a cosy sunday
I wake up to the pitter-patter of the rain outside. It’s not a heavy pouring down kind of rain, just a soft chinking off my bedroom windows. I reach out for my phone to quickly check the time. Our blinds are still down and it’s hard to gauge the time when it’s grey outside. It’s almost 10 am. George is awake, lying next to me, already doing his morning scroll. I let out a soft sound to get his attention. After a few tries, he turns over and gives me a big cuddle. I love sleeping in on the weekend, but especially on Sunday. It’s always so quiet and peaceful even when it’s almost noon. There’s no rush to go anywhere. We should do the grocery shopping today if we want to be organised. But sometimes it feels good to ignore the “should” tasks and just enjoy a slow Sunday. I know we will miss this tranquillity in the morning when we have a dog and kids in the future. So right now I want to make the most of this privilege.
George gets up to make us coffee. Another thing I love about the weekend is that George is in charge of the coffee and I can enjoy more time in bed. I do a quick check on Instagram but soon get overwhelmed by all the updates, so I exit the app. I have been a lot more conscious about spending time on social media since the beginning of last year. I deleted my Facebook over a year ago, and honestly, I don’t miss it. It’s funny thinking about how I used to spend hours on Facebook, refreshing my newsfeed every hour for updates. But the moment I stopped having it, nothing in my life fell apart. It just goes to show that social media is not as essential as we think. I still keep Instagram because it’s my creative platform, but I set a time limit on the app. I don’t want to spend more than two hours a day on it. Surprisingly, ever since I set the time limit, I hardly ever go over it. I think it makes me a lot more conscious about how I use the app.
I open the book that I’ve started last week. After a long series of non-fiction books, I’ve switched back to novels for a change. The last book I read was Beartown by Fredrik Backman. It reminded me how much I love stories and novels. I was all consumed in the world of hockey that Fredrik created, despite not knowing anything about hockey prior to reading the book. The one I’m currently reading is called The Reading List by Sara Nisha Adams. It was recommended by a Book YouTuber that I follow so I’m excited to give this a go. I hope it will be another good read. George is back with the coffee. I really don’t think anything could beat sipping on a hot cup of coffee in bed while getting immersed in words on a rainy morning. This peace feels luxurious.
After I finish my coffee and two chapters, my tummy starts rumbling. I know I’m going to get hangry soon, so I get out of bed to make some rice (yea ya girl can eat rice all day everyday okay). George is going to make our favourite tomato & egg soup. It’s so simple yet so full of flavour and instantly warms my body up. It’s also one of the very first dishes dad learnt how to cook for us when mum was too sick from all the chemotherapy. So it always bears a very nostalgic feeling. I’m lucky that George is so good at making this dish now.
My tummy is happy now. There is a bowl full of homegrown plums that my manager gave me last week sitting in our fridge. She said I could make jam or freeze them for smoothies but honestly I’m not a jam or smoothies kinda person. But I have another idea today. I’m going to make plum sauce. We use plum sauce for cooking quite often, so I thought it would be nice to make our own. A quick google search and I find a recipe from my favourite cook as the first result. Here’s the recipe I use. I have slightly less plums than the recipe and don’t have prunes, so I have to adjust the seasoning a bit. It takes surprisingly quick to make. And the results are bloody good! I need to come up with some meals that will go well with this plum sauce for next week.
