Tuesday, May 20, 2008
bunga bunga
21 mei 2008, rabu siang
Siang siang gini enaknya ngapain ya?? keluar panas...di dalem rmh aja bosen...ya uda, keluar ke teras beranda aja deh...disitu byk bunga2 bermekaran ria....iseng iseng fotoin aja deh...drpd nganggur....cuci mata aja deh
Pic yg paling kiri, itu pohon ume, ga tau bhs indo nya apaan deh? bagus bgt deh kalo lg berbunga, ga ada daunnya, cuman ada bunga aja...ini pic th lalu bln 2 an berbunganya...th ini ga berbunga, ga tau kenapa...lagi bertapa kali ya?? hehhe
Pic yg satu itu anggrek yg lagi mekar2nya....bgs ya? ngak nyangka bisa berbunga juga...tahun lalu si beli bibitnya di pameran bunga anggrek....susah2 gampang urusnya...jangan terlalu kena matahari...jgn siram terlalu byk air..
itu pameran bagus banget deh..anggrek sgala macem ada...sayang wkt itu ga sempet fotoin...
cuman beli 1 bibit bunganya aja...jadi tanosimini deh...dinikmatin aja..........
Ini ada satu bunga...ga tau namanya apaan tuh bunga....tp bunganya kecil2 lucu, kadang ada yg warnanya mix ..merah kuning pink, gw pny cm warna merah aja...tp bagus ya, .sayang cuman bisa mpe bln 6 ato 7, trus mati deh......so selagi ada, dinikmatiiinnn gitu aja....
pizza
2o mei 2008, selasa malam
Malem2 husband tiba2 kepingin makan pizza....lagi ngidam kali ya??? dari kmarin si uda minta dibikinin gitu....cuman gw sibuk urus mei yg sakit n msh harus urus xiang....jadi belom sempat bkin....
Pas kemarin, mei skul n si kecil bo2, baru deh sempet2 bkin pizza....smua bahan masuk ke si mesin home bakery, tinggal pencet2 tek tek tek, mulai da tuh mesin nyampurin smua bahan sendiri...kira2 butuh wkt 50 menit buat aduk n ngembangin...
Pikir punya pikir, tuh mesin hebat banget deh...bisa aduk sndiri mpe jadi adonan, ga perlu kita susah2 aduk ...tinggal tunggu bib, langsung deh jadi....
N bisa bkin roti tawar, dari bahan mpe jadi roti tawar...tinggal dipotong2 oles2 mentega ato selei ato apa lah, langsung bisa makan....cuman butuh wkt 3 jem buat bkin roti nya...
Mau tahu bahannya apa aja? ini gw tulisin deh...supaya pada bisa nyoba...[2 lembar pizza]
Air 180 ml
Tepung buat roti 280 gr
Gula 1 sendok
Garam 1 sendok kecil
Mentega 15 gr
Susu bubuk 1 sendok
Fermifan 2 sendok kecil
Udah gitu aja...gampang kan, ga macem2...hehe....kalo da jadi...adonan dibagi 2, ditutup kain selama 15 mnit, trus dibentuk pipih, trus atasnya kasih deh topping yg kita suka...pake mayonese n sauce n keju tabur biar sippp....trus tinggal dipanggang oven 190-200 drjat, slama 20 menit. Jadi dehhhhhh....
Kalo belom mau dimakan, bisa disimpan di reto[kulkas es]biar membeku....mo makan, baru panggang....ok deh selamat mencobaaaaaaaaa.........
Hundred Acres
May 20
“Who the $*%! are these people?” I asked Andrea Strong last evening as she walked with Vicki Freeman to the back of Hundred Acres.
I should have asked Vicki, because she’s the co-owner of Hundred Acres (and of Five Points and Cookshop), the new restaurant that opens on Thursday in the space that once was Provence, but I had never met her and didn’t know who she was.
Andrea introduced us and Vicki said most of the people at the opening party were her friends, although the press had been invited, too.
As far as I could tell there were only three press people there: Andrea, Ted Lee and me.
Ted’s getting married on Saturday, so congratulations to him.
But soon enough everyone else showed up; it was New York City's biggest restaurant opening of the week, after all. And so as I snacked on oysters, asparagus tempura, sliders and mini mint-chocolate ice cream cones and drank Sauvignon Blanc — followed later by something red that went down easily — I made the rounds. I saw Peter Meehan for the second time in my life and we had a very enjoyable chat about career choices. Peter’s about to leave The New York Times, you see, and people don’t do that very often. I suggested that leaving the Times was the coolest thing in the world to do. Then you can say, with nonchallance, “yeah, I had a column in the Times, but I quit. It was time to move on.”
