It’s the one thing that everyone is talking right now and…at long last, I finally caved — I made myself a cup of Dalgona coffee.
Here’s the Thermomix method that I use and — good news! — it works with the latest Thermomix model, the TM6; its predecessor, the TM5; and the much older but still very robust TM31.
2 Tbsp Nescafe Classic or 1 Tbsp Nescafe Gold Blend
2 Tbsp Sugar
2 Tbsp Water
1 Cup Cold Milk
Method:. 1) Place instant coffee and sugar inside mixing bowl. Pulvurise for 10 seconds on speed 10. 2) Attach butterfly whisk. 3) Add water and whisk it all up for 2 minutes on 37C, speed 3.5. 4) Meanwhile, place cold milk inside a fancy glass (or whatever you have on hand). Once the Thermomix is done whisking, scoop out the frothy confection using the spatula and place on top of the cold milk. 5) Take pics to post on Instagram, give it a good stir, and enjoy!
Someone once said that fire can either burn dough into ashes or transform it into bread.
In pretty much the same way, people all around the world have responded very differently to lockdowns or self-quarantines in their homes due to the Corona virus. A good number found the experience of being house-bound indefinitely to be a suffocating experience, almost akin to imprisonment; many found relief in having found an opportunity to slow down and breathe; a select few just simply shone in their own unique ways.
David Castro, a singer/composer from Madrid, Spain, is one of those unique individuals who has found inspiration in isolation. As the caption in his FaceBook post stated, “Perdí la cuenta de los días que llevamos. Lo que no pienso perder es el sentido del humor. La mejor vacuna para estos días mientras llega la de verdad. (I’ve lost count of the number of days that have passed. The one thing that I’m not going to lose is my sense of humor. The best vaccine for these days until the real one arrives.”) In that post, he shared a video that showed how he cleverly transformed the iconic Thermomix chime from something that most people consider annoying into something so beautiful. Just take a look at his video:
His work is just brilliant in its simplicity, genius in its creativity, thus, it did not come as a surprise when the video was very well received by the global Thermomix community, racking up over 100,000 views in FaceBook over the first two days alone.
I, for one, will never hear the Thermomix chime quite the same way ever again. Muchas gracias, David Castro. Thank you for reminding all of us that, in these trying times, we must all be resilient and allow this fire to transform us into bread instead of burning us into ashes.
It’s been a while, crocodile. Understatement of the year. So much has happened since the last time I updated this blog that I can’t possibly squeeze all of them into a single post. And along the way, blogging has, it seems, gone passé with the rise of social media and the instant gratification that they bring.
But then again, I started this blog some 14 years ago when I was taking care of twin boys, sleep-deprived, housebound, with no other venting outlet other than this virtual journal of sorts. This blog was my escape, a virtual space that I could call my own, a place where I could write anything I wanted. It’s quite ironic that I find myself pounding away on my keyboard yet again on the wee hours of the night, in dire need of sleep, housebound yet again (this time, due to the Novel Corona Virus), and with an explosion of thoughts fighting for space inside my head. I am right back where I started.
I’ve always found solace in the stillness of these hours, where my inner voice can find a way to emerge from amidst the cacophony of innumerable trains of thought, random ideas, and sudden bursts of memory. As the rest of the world sleeps, and with my phone on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode, I can finally hear myself think. And I realised with a start that, at the core of all this panic of the Corona Virus, people are actually simply afraid of the unknown — all the things that we don’t know about the virus: its origins; its exact method of transmission; its cure and prevention; and, the ultimate unknown of all, death itself.
But while it’s true that the Corona virus has caused thousands of deaths in such a short span of time, the truth of the matter is that death is inevitable and has been written for all of us long before we even existed within our mother’s wombs. Getting infected with this virus is, putting it in a rather blasé way, just another way to die. We will all die one way or another. What is most important is — how do we live this life that we have been given so that, by the time the Angel of Death makes himself apparent, we can go without fear nor regret?
Wherever you are, whoever you are, treasure the time that you have now with the people you love. Use this time to do the things you’ve always wanted to start but never had the time to do so. Start writing that book. Or learning to paint. Or taking that online course. Take the time to reconnect with old friends via phone call, email, or text. Make this virus an excuse to mend relationships that are in dire need of mending, by simply saying “Hope you and your family are well” or “You’re in my thoughts and prayers”, when perhaps, what you actually want to say is “I’m sorry” or “Can we start over again?”.
Life is good. And yes, blogging world, I am back!!!
“The only thing that is constant is change.” – Heraclitus
It’s hard to believe it’s now August 2018 and my last post was eight months ago. I could have easily had a baby within that period haha! But, for the record, I didn’t :P
So many things have changed. I’ve had a career change. I started baking — as in, people pay me to make cakes for them (will write a separate post on my baking journey later!). The twins are now in secondary school (that’s high school for my American friends). Little Dragon is now in preschool. Even Malaysia has changed. For the first time in 60 years, the ruling party was ousted in the 14th General Elections and former Prime Minister Tun Mahathir Muhammad is…well…Prime Minister again.
My husband was fascinated at the fervour I showed over the changes in the Malaysian political scene, spending almost every waking hour checking from updates on Twitter starting around the night when votes were being counted. I told him it’s because the events that unfolded reminded me so much of the Philippines’ own peaceful People Power revolution. I told him I’ve known what life was like under a dictator who plundered a country, leaving it destitute.
What I forgot to tell him is that part of watching Malaysia metamorphose from an unknown country in the early nineties to what it is today. When I first came to KL in 1993, I spent an inordinate amount of time chatting on IRC and it always peeved me how most people had no idea where or what Malaysia was. I ended up with a pre-composed answer that I could copy and paste — something along the lines of “Malaysia is a country in Southeast Asia, located between Thailand and Singapore.” I’ve seen Petronas Twin Towers and SMART Tunnel being constructed…and, it goes without saying, suffered through the traffic ordeal that came with all the digging and building. I was baffled at the outrageous sodomy allegations against Dato Seri Anwar Ibrahim…and found myself in a spot when my then little girl asked me innocently, as she stared at anti-Anwar posters under a flyover “Mama, what does liwat mean?” I’ve seen the Malaysian economy rise and fall then rise again and eventually just spiral downwards, making me wonder if I made a monumental mistake migrating to Malaysia. (Later on, I found out that my mom wondered the same thing and was even contemplating on moving back to the Philippines.) But, praise be to God, I also saw change and now, I feel more hopeful about the future of my children.
So yeah, life’s good despite and because of all the changes.
I am Mimi -- writer, incidental world traveler, photography enthusiast, self-confessed gadget geek, aspiring polyglot (7 languages to date), and Thermomix superfan.
I'm a Filipina married to a Malaysian. Kuala Lumpur has been my home since 1993.
You may reach me at mimi[at]sleeplessinkl.my