Bueno Apetito

December 31, 2007

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“Another sabbatical?” she asked. Stephanie is so not the type to ask many questions, especially when she’s got nothing to say – and most of the time, she has. I don’t normally talk about what I’d like to do to the world, let alone friends. I’m really someone living in a populous world {and sometimes pretend to enjoy} yet alone despite the many ‘friends’ floating like planets in the oblivious time, you’d call space.

Leonardo {da Vinci}, Einstein, Tesla {Nikolaï}, Avicenna, Christ, Muhammad were all ‘alone’ despite the trajectory circuits they had taken in realizing the very essence of the ‘Word’. The Commoners couldn’t and wouldn’t have comprehended what they ‘preached’ – they were really sharing their thoughts to things in their worlds. People stuck in celluloid frames, like images are incapable of comprehension.

“Not another…” I just didn’t finish the first I took, I said.

When you have lived the Universal circuit, the breath heaves, and perceiving within, and beyond the corporeal how beautiful the statement of the ‘Word’ the paragraph of which part parcel the minute Universe around you interact like families, you’d likely want to see, or experience something else.

The Sun is not stationery, and if Earth scientists believe that the greater a mass a ‘thing’ is, the more plausible for it to be stationary; they’d have to content to the idea and debate of atomic minutiae as being just a hypothesis.

The more one ‘reads’ the transliteration of the Qur’aanulQariim {or the Great Books}, the more the heart comes to know that major {and also minor} sightings to the reality one lives in, is an exact carbon-copy of the ‘Word’, yet sparse scattered like unformed sentences and takes an almost trance-like deep contemplation to comprehend the nature of the Self, despite the conjures of the ‘Mind’. No, the Mind is not insane – Sanity is only granted to the ones who comprehend the nature of what they are in any reality. It is when the complexed Mind is veiled and is incapable of discerning the reflections that one ‘becomes’ a thing – takes form.

As long as the Spirit is living, contentment is in awe of the Splendor of The Lord, Alone.

Nisa {one of the other girlfriends – and no, I’m not gay!} dropped by on the Eve. I was {keeping my eyes} scanning the malls, as if I was leafing through a giant catalogue in my mind, for Pine trees at Ikea, you know the ones that infuse scents that keep most animals fixed in their movements awaiting a cyclic meltdown, but couldn’t find any. Doris, the other girlfriend said they used to sell real Pine at Ikea. Un-biodegradable ones made of plastic though almost real in-sight, exudes a stench when in contact with heat from the little diode-like bulbs despite its cool appearance. This Christmas was time spent without Jules, or the family {again}. Christian friends in Kuala Lumpur think I’m not Christian enough to incur the wrath of a celebration – yet when they talk of Christ; you know how deep their fervor is compared their fervor in looking for money.

The Dollar is slowly sinking, and there are machinations in play that China is fixed for a down-play.

Someone has to ensure that the great American continent stays afloat despite murdering their citizens in the recent Iraq war, loosing trillions to Bush’s ‘insanities’. So the Chinese would be smart to buy over all American companies, like what the Japanese used to at one time, pulling the rascal out of deep waters. The ‘made-in-China’ tin cans for sardines are not made of metal – that’s why they’re buying it like as if consumption of tin, iron, and any plausible metal – AU as an example is making the neighbors richer, though not as wealthy as the Emirateans, or the Saudis. A machination to have the ignorant Arabs transfixed in the augmenting economy is also seen, but you know… when prayers become thoughts, thoughts become things, and things become the currency in helping the minutiae the worlds are, you cannot just politicize the situation to make things better for the water closet. Have you seen how prayers are uttered 24/24 in their lingo in the Kingdom, let alone the United Arab Emirates? It’d put the Vatican state to shame!

It is barbarism to do so in the twenty-first century – the business of War is cancerous to any society – especially when it deals with humanity!

I prepared a quick dinner, having invited Nisa over.

My visit to Ikea and the Curve earlier deprived me of the Tree, {and Santa!} – Suddenly whatever good company you have during Eve, you would keep and remember {hopefully} till the new one comes the following year.

For two, just prop in two dining plates in the oven – heat it for about 2 minutes. You wouldn’t want it to be hot; because you don’t have many of those oven mitts to pass around now do you? Besides, we’re in Asia, where ’snow’ is rain and when it snows, we have a deluge and ‘The Inconvenient Truth’ becomes a reality – Asia is HOT even in December, so oven-mitts are not the in-thing to wear during dinner.

Meanwhile, if you’ve not marinated the rib-eye earlier, the easiest to prepare it would be to give it a quick hard sand with sea salt and rub fresh basil leaves in, and leave aside to seep in the goodness of salt and basil.

In a hot pan, drop in not more than 20g worth of President {or Lurpak} butter per rib-eye.

Let the scent from the fresh Basil leaves crush sizzle – remove it from the pan. Carefully slide in the meat, and let it sizzle over small-medium flame for about three minutes each side. Uncork the Shiraz 2005 or earlier {the Fortant, by the Skalli family} as it is good enough – costs about €12 to €18 a bottle, it teases the tongue with French spices, and Black cherry.

Prepare a mixture of Chardonnay, Moutarde de Dijon {Dijon Mustard}, crushed garlic, virgin olive and a teaspoon or two of grape seed oil, sea-salt, crushed peppercorns and one baby teaspoon of Ume {Japanese plum} fresh wine in a bottle, and shake it. Throw in the air-dried Wild Recket, Mizuna, Red Mignonette, Green Frills, Red Mustard, Watercress, Frisse, Red & Green Oak, Radicchio, and Red Veined Sorrel leaves in a salad bowl – and tossing it when the dressing is ½ poured in. Toss, or work it with clean hands. Set aside.

Remove plates, propped in the Rib-Eye, and a handful of leaves – decorate the salad with a thin slice of the best smoked salmon {preferably from Petrossian} and serve.

Bueno Apetito!