 days after moving in, Michigan had its heaviest ever rainfall in one day, causing flooding everywhere and chaos. Some photos from the Detroit Free Press can be seen here (whether they are in fact the ’10 most astounding photos’ of the floods, I’m not really convinced but it does give you a good idea of what happened). We arrived home to find a leak in our basement, water seeping out from one of the beams, and best of all, water coming into the main power box in our basement, via an insulation tube that was connected to something outside the house. Dangerous, much?! That discovery was really scary. As we carried our belongings (still in boxes) upstairs, I felt bummed, thinking, how could this happen? Has it happened before? If so, why didn’t the previous owners fix it? Why would they sell the house with such a dangerous situation for someone else to deal with?

IMG_20140815_104325The next day, driving around the neighbourhood, I realised that other people had it far worse than we did. Furniture, black garbage bags full of belongings, were being disposed of, damaged by the water in their basements. Here are some ways we were lucky that night:

My husband had to return our rental car that night. He left work at 5 pm as roads began to flood in certain areas. He managed to get return the rental car just on time, despite the traffic and making a couple of detours to get around badly flooded roads. Had he not had to do this errand, he may have stayed at work later and not been able to get home. We didn’t lose the rental car or our brand new car in the flood, as many people did 😦

Other basements actually flooded. In ours, I think the water wasn’t able to pool due to 2 drainage holes in the floor that had been left uncovered. Any water that came through made its way via the sloping floors towards these 2 drainage holes. The uneven floor had previously bothered my husband and he had planned to seal them up. I don’t think we will anymore…

Our belongings were still in the boxes they were shipped in, so all we needed to do was pick those boxes up and move them to higher ground, whereas if we had unpacked and had an ‘occupied’ basement, as most families do, we might not have been able to clear our belongings out quickly enough.

The water coming through the mains power board didn’t short circuit our house, a fact that I find REMARKABLE considering how much water was dripping out of that box!

SO. I am grateful. Back to our new house in general, the next time I think that our kitchen is too small, I will remind myself at least I HAVE a working kitchen and a roof over our heads. That that leaky mains didn’t spark and cause greater damage. That we found out about the leaks before embarking on a big project of refurbishing the basement. Imagine if we had done that and then having it flooded or rained out afterwards. And that this has given us the nudge that we needed to work on the basement sooner rather than later. 

More broadly, it was a timely reminder to look at the positives and not dwell on the negatives, which is sometimes easier to do.

Positives so far today: 4 people said hi or smiled as I walked past them this morning. 2 were kids with their backs to me as they were playing. I walked past them without a word but they looked up when they heard footsteps and called out ‘hi!’ as I walked past. What a friendly bunch. I think I’m going to like our new neighbourhood.

2nd positive: Found Bundaberg Ginger Beer in a store less than 10 minutes from home. Score!

Have a great weekend everyone! Hope YOU find lots of things to smile about. I’m looking forward to the Woodward Cruise tomorrow!


Dine: Satay House

For me, no process of exploring a new city and country would be complete without sampling the local fare. Since arriving in the US and Michigan 2 months ago, we have been out trying many cafes and restaurants, particularly on weekends. There have been memorable meals, and there have been some we’d like to forget more quickly than our brains would let us. Yet there is one place that we have returned to time and again in the short time that we have been here.

It seemed both ironic and fitting that my first review should be about a Malaysian cafe – ironic because I am in the US; in some ways I am almost as far from my parents as I could be. Fitting because I am, after all, Malaysian, and if there is one cuisine that I feel passionate about, it is Malaysian food. And while I get my head around what constitutes great ‘American’ food, I thought this would be a good place to write about. Because I think Satay House deserves the attention.

This place was recommended to us by my husband’s colleague. We looked it up online, read the handful of reviews it had already received, and decided to try it out. We were not disappointed. The menu prices are extremely reasonable, the food pretty authentic, and the service was no-frills but genuine. This review is of one of our recent visits, but I have tried all these dishes on different occasions (greedy? who, me? well, I never!).

