Travlin' Dave

My dad is in Asia right now. He goes there a lot lately for his job. I think it's neat. This time, he's visiting Mumbai, Singapore and Malaysia.

Here are some photos that he has sent us over the past week along with his commentary:


This is near my hotel. It's called Carke Quay -- Somewhat like riverwalk in Sanantonio. About 80F and breezy. Too bad I have to work tomorrow!




Home Sweet Home.



Dinner.



Real Tapioca!

Ms. Stewart Can Pound Salt ... One teaspoon plus one-eighth teaspoon at a time.

Tonight I baked a Martha Stewart recipe. In the intro to the recipe, it claimed to be "easy." I took that to mean "quick." It wasn't. You had to bake and cool the damn thing THREE SEPARATE TIMES. Once for the crust. Once for the crust and filling together. Once for the crust, filling and meringue. Gosh, it was tedious.

That woman's style of cooking just doesn't jive with mine. She includes precise measurements, such as "1 and 3/4 cups PLUS 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour" and "3/4 cup PLUS 3 tablespoons fresh lemon juice." I mean, what kind of rigid control freak writes this stuff? Are two or three tablespoons really going to make a lick of a difference in the grand scheme of things? I prefer directions like, "Add one or two glugs of _____ and a squeeze or so of _____ to the pan and let sizzle until it starts smelling delicious."

I really don't like to measure. Or keep track of time. When I cook. Or ever.

Is that so bad?

I also don't like to sweep my floors, but that's another story.

I have a feeling Martha and I wouldn't get along so well, actually. I mean, she probably wouldn't send her kid to school with mismatched gloves. But I sure did.

And I'm darn proud of it.

My Girl

My sweet, sweet, precious little girl has been so ... well ... sweet lately. I just thought I'd tell you about it.

The past month or so, she's been extra attentive, personable, caring, reasonable (A reasonable five year old! That's HUGE.), affable, lovable, kissable, huggable — all those things.

I'm just waiting for the next full moon. She's bound to get a bug in her butt one of these days.

These photos were taken yesterday. It was her first time wearing her new brown hat and purple gloves that grandma Linda picked up at Target.

Yesterday also happened to be the LAST day she would ever wear those new gloves, due to the fact that she lost them. I almost spanked her with a wet noodle for that bonehead move. At least we have a photo to remember them by.

But considering what a model child she's been as of late, I just can't complain. She's a peach. That's all there is to it. A gloveless peach, but a peach nonetheless.

That's my girl.