I talked about my cousin Sarah Boxer, who worked at the Times for years, but finally quit to have a kid and otherwise readjust her priorities. She lives in the DC area now with her husband, Harry Cooper, who is, like, director of modern art at the National Gallery or something similarly spectacular, and their son Julius.
Sarah just came out with a new book, about blogs, and seems to be doing very well. Her parents, my Aunt Florine and Uncle Phil, are certainly proud.
Then I fell in with Julie Besonen of Paper and her husband, Jim Knapp, who were soon joined by freelancer Kathleen Squires and her plus-one, whose name I didn’t catch, but she sold clothing to department stores for Nike, and I ended up having a long talk with her about textile-import regulations and negotiation techniques in Asia.
I like speaking with plus-ones, because how much food-scene gossip does a person really need?
Then I talked with some people about vacationing in Colorado, caught up with David Blend of Thrillist and re-met his underling Steve Bryant.
I also caught up with Laren Spirer, sometime-contributor to Gothamist and, like me, a graduate from Tufts. Laren was in one of Tufts' three, yes three, a capella groups. She was in the offbeat, co-ed group called the Amalgamates, as opposed to the all-woman Jackson Jills (although Tufts is co-ed, on paper the women all attend Jackson College and the men attend the College of Liberal Arts; it is a tradition) or the legendary Beelzebubs. Really, the Bubs are legendary. My young colleague Mark Brandau, who was himself in an all-male a capella group in college, says the Bubs’ CD “Code Red” is the standard by which all other all-male a capella groups are measured.
Sure, you may want to laugh at college a capella groups, everyone does. But the Beelzebubs got laid more than anyone else at Tufts. I swear they did. Laren said so, too.
Amalgamates, not so much.
Laren and I briefly played the do-you-know game, and it turns out we both know Mayer Danzig, who was in charge of promoting concerts and stuff at Tufts. He booked the band for our Spring Fling. In fact, he booked The Band, but it was 1990, so it was minus Robbie Robertson, and I mocked his choice in my column in The Tufts Daily. He actually threatened me with physical harm, afterwards, but it was at a party thrown by large gun-toting friends of mine, so I wasn’t concerned.
Mayer’s now involved in the web site Twangville. I’ll have to shoot him an e-mail.
I swung by the table where Lockhart Steele and Ben Leventhal of Eater were assessing the situation.
Ben is always smiling. Always. He’s always smiling. I think he likes his job.
Ben and Lockhart are launching — on Thursday, I think — a new version of Gridskipper, which will be covering the Hamptons for the summer. We talked about several other things, which they then declared to be off the record, like anyone cares about their flirting strategies anyway.
I left at the same time as Steve Bryant, who I think was going to some other opening, and as I walked to the subway he let me rant about what’s wrong with my own neighborhood, Park Slope (in short, some of the most fortunate people in the world live there, but they spend their time simultaneously overindulging their children while also pumping them full of neroses, running in Prospect Park not to embrace life but to fight death — and all the tortilla chips sold at my minimarket are made with organic corn, like that makes the slightest bit of difference once the corn is processed and fried).
It is a pretty neighborhood, though.
“Who the $*%! are these people?” I asked Andrea Strong last evening as she walked with Vicki Freeman to the back of Hundred Acres.
I should have asked Vicki, because she’s the co-owner of Hundred Acres (and of Five Points and Cookshop), the new restaurant that opens on Thursday in the space that once was Provence, but I had never met her and didn’t know who she was.
Andrea introduced us and Vicki said most of the people at the opening party were her friends, although the press had been invited, too.
As far as I could tell there were only three press people there: Andrea, Ted Lee and me.
Ted’s getting married on Saturday, so congratulations to him.
But soon enough everyone else showed up; it was New York City's biggest restaurant opening of the week, after all. And so as I snacked on oysters, asparagus tempura, sliders and mini mint-chocolate ice cream cones and drank Sauvignon Blanc — followed later by something red that went down easily — I made the rounds. I saw Peter Meehan for the second time in my life and we had a very enjoyable chat about career choices. Peter’s about to leave The New York Times, you see, and people don’t do that very often. I suggested that leaving the Times was the coolest thing in the world to do. Then you can say, with nonchallance, “yeah, I had a column in the Times, but I quit. It was time to move on.”
I talked about my cousin Sarah Boxer, who worked at the Times for years, but finally quit to have a kid and otherwise readjust her priorities. She lives in the DC area now with her husband, Harry Cooper, who is, like, director of modern art at the National Gallery or something similarly spectacular, and their son Julius.
Sarah just came out with a new book, about blogs, and seems to be doing very well. Her parents, my Aunt Florine and Uncle Phil, are certainly proud.
Then I fell in with Julie Besonen of Paper and her husband, Jim Knapp, who were soon joined by freelancer Kathleen Squires and her plus-one, whose name I didn’t catch, but she sold clothing to department stores for Nike, and I ended up having a long talk with her about textile-import regulations and negotiation techniques in Asia.
I like speaking with plus-ones, because how much food-scene gossip does a person really need?
Then I talked with some people about vacationing in Colorado, caught up with David Blend of Thrillist and re-met his underling Steve Bryant.
I also caught up with Laren Spirer, sometime-contributor to Gothamist and, like me, a graduate from Tufts. Laren was in one of Tufts' three, yes three, a capella groups. She was in the offbeat, co-ed group called the Amalgamates, as opposed to the all-woman Jackson Jills (although Tufts is co-ed, on paper the women all attend Jackson College and the men attend the College of Liberal Arts; it is a tradition) or the legendary Beelzebubs. Really, the Bubs are legendary. My young colleague Mark Brandau, who was himself in an all-male a capella group in college, says the Bubs’ CD “Code Red” is the standard by which all other all-male a capella groups are measured.
Sure, you may want to laugh at college a capella groups, everyone does. But the Beelzebubs got laid more than anyone else at Tufts. I swear they did. Laren said so, too.
Amalgamates, not so much.
Laren and I briefly played the do-you-know game, and it turns out we both know Mayer Danzig, who was in charge of promoting concerts and stuff at Tufts. He booked the band for our Spring Fling. In fact, he booked The Band, but it was 1990, so it was minus Robbie Robertson, and I mocked his choice in my column in The Tufts Daily. He actually threatened me with physical harm, afterwards, but it was at a party thrown by large gun-toting friends of mine, so I wasn’t concerned.
Mayer’s now involved in the web site Twangville. I’ll have to shoot him an e-mail.
I swung by the table where Lockhart Steele and Ben Leventhal of Eater were assessing the situation.
Ben is always smiling. Always. He’s always smiling. I think he likes his job.
Ben and Lockhart are launching — on Thursday, I think — a new version of Gridskipper, which will be covering the Hamptons for the summer. We talked about several other things, which they then declared to be off the record, like anyone cares about their flirting strategies anyway.
I left at the same time as Steve Bryant, who I think was going to some other opening, and as I walked to the subway he let me rant about what’s wrong with my own neighborhood, Park Slope (in short, some of the most fortunate people in the world live there, but they spend their time simultaneously overindulging their children while also pumping them full of neroses, running in Prospect Park not to embrace life but to fight death — and all the tortilla chips sold at my minimarket are made with organic corn, like that makes the slightest bit of difference once the corn is processed and fried).
It is a pretty neighborhood, though.
panas seminggu
14 mei,2008, rabu
Rabu malem jam 2 an, tiba2 mei panas mpe 38.6 drajat, panasssss bner....mpe triak triak `acui acui, mama acui`[acui : panas....] gw langsung bangun deh, ambil handuk, ambil air kelabakan....cari kompres buat kepalanya...oya mpe obatnya ketinggalan...balik lagi kedapur, ambil obat di kulkas...obat anti panas yg cuman blh dipake kalo panas lebih dr 38 drjat.
Balik ke kamar...mei masih merengek...langsung deh, suruh nungging, masukin tuh obat..bentuk kapsul, lgs masuk ke dubur..kecian..sakit kali ya...mpe bilang :`itaku nai site mama`[jangan sakit masukinnya mama]....gw cuman bisa bilang iya...kasih selimut, kasih kompres,...masih merengek....kasih minum pocari sweat...biar ga hilang cairan.. tetep masih merengek...`acui acui.........`gw cuman bisa bilang `iya....uda pake obat, besok baik ya` merengek lagi....
ga lama bisa juga deh bobo lagi....gw uda kebangun, jadi susah bobo lagi deh....jd ngeliatin sipermata hati....ahhh...permata hati mama sakitttt....rasanya hati ini juga ikutan sakit.
Besoknya, panasnya turun sedikit, 38 drajat....rambutnya bajunya basah semua bner bner basah kuyuppp...langsung deh kelabakan lagi ambil baju dalem, baju tidur yang agak tebelan, celana..mana baju tebelnya uda gw pindahin ke lemari lagi....soalnya kan da mo musim panas...jd ganti musim ya ganti baju deh. Semua basah....basah kuyuppp....tapi masih agak panas....jadi youjien {tk} gw kasih liburin deh...Pagi jam 7 an uda telpon tuh skul nya....laporan sakit, ga masuk....
Uda gitu ubek ubek di dapur...bkin bubur deh....clang cluk bak buk,,...bubur jadi, eh si mei pules lagi....lah, kok gitu? gw da mo rebahan kembali ngelanjutin mimpi, eh, enggek ngek, si xiang da bangun, minta susu....walah...ya uda deh ga bisa lanjut bobo deh...
Sorenya, panasnya mei da turun 37 drajat...tapi masih lemes....makan juga susah, minum juga susah.... paksa paksain deh minum ...biar ga hilang cairan...masih lemes, ga nafsu makan...malem jam 7an mei da bobo deh....
gw juga pengen rebahan, tapi xiang belom mau bobo...masih ajak main..so, biar ama papanya aja main2, gw beres2 dapur, bikin bento buat husband, cuci cuci piring bertumpuk...uh uh...
jam 9an, akhirnya xiang bisa bobo deh...gw da cape banget.....mpe husband gw cuekin aja, langsung bobo ...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzz
Malamnya, mei panas lagi...masih dengan triakan yang sama `acui acui`...gw uda ga kelabakan lagi, soalnya uda siap kompres di kamar...uda siap obat n termometer...
Panasnya makin parah, 39 drjat, wah ...langsung deh pake kompres, masukin obat dubur lagi...uda ga ada tenaga buat triak...cuman bilang `itaku nai site mama` gw cuman bisa bilang `hai hai`....husband ikutan bangun juga buat kompres2.....baju basah semua....ganti lagi deh ..gw cuman bisa berdoa, semoga besok uda bisa baik lagi....uda ga panas lagi....
Jumat pagi, telpon yojiennya, ijin sakit...langsung bak bik buk urus yang kecil dulu....jam setengah 10an, baru bisa keluar rumah...minta ama yang jaga mansion [lumayan kenal, ibu ibusi] titipin yg kecil....gw bonceng mei pake sepeda....Sebenarnya mo gw ajak jalan kaki ajasambil dorong kereta baby, tapi kecian mei, lemes, ga bs jalan...jadi terpaksa dititip si kecil sebentar.....untung aja klinik anak2 itu deket rmh...5 menit bersepeda ria...n untungnya juga ga rame...jd lgs masuk priksa deh...
Tuh dokter agak streng, da agak berumur deh...omong omong gini gitu,dengan bhs jepang yang pas2an...dokternya cuman bilang `hai, kaze desu, kusuri dasimasu` [flu, bikin resep obat]
Koredake...owariii? Cuman gini aja? priksa ga nyampe 5 menit.....cuman bilang kaze...ehhhe bayar bayar, ambil obat....pulang langsung jemput si kecil. Untungnya si kecil ga rewel ditinggal sebentar...sibuk ber -arigato gozaimasu-ama tuh ibu...terima kasih banyak...
Ah emang susah disini ga punya SIM. .coba kalo uda punya , ga usah repot repot minta tolong jaga bebi...ga usah repot2 bersepeda ria.....aaahhh...tapi dapat in SIM perlu waktu n uang....
xiang gedean dikit..gw mo ambil skul setir aaaaaahhhh...
Pulang langsung deh minum obat...makan lagi, suruh minum lagi, suruh bobo yang banyak...tapi dasar si mei, udah lemes gitu, masih aja ga mau bobo...gimana mo cepet baik??
pusingggggggggg ....die malah bilang `goro goro dake mama` maksudnya rebah rebahan aja gitu, ga mo tidur..Sabtu n Minggu di rumah aja...istirahat...rencana mau belanja supermaket ga jadi deh...akhirnya suruh si husband aja yg belanja telor, susu, dsb dsb...
Senin paginya,gw liat mei masih lemes, jadi ijin lagi deh, ga skul da 3 hari ...gurunya mpe kuatir, dititipin surat...`misuzu ogenki desuka....karada no chosi wa doudesuka?`...masihl emesss...so istirahat di rumah, seharian makan bubur aja, masih blom nafsu makan...tapi untungnya uda ga panas...Papanya pulang sore, mei da bisa ketawa ketawa...omong rame...
ahhh..akhirnya...Puji Tuhan, Tuhan memberikan kesembuhan....
Terima Kasih Tuhan...
Hari ini, selasa 20 mei, akhirnya mei kembali ke skul....pulang jam 14.30, da kecapean...kasih mandi shower dulu...kasih makan pangsit rebus....kasih minum susu....Udah genki lagi....tapi jam 5 an, lagi di kasih makan pake hayasi rice, udah teler banget...cape...nemutai, uda ngantukkk...
akhirnya cuman makan separoh, uda teler, langsung peluk guling kwekkwek...bobo deh...zzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Ahhh...Kesehatan itu penting....Terima Kasih Tuhan telah memberikan kesehatan kepada kita.....Jangan anggap remeh ....Biar banyak uang kalo sakit sakitan juga percumaaa...
Tapppiii sekarang gw nya yang lemes...cape juga jaga 2 anak ..apalgi kalo lagi sakittttt.....
soooo...mo bobo dulu ahhhhhhhh...
telerrrrrrrrrrrrrr
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