Spring Rolls Satay House - Roti CanaiFor appetizers, we had the vegetarian spring rolls – hot, crispy skin with lots of shredded vegetables in them. Beautiful. Make sure you eat them while they are hot. We also had the roti canai – my husband orders this every time we go to Satay House. As you can see in the photo, he couldn’t wait for me to take the photo before he dug in 🙂 Roti canai does not typically come in a cone shape in Malaysia (there is a sweeter variation to roti canai in Malaysia that is served in this way) but this is nonetheless good. It comes with a small bowl of potato curry that could be slightly thicker. Tip: Use your hands to eat the roti. Makes for a much more authentic experience 😉

Salted FFR Nasi Lemak Indian Mee Goreng Curry Mee Yong TauhuI hadn’t had Salted Fish Fried Rice for quite a while and when I saw it on the menu, the thought of the salted fish shredded and spread throughout fried rice made me salivate instantly. Satay House’s version had a healthy dose of salted fish in it – and at $8.50, was a serving large enough for 2-3 people.

We also ordered Achat (alternatively spelt acar or achar), a pickled vegetable dish. This version was not as strong or vinegary as the ones back home, but that suited me just fine. It added a lovely crunch to my dinner.

The Nasi Lemak: lovely coconut-y rice, spicy sambal, and chicken curry. The only thing missing from this dish is the fried anchovies.

The Indian Mee Goreng is a slightly wet noodle dish flavoured with some spices, a generous lashing of vegetables, bean sprouts, potato, tofu and egg. On this ocassion, our dining companion had requested a vegetarian version. The non-vegetarian version has shrimp through it. Make sure you add a good squeeze of the slice of lime that comes with it. Tangy goodness, I tells ya.

Curry Mee Yong Tauhu is probably a lesser-known dish in comparison to most of the above. Yong Tauhu refers to a type of dish where vegetables such as eggplant, okra/lady’s finger, chillies (not peppers) and firm tofu or tofu puffs are stuffed with fish paste or meat paste. It is usually then served in a broth with fishballs and/or beefballs. Alternatively, it can be served with egg noodles in a curry broth such as this. The curry broth is typically thicker than Satay House’s but I’m not a big fan of the thick sort of broth so I was quite happy with this slightly lighter version. So purists of Malaysian food, be warned! Satay House’s version also came with bean curd skins. I’m sure that doesn’t sound very appealing to most of you, but once it soaks up the curry broth, you get curry broth goodness in every mouthful. Makes me hungry just thinking about it!

For all the times that I’ve been to Satay House, I haven’t been able to try the dessert menu. Why? Because I have just been too full from the appetizers and main dishes. The portions here are very generous, and I usually have leftovers for lunch the next day. Even if you have a bigger appettite than I do, you won’t leave Satay House hungry!

They don’t deliver, but you can order online for pickup or even ‘Express Dine In’. How awesome is that!


Satay House | 31101 Dequindre Rd, Madison Heights, MI 48071 | Phone: (248) 588-1738 | Open 10am to 10pm 7 days a week | http://www.satayhousemadisonheights.com/

New home and… our own internet!

We have finally moved into our new home and, although we have yet to unpack quite a few boxes because of a lack of furniture to put our belongings in, it feels fantastic to have a place to call our own after 2 months of living out of a rental.

Here are a couple of choice shots of our home, before all the STUFF got moved in 🙂 I love the booth in the kitchen.


And of the chaos in the yard as the movers unpacked LOL:

Also, we finally have our own internet!! Woot!! It took some work to get comcast to cooperate, but we (or rather, my husband) finally did it. We’ve been on a shared network for the last couple of months and I wasn’t too keen on doing too many things on a shared network, and felt really restricted. Now it’s like I have my freedom back! So, expect more posts in the coming days 🙂

Because we’ve been busy preparing for this move, I haven’t had much time to sew. Or bake. Or exercise. We’ll have to do some work around the house, but hopefully I’ll have some time to do all the things I’ve been missing. So looking forward to getting my Etsy store up and running again!

For this evening however, I’ll write up my next post: my first food review!