Sunday, July 07, 2019

Gaggan - A remarkable gastronomic experience

It just so happened that this year's list of top 50 restaurants was unveiled at around the same time I was checking out Gaggan. Yes, Gaggan, the world's 4th best restaurant according to this list: https://www.theworlds50best.com/The-List-2019/1-10/Gaggan.html

I am not a food connoisseur, nor deeply knowledgeable about Indian cuisine. I wish I wa, I would have enjoyed Gaggan's progressive Indian more. Nonetheless, it was a one of a kind experience. It felt like being part of an experiential show, being asked to lick a plate of curry or eating some brain-looking food blindfolded.

I must say, taking a 25-course tasting menu at one of the world's best restaurants was a deeply empowering experiencing to me. Here I was, with my hard-earned money, enjoying fine food with strangers who queued up for weeks and months to get a seat at this most coveted table. It felt liberating to a woman whose past 6 years have mostly been consumed with mothering and raising a family. Wow, I am one lucky woman! Let me remain humble despite all these blessings.

But kids, this is for you! May you have the drive to strive and give all your best while you're young, for the fruits of your labor - when enjoyed at the appropriate time - will be the sweetest. 

Next time, I hope to enjoy this experience with my loved ones. I had thought about my father while dining. But maybe not Gaggan, he is likely not adventurous enough to try different renditions of Indian food. Of course, I would save another experience with Rene, and hope to be able to tag my cousin chef Chris as well.

***First posted on Facebook on 28 June, the day I dined at Gaggan.*** 

In Bangkok, on the way back home from Naypyitaw.

Fortunate to get a seat at Gaggan, the world’s 4th best restaurant and Asia's best, before it closes sometime next year. Yeah, still have a reason to celebrate on my birthday month. 😆

I didn’t realize that I had signed up for a 25-course tasting menu until I asked my seatmate at the chef’s table. 😅 Seatmate hails from Sweden and had been on the waitlist for half a year. I signed up in mid-May and got a confirmation 2 weeks later. 😆

I must say, it was as much a performance as it was a gastronomic delight. Imagine the team’s creativity and playfulness coming to life in every dish that was served, which was also accompanied with lively music and an early evening drizzle in the sun room. I was blown away by the whole set-up. 😍

Sharing the photos and some videos - watch me eat some brain blindfolded, and being served the loveliest birthday cake ever (thanks to the edible candle!). What a memorable experience, during the month I turned 36. 😊

My seatmate became my dining buddy
Mr. Sommelier was so nice to let us try 3 different types
of white wine 'coz I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted earthy or full-bodied.
In the end, I ended up with neither and chose a Riesling, something sweet. =P


The long, emoji-filled menu!
First course

Second course - the famous yoghurt pops!
Oh yeah, third course!

Fourth course
Fifth course
Sixth course
Seventh course
Eighth course
Ninth course

10th course - a fave. They made it look like truffles, but it
really was some well-made bread with some filling.
11th course
12th course
13th course
14th course
Preparing the 15th course, a tribute to sushi
15th course
16th course, a tribute to chawanmushi

17th course
18th course
19th course
20th course



21st course
21st course

23rd course, Gaggan's mango lassi
24th course

25th course
And because it was my birthday month, I got an extra course.
Lovely birthday cake concept!

Revealing what the emojis meant. I still wish we got more description of each course.

Happy birthday, Papa Oscar!

***First posted on Facebook on 8 June 2019***

Happy birthday to my favorite Papa Oscar!!!
Papa Oscar with Gabo

I am so proud to be your daughter, so blessed to have grown up under your constant presence and 
sacrifices. You are most generous of your time and others resources, this I deeply appreciate. You took joy in driving us to and from school as we kids were growing up, many times welcoming our friends to hitch a ride with us as well. It just didn’t seem a burden to you. And the fact that you were always there - never late - waiting for us by the time school ends has given me the assurance that you will always be with me and my siblings no matter what. That I was able to explore the world, pursued dreams that you didn’t understand yourself, and yet, you continued to hear me out and supported me financially (hope no need to do so going forward haha!). I owe much of the life I have now to you, ‘coz you had set the bar high in terms of the privileges we kids were going to get - no matter how difficult for you - and gave me the liberty to find myself, my passions without letting me worry about finances even if you didn’t have much.

Pa, I wish you good health and joy in your heart so you can continue to spread the love to us and your grandchildren. And that you get to enjoy the privileges and more that you yourself strived to give your children. I love you, Pa. 😘

Happy birthday, Mama Cora!


Date with Mama, sometime in 2016
***First posted on Facebook on 7 June 2019***
Happiest of birthdays, Mama Cora!

I have been blessed to be raised by parents who have not only given their all to me and my siblings, but have also encouraged and supported us to explore life, take risks, and make mistakes.

To Mama, thank you for being a living example of a woman with a can-do attitude, a woman with a strong will and determination to pursue what piques her interests against all odds. Because of your example, it was never a question for me whether I can do things. Know that during tough and stressful times in my adult life, I would constantly remind myself that I am my mother’s daughter after all, so I should be able to get through...

I am also amazed at your ability to find joy in difficult situations as well as your ability to seek help when necessary - to God and others. You are to me, someone who has been able to live life, crying and laughing with little inhibition. I used to think that you must be proud of me to be able to live the life that you never lived - being able to enjoy a job and all its perks while raising a family. But now, I think you have actually lived, however difficult the circumstances, even if the odds may be against you, for that requires a lot of character. Praise God for blessing my mother, for blessing you with resilience and that undying faith in you, no matter how flawed.

Thank you for showing me and my siblings that it is okay to make mistakes. What is important is we stand up, and learn from our failings and shortcomings. It was not articulated, but that way actually, life is more meaningful. Thank you for instilling in us the desire to give back to people’s generosity, and for showing us the importance of coexisting with a bigger society beyond the immediate family (that is, with our relatives and friends). Thank you for being a prayerful mother whom I desire to emulate.

Ma, on your birthday, I wish you good health and a heart exuding with gratitude. God has never left you. I know He will never leave you. I love you, Ma. Thank you for everything. 💛

Friday, May 24, 2019

Food for thought - on the need to help impoverished kids go to school

Was listening to a podcast over lunch featuring Michelle Obama.

I find these lines by Michelle really moving. It resonates with me because I myself am a living example of how education can change lives, and open a door of opportunity after another..

I took out the emphasis on girls or women, as these could apply to boys or men, too.

"The difference between success and failure when you…are a minority is really slim. If you get the wrong message, it sits with you the wrong way. And if you do not have an advocate, no opportunity, then you are sunk."

"Just imagine – there was something that was in you from the time you were 4 or 3. You talk to your parents, they could see that in you. So imagine that part of you that would never get educated, how you would feel, how frustrated, how angry you would feel? And to know that there are millions of girls (and boys) around the world (who do not get educated), 'coz talent, potential knows no country, knows no gender. The mirror image of both of you is sitting somewhere in Uganda (or just about anywhere), not being educated because of some cultural norm, or some closedmindedness, or some ignorance, (or simply no opportunity), and how that girl (or kid) feels – how you would feel in that situation?"

Food for thought on a Friday, and over the weekend...

Tuesday, May 08, 2018

Summer feels, and my relationship with water

I love the water! In fact, it came to me while doing laps yesterday that 'I actually have a relationship with the water!' And there's no other perfect time to think about dipping oneself in cool waters than this summer. Yes, after a cool period in the first quarter of the year, temperatures have begun to rise here in Singapore. Makes me wanna hit the beach or the pool pronto!

Seems like I am not the only who has a relationship with the water!

Perhaps that is why I have been dragging my family to swim for two Saturdays now at the nearby club. Oh, I finally tried the kid's water slide there, and gosh it has rekindled my longing for water slides. I was pregnant in the second half of last year when I discovered that water slides can simply make me happy. 😁😁😁 But I just couldn't do it then for the sake of safety. Since I have given birth and gotten my OB's approval to swim, now is the time!!! I told Rene I am going to hit the Adventure Cove Waterpark at Sentosa with the kids one of these days. 😎😎😎 

The heat has also put me into reminiscing mode. 'Coz again, I already have quite a longstanding relationship with the water. Track record? This and this! But also, reminiscing is what happens when you are on maternity leave and refuse to leave the house because you're building a milk stash for the time when you return to work (and you told a friend that you refuse to meet him because your confidence is very low???).  

This is how much I love the water: I immediately get the urge to swim when I see a body of water. What a waste to have that much water when you cannot swim in it! That's what I felt when I first visited the MacRitchie Reservoir. I totally get it that not all water here in the planet is for swimming - it's for drinking, too!!! - but but... 

Ironically though, I am very lazy to take a shower at home when there is no reason to go out! Hihihi! But taking a shower is different from swimming or simply dipping in the water. Wahhh!!!

So I remember, on my second and final year of graduate school (thesis time so I already had my own schedule), I would hit the university swimming pool in the morning for an hour's swim after having my breakfast; how I loved the warmth of the sun on my damp skin. I would like to think that my obsession "culminated" in a recital - a chance to participate in a charity swimming event, where participants were given 20 minutes to swim and every lap completed was matched with a certain amount by donors. Since then, I have made it a habit to swim, made it a practice from one pregnancy to another; more so post-pregnancy, as is the case now.

That's endorphin-filled me after the swim, almost a decade ago! 

Two days ago, I was completing my usual 1-km swim in the pool when this special request occurred to my mind: When my time is up here, please throw my ashes into a body of water that you'd imagine me enjoying a good swim. Where? First thing that came to my mind was the beaches of Capri - I can just imagine how lovely it would be to swim in the warm Mediterranean waters in the summer. I could have done it when I visited last July - in the midst of the heat wave - but I got seasick in my attempt to get into the Blue Grotto. It took me about three hours to recover from the nausea so I missed the swimming in that day's schedule of activities. So that's one option (but I can also imagine dreading to swim in the thick of winter! Haha, as if my soul would be bothered!).

This was the closest I could get to Bagni di Tiberio - a view from Anacapri
(I had a reservation for a sun bed but missed it!) 

An alpine lake or river would do, actually. (In fact, it would not just do, it would be a delight to my weary soul...just that Europe is so far away. But I think I now prefer fresh to saltwater). One of my fondest memories was when the family had a dip in the river Isar at the English Garden in Munich during our trip in the summer of 2015. Looking back, I was really delighted that Rene and the kids welcomed the idea of taking a dip, just like what the many others were doing that one sunny afternoon. Silly us, we ended up rushing to our dinner appointment with our wet clothes on (Rene's and mine)! Thankfully, the summer heat dried our clothes quite fast. 

Wouldn't you want to take a dip, too?
Us four, back in August 2015
Pax didn't complain at all! 
And Umi was such a trooper!
The after-dinner photo with our now-dried clothes =)
Having said that, I do not mind hitting the beach these days. Sentosa would be good, we're just kinda busy in the weekends with Paco's baptism and our trip to the Philippines coming up. Anyway, I am already happy that I get to do my laps in the pool these days. As for the beach, I am already good with our Krabi trip last January, which in a way was already like celebrating summer 2018 in advance. =)

We visited Krabi before I popped.
The kids snorkelled. But their first was actually a year ago in Phuket.
 I am a proud mommy!
Us five (Paco in my tummy) in Krabi, January 2018

Thursday, May 03, 2018

Pax's delivery - what to expect when your labor is induced?

It has been over three years since Pax was born. I often say that I haven't bothered to write an entry about my second birthing experience given how arduous it was that I can hardly remember a thing. I was lucky I was able to deliver Pax naturally still, without epidural. But I did ask for epidural at some point, I recall, but re-considered given the rapid progress of labor. The nurse instead gave me Entonox (laughing gas) and it certainly helped me manage the intense pain. Given what I went through, I would never allow myself to be induced again. N-E-V-E-R again, spell that out! (Meaning, if I can avoid it, I certainly will!) It was my ignorance about the effects of labor induction that put me in that agonizing situation.

But I am surprised to see in my drafts that I was able to jot down the main points about my second delivery. I have cleaned the draft a bit, but nonetheless remained faithful to an earlier (and thus, more reliable) personal recollection of Pax's entry into the world.
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Pax arrived two weeks earlier. His EDD was supposed to be on the 24th of January 2015. He was born on the 13th of January, a Tuesday, at 12:39am.

Childbirth, the second time around, was no way easier than my first.

My water bag broke at around 5am on Monday. Rene and I headed straight to Mt. Alvernia Hospital, afraid that contractions will start sooner than I can turn over my work to my bosses ('coz I was still planning to report to work that week). But mild contractions only started in the evening at around 7pm, after a dose of prostaglandin in the morning and oxytocin in the evening. Because labor progressed very slowly, my OB suggested over the phone that we opt for a C-section. I already had an inkling that this option might be raised while Rene and I were still lingering around the hospital corridors earlier in the day, waiting for labor to start. I just did not want to entertain the idea as I had no plans of going through a major surgery.

Hearing the OB suggest a C-section was hard to swallow for me, and Rene understood that. So we asked our OB to re-assess the situation when she would arrive at the hospital. Rene and I prayed hard for a miracle. No C-section please. What if something goes wrong? I feared of death and the thought of leaving my lovely kiddos and husband behind.

Miraculously, when the OB arrived at the hospital about an hour later, her vaginal examination (VE) indicated that I was already about 5cm dilated and that there was actually no need of a C-section at that point. We realized that the nurse or mid-wife who had been attending to me earlier did not ask me to pee every time she did the VE. And that made all the difference. Apparently, when your bladder is full, the cervix could appear less dilated. I can imagine the enlarged bladder taking the space of a supposedly wider cervix, causing erroneous measurements.

