I'm Screaming about Ice Cream

OK so I apologise that it took more than half a year for me to write anything. 

I'm not sure I wanna blog much anymore, but then I wanted to leave this spot for things that I felt I wanted to document but didn't quite belong on FB. (Cos that's where my entire life story is right?)

And yes, I can put stuff in a regular diary / journal, the way most people do, but then where would I put the DEEGEETAL fotos?

Now on to the post! 

Today I tried my hand at making ice cream

It's one of those things that I always thought was REALLY difficult to do. Until a darling friend from school  taught me how to do it. Well, she made some for a party we had recently, it turned out awesome - I couldn't tell it was home made - cos it was THAT professionally done, and then I found out how easy it was to do!

1) Beat 2 x 300ml of Bulla Thickened Cream in a mixer

2) Dissolve 4 tablespoons cocoa powder in a tin of condensed milk

3) When the cream is stiff (and starts to look like little clots - this happens rather suddenly, mind you - add the "chocolate milk" and mix well

 

4) Pour into an old ice cream tub for that authentic feeling of eating some store-bought ice cream

5) Freeze overnight for best results.



I'll let you know how it turned out after I try some tomorrow :)

It's Official

I am 40. 

I feel older. Not in that Oh My CNY is Coming and I'm Gonna Have to Field "Those" Questions Again way.

I feel older in the way that I'm happy with what I have, where I've been, who I've become. 

The 姐姐said it perfectly in the waiting room of CGH's A&E when she said "Maybe you're meant to touch the lives of all the children that you teach... something you probably might not do if your life had turned out differently."

I agree. A student of mine wrote on my FB wall today wishing me Happy Birthday and said some awesome mushy things about how I've taught him more than playing the piano. That's what makes my job worthwhile. Sure, you have ambitious parents who get a reality check from teacher dearest when their kid doesn't put in the time and effort... you get the kids come to class kicking and screaming, making up excuses, telling you stories... you roll your eyeballs and groan inwardly (or outwardly sometimes) when you're just NOT getting thru to them. 

But the occasional word of gratitude or the unexpected high mark could make it all better. For me anyway. 

People have often asked me how I define myself. I think I'm ready to take a stand and say - I'm a Teacher. It's what I do. It's who I am.