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Sunday, May 12, 2013
Mariage, l'amour, l'espoir, et la bulle sursauts
Plus tôt cette semaine, j'étais assis dans un récital de violon de mon fils en regardant autour de la salle à tous les autres parents. Eh bien pas vraiment tous les autres parents ..... Je cherchais surtout pour les couples. Quelles sont leurs vies parfait? Quand ils se préparaient pour le concert, ils sourient et rient avec une affection facile à vivre qui naturellement entre eux? Est-ce qu'ils soutiennent les uns avec les autres sur si ils étaient en retard, où ils s'asseyaient, et quels sont les vêtements de leur enfant porte? Étaient-ils vraiment ici ensemble dans l'amour ..... ..... dans "like" .... les uns avec les autres? Ou ont-ils mis sur un spectacle de solidarité maintenant qu'ils étaient en public, après la tension, la dissidence, et se chamaillent en privé?
Bien sûr, je ne saurai jamais. Aucun de nous ne sait jamais vraiment ce qui se passe entre deux personnes si déversements leur suspicion, la critique et l'antagonisme plus .... les limites de la vie privée, dans le monde public. Quand je vois que cela se produise, il apporte la tristesse de mon cœur, même s'ils sont étrangers.
Je veux atteindre et interférer ..... de rappeler les deux personnes que ce qu'ils se disputent au sujet est extrêmement important pour deux d'entre eux de différentes manières pour le moment, mais dans le grand schéma de la vie - il est inutile. Ils ont besoin de s'arrêter, prendre du recul et se permettre de se remettre ensemble naturellement plutôt que de forcer un faux sentiment de solidarité, de partenariat - diminue avec méfiance et inquiétude.
Je suis particulièrement intrigué par les arguments au sujet de quelque chose qui «presque» est arrivé. Par exemple, nous avons été "presque" en retard. Vraiment? Sauf si la phrase est quelque chose comme "puis elle a presque eu des relations sexuelles avec l'homme nu dans le lit" ce devrait être un moment de célébration joyeuse, une mini-victoire dans la course contre la montre pour vous et votre famille. High fives tout autour!
Je me suis retrouvé à essayer de regarder dans leurs yeux. Pour une raison que je me sens comme si je pouvais voir la vérité si je pouvais voir dans leurs yeux. Est-ce le look décontracté de quelqu'un qui sait qu'ils sont aimés, qui sait qu'ils sont sûrs, qui sait que tout ce qu'ils ont à faire est de donner un coup d'œil rapide ou demi-sourire et leur partenaire serait instantanément sourire sciemment. Le secret, le langage muet de deux personnes liées les unes aux autres grâce à leur amour et l'acceptation de l'autre.
Combien de fois les amoureux éclater les bulles de leur partenaire avec des mots tranchants, les yeux coupe, sarcastique tenu des propos? Combien de fois ils se concentrent-ils sur ce qui s'est passé mal plutôt que ce qui se passait à droite? Combien de fois ne nous laissons bonheur glisser entre les doigts comme du sable? Il semble que l'amour est une entité tangible forte au début d'une relation. Nous pouvons tenir dans nos mains, tenez-le à notre cœur, dire tout le monde "Regardez! Regardez ce que j'ai trouvé! Regarde ce que j'ai créé!" Ensuite, il semble être plus douce, plus déformée. Faute de soins et d'attention, il semble que cela peut devenir une chose globulaire, un tube coulissant de goo que vous pouvez acheter dans un magasin de souvenir pour vos enfants pour les divertir pendant des heures ..... en essayant de s'accrocher à quelque chose ce qui ne peut avoir lieu. Pas si amusant quand nous sommes plus âgés.
J'ai réalisé que je n'étais même pas vraiment entendre la musique, que je me suis perdu dans mes pensées et observations du langage corporel de tous les couples autour de moi .... et j'ai dû me rappeler à ce moment, comme une mère appelée backdoor pour les enfants rentrent à la maison et de manger le dîner. J'ai dû me dire d'être dans mon propre temps, l'écoute de mon fils et ses camarades jouer "Guillaume Tell" que les enfants avaient pratiqué pendant des mois. Pour regarder la tête nerveux de mon enfant, mon beau fils, qui a été perdu dans son propre moment.
Mon fils a beau s'inclinant ....
Labels:
l'amour,
l'espoir,
la tristesse,
le bonheur,
mariage,
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Marriage, love, hopes and bubble bursters
Earlier this week, I was sitting in my son's violin recital looking around the room at all the other parents. Well not really all the other parents.....I was mainly looking at the couples. What are their lives like? When they were getting ready for the concert, did they smile and laugh with an easy going affection that naturally made them a team? Did they argue with each other over whether they were late, where they were going to sit, and what their child was wearing? Were they really here together.....in love.....in "like" even....with each other? Or were they putting on a show of togetherness now that they were in public, after tension, dissent, and bickering in private?
Of course, I will never know. None of us really ever know what goes on between two people unless their distrust, criticism, and antagonism spills over....over the boundaries of private life, out to the public world. When I see that happen, it brings sadness to my heart, even if they are strangers.
I find myself longing to reach out and interfere.....to remind them both that what they are arguing about is amazingly important to both of them in different ways at the moment, however in the grand scheme of life - it is meaningless. That they should stop, take a step back, and allow themselves to come back together naturally rather than forcing a false perception of togetherness, of partnership that is belied with distrust and anxiety.
I am especially baffled by arguments about something that "almost" happened. As in we were almost late. Really? Unless the sentence goes something like "and then she almost had sex with the naked man in her bed" this should be a moment of joyous celebration, a mini-victory in the race against time by you and yourteam family. High fives all around!
I found myself trying to look into their eyes. For some reason I feel like I could tell if I could see in there eyes. Is there the relaxed look of someone who knows they are loved, that knows they are safe, that knows that all they would have to do is give a quick glance or a half smile and their partner would instantly smile back with a knowing look. The secret, unspoken language of two people bound to each other through their love and acceptance of each other.
How often do lovers burst the bubbles of their partner with sharp words, cutting looks, a sarcastic tone? How often is the focus on what went wrong rather than what went right? How often do we let happiness slip through our fingers like sand? It seems like love is a solid, tangible entity at the beginning of a relationship. We can hold it in our hands, press it to our chest, say to everyone "Look at this! Look at what I have found! Look what I am creating!!" The it seems to get softer, more distorted. Without the proper care and attention, it seems that it can become a globulous thing, a slippery tube of goo that you can purchase at a souvenir shop for your kids to entertain them for hours.....trying to hold on to something that is slipping away. Not so entertaining when we are grown up.
I realized that I was not even really hearing the music as I had become lost in thought and observations of the body language of all the couples around me....and I had to call myself back to the moment, much like a mother calls out the backdoor for the kids to come home and have dinner. I had to tell myself to be in my own moment, to listen to the slightly too slow rendition of "William Tell" that the children had practiced for months. To look at the nervous head of my own child, my beautiful son, who was lost in his own moment at the time.
He has nice bowing....
Of course, I will never know. None of us really ever know what goes on between two people unless their distrust, criticism, and antagonism spills over....over the boundaries of private life, out to the public world. When I see that happen, it brings sadness to my heart, even if they are strangers.
I find myself longing to reach out and interfere.....to remind them both that what they are arguing about is amazingly important to both of them in different ways at the moment, however in the grand scheme of life - it is meaningless. That they should stop, take a step back, and allow themselves to come back together naturally rather than forcing a false perception of togetherness, of partnership that is belied with distrust and anxiety.
I am especially baffled by arguments about something that "almost" happened. As in we were almost late. Really? Unless the sentence goes something like "and then she almost had sex with the naked man in her bed" this should be a moment of joyous celebration, a mini-victory in the race against time by you and your
I found myself trying to look into their eyes. For some reason I feel like I could tell if I could see in there eyes. Is there the relaxed look of someone who knows they are loved, that knows they are safe, that knows that all they would have to do is give a quick glance or a half smile and their partner would instantly smile back with a knowing look. The secret, unspoken language of two people bound to each other through their love and acceptance of each other.
How often do lovers burst the bubbles of their partner with sharp words, cutting looks, a sarcastic tone? How often is the focus on what went wrong rather than what went right? How often do we let happiness slip through our fingers like sand? It seems like love is a solid, tangible entity at the beginning of a relationship. We can hold it in our hands, press it to our chest, say to everyone "Look at this! Look at what I have found! Look what I am creating!!" The it seems to get softer, more distorted. Without the proper care and attention, it seems that it can become a globulous thing, a slippery tube of goo that you can purchase at a souvenir shop for your kids to entertain them for hours.....trying to hold on to something that is slipping away. Not so entertaining when we are grown up.
I realized that I was not even really hearing the music as I had become lost in thought and observations of the body language of all the couples around me....and I had to call myself back to the moment, much like a mother calls out the backdoor for the kids to come home and have dinner. I had to tell myself to be in my own moment, to listen to the slightly too slow rendition of "William Tell" that the children had practiced for months. To look at the nervous head of my own child, my beautiful son, who was lost in his own moment at the time.
He has nice bowing....
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children,
concerts,
couples,
dissention,
loneliness,
love,
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moments,
question,
reflection,
violin,
wonder
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Asia Vu: Meanwhile, Back in Canada: A Yellow Dog Update
Asia Vu: Meanwhile, Back in Canada: A Yellow Dog Update: The Yellow Dog, back home, lying on my book. It's likely he drooled on it. Long-time readers will remember that, before leaving Se...
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Asia Vu: Chuseok in Taean: Life Lessons Learned
Asia Vu: Chuseok in Taean: Life Lessons Learned: Gorgeous beach near our pension in Taean At the moment, the AsiaVu family is slowly returning to normal after some much-needed time o...
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tarte aux Pommes avec des Roses - Belle et Délicieuse
Cette tarte est inspirée par une photo et une photo d'une ligne rose tarte aux pommes sur un blog russe! J'ai fait une traduction google de la recette russe (qui était inégale) et a eu assez d'informations pour faire un essai sur le mien. Voici ma première tentative d'une version rapide de la tarte. Je pense que ce serait parfait pour un brunch de Pâques, ou si vous voulez vraiment un beau dessert et délicieux.
La version rapide:
Croûte:
Réfrigérateur croûte de votre choix. Laissez reposer le rouleau de pâte à température ambiante pendant 20 minutes avant de rouler dans un moule tarte de 9 po, de préférence en verre ou en céramique (pas de métal). Saupoudrez légèrement la poêle avec de la farine avant de placer la croûte. Ajouter une couche mince de farine sur le dessus de la croûte ainsi. Couvrir d'une pellicule plastique et réfrigérer.
Remplissage:
1 boîte (grand format) de vanille Jello pouding instantané! Faites-le avec seulement 2,5 tasses de lait froid (ou fait avec 2,5 tasses de moitié-moitié) Fouetter pendant deux minutes, puis couvrir et réfrigérer.
Roses d'Apple:
5 (ou presque) de la pomme de votre choix (boulangerie - cette tarte une Granny Smith et gala)
Utilisez un couