Steadfast
Familiarity
With a routine that goes back as far as my memories can take me
Of sitting around the table
Of glowing red on the cheeks because of the heat
Of dropping slices of meat into the pot and not being able to find it
Of diligently chewing on semi-cooked food and insisting it’s cooked to avoid my cooking skills being the topic at the dinner table for yet another year
Of letting the steam mist those spectacles and cloud the vision
Of silently dumping the sea cucumber that I’ve fished out, back into the soup without being lectured on how nutritious they are and how I should not be picky about food
Although,
The table isn’t round
Functional metal spoons are used instead of exquisite porcelain ones meant for meals and soup like this
Going out for a meal will save much hassle of preparation, having to cook the food myself and having to clear up after dinner
But, there’s nowhere else that I can get away with
Using a fork for a hot pot dinner to poke the dumplings out of the pot without being stared at
Drinking fish maw soup, trying pineapple tarts, biting into bah kwa and washing it down with wine all within a meal
Sulking and snapping that I keep being prodded to eat more and having heaps of food put on my plate
Picking up and tucking the slice of abalone I dropped on the floor into my mouth with no hesitance
The hot pot broth,
Bland and clear in the beginning
Only gets richer and more flavourful
Because of the mesh of ingredients
That’s thrown in and left to brew and boil
Just like the family
Each one so different
But known and accepted, the way we are- the little good, some bad and much ugly
Some parts routine, some parts responsibilities, some parts obligations, and most parts
Just because we are family.
Just because they are the first pple we knew, played with, ate with, lived with,
Learnt about love and kinship and endured pain and hardships
Familiarity.
There were years i dreaded it. Resisted it. Wish I could avoid it.
But this year... in the Lord's presence, I snuggle in the steadfast and abundant love of family.
Happy Chinese New Year dear all.
8 Comments:
wah please you said I articulated what you wanted to say in my recent post?
I think u did way better. Very succintly articulated.
Enjoyed it immensely!
- bestfren.
haha. happy new year my fren. :)
actually, i don't like poetry. i like prose a lot more. that's why my lit grades fell short of A. haha. why say sth in so few words when one can wax lyrical with so many more? haha.
yeah yeah, i'm the cheong hei one.
yada yada blah blah. :P
btw, careful not to fall ill forcefully swallowing those semi-cooked goo and hey!! sea cucumber's yummy!! hahaha.
Bestfren: Happy New Year! U inspired me, haha...and glad we feel the same way abt CNY. Enjoy this last day of hols, babe!
Eeky:I dunno how to appreciate poetry too. But maybe i'm getting lazy, like cant string words into sentences or prose. Ha.
And eww..i still dun like fish maw and sea cucumber. I'm very unadventurous when it comes to seafd:P
haha. i generally don't appreciate fish, unless fried, but even then. so fish maw is definitely out.
but sea cucmber is nice lah. hahahaha.
did i tell u i got interview tmr? getting jittery already. been quite a while.
AH FREN
WHEN ARE U GOING TO BLOG AGAIN
- best fren
wa! Your article makes me feel as warm as a hot pot of steam boat.
I'm beginning to appreciate Much More, of your writing.
So hardwarming!
ernie! Always like your surprise comments. How r u? and have u eaten anymore hotpot aft tt hotpot dinner we had? I still cant forget the dumping we did...into the soup. hee.
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