I love tapioca. For those in the know about bubble tea, the best part of that entire beverage are the deliciously chewy pieces of tapioca at the bottom.
Recently I had my birthday lunch at a local Vietnamese restaurant and, of course, had to try the desserts they offered. One of the desserts was a coconut tapioca pudding, with a super-coconutty flavour.
I was instantly impressed and obsessed, so I attempted to make my own.
The result was this:
The inner-most thoughts of a girl on a path much less travelled.
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
December Fifteenth
Today is my birthday. I am now 27 years old. Holy shit.
Somehow all the excitement of having a birthday is drowned out by that number.
Hey, it's my birthday! But I'm turning 27.
27 is not exactly one of the "cool" birthdays. In fact, I would say it's the "un-cool" birthday.
Yes, you are another year wiser, a bit more educated, and (perhaps) a little richer- if that is possible these days. But in my case, realistically speaking, 27 is another reminder that I'm an aging female with even more raging hormones and even more problems.
I guess that's the one caveat of my birthdays, each consecutive birthday brings yet another problem into my life.
This year, the problem centers around family issues and more family issues.
How lovely.
Happy birthday to me.
I shouldn't complain so much, though. This birthday has given me a lot to be thankful for.
My friends were absolutely wonderful and gave me a (partial) surprise party. I am happy and grateful to know that there are a few people in the world that care about my happiness and my crappy 27th birthday enough to make it a happy one.
I couldn't ask for more.
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