Labor did progress minutes later. But I was taken a back at how the contractions suddenly became excruciatingly painful. It was not supposed to be that way; from my experience with Umi and what Rene and I learned from the childbirth class we had attended, the pain intensity was supposed to build up gradually. However, this one was rather highly accelerated (this is an understatement!). I soon got so tired from bearing the pain that I began asking for epidural. However, the nurse told us that it would take 0.5-1 hour to get the anesthesiologist. So she offered me the laughing gas instead. The laughing gas turned out to be a real blessing, I survived the whole ordeal without an epidural!

Inhaling the laughing gas during contractions helped ease the excruciating labor pains. It also made me groggy and I felt that my body was beyond my control. I heard Rene's voice and felt at peace that he was with me at that moment. I thought, 'maybe, maybe you truly love the person when you still want to be with him during the toughest point in your life' (naks!). The gas was definitely helping me manage the pain...and making me hallucinate, too? 

Then the time to push came. The nurse took away the gas from me so I can be alert to push with every contraction. Looking back, the gas was actually a way to conserve my energy for the unimaginable effort required to push out the baby. 

The pushing stage seemed to last forever. I wanted to give up but there was no turning back. After what seemed like eternity, Pax came out. He was beautiful. My Pax, our Pax. 

The gas was again offered to me during the delivery of the placenta and during stitching because of the episiotomy. 

After Pax was cleaned, he was brought back to me on the bed. He was lovely. He seemed to want to talk, as if he wanted to tell me about the tough time he went through to see this world. (He did actually look like the world had treated him terribly, only to find out later on that this is another bungisngis kid of ours!) Our encounter, however, was cut short when the nurses informed me that Pax had to be brought to the NICU (neonatal intensive care unit). Pax apparently had difficulty breathing. But after a few more checks, we were told that his condition was stable and that we didn't have to worry. 

Rene and I celebrated this another feat of ours with toasted bread and warm Milo. As there was no available 1-bedder at the hospital that night, I was temporarily placed in a 2-bedder. That meant that Rene cannot stay with me. So he went home shortly and slept with Umi instead.  

In my room, I tried to sleep but couldn't. My emotions certainly hadn't calmed down from what just transpired. I passed the time by searching the internet about Pax's breathing difficulty and found out that it could be due to the synthetic oxytocin that was used to induce labor. Thankfully, that initial breathing problem did not interfere with his ability to feed from my breast, and that Pax and I had a wonderful breastfeeding relationship. 
Pax at 6 weeks old. Still looking like the world owes him a great deal! Hahaha!
That bungisngis chubbikin at 6 months old with his Papa and Ate Umi
Oh, this mischievous boy now! At 3 years and 4 months.
Postscript:

Risks of labor induction (from Journal of Perinatal Education, 2006)

Induction of labor alters the process of labor and birth in significant ways. The cervix often needs to be softened before pitocin (synthetic oxytocin) will be effective. Pitocin causes contractions that both peak and become stronger more quickly than naturally occurring contractions. The result is a labor that is more difficult to manage. In addition, the uterine muscle never totally relaxes between contractions, increasing stress on both the uterus and the baby. Because of the increased potential risks for the uterus and the baby, continuous electronic fetal monitoring is indicated. The fetal monitor and intravenous line make movement more difficult. The hormonal orchestration of labor is disrupted. Pitocin does not cross the blood-brain barrier; therefore, endorphins are not released in response to the increasingly strong and painful uterine contractions. Laboring women do not experience the benefits of endorphins as they try to manage their contractions. Additionally, without the help of endorphins, they are likely to require an epidural. The epidural alters the course of labor, prolonging the length of both first- and second-stage labor and increasing the need for the use of instruments at birth. Without high levels of naturally occurring oxytocin and endorphins, catecholamine levels do not surge at the time of birth, and the mother and her baby are less alert and able to interact in the moments after birth.

Elective induction increases the risk of giving birth to a baby that is near-term (born between 35 and 37 weeks, even when it seems the baby should be 38–40 or even 42 weeks by dates). In spite of their physical appearance, near-term infants are physiologically and developmentally significantly less mature than full-term infants and are at increased risk for mortality and morbidity in the newborn period (Wang, Dorer, Fleming, & Catlin, 2004). The near-term infant is at increased risk for temperature instability, hypoglycemia, respiratory distress, apnea and bradycardia, and clinical jaundice (Wang et al., 2004). The baby's difficulty in coordinating suck/swallow and breathing abilities contributes to problems with feeding; subsequently, poor feeding adds an increased risk of hyperbilirubinemia (Sarici et al., 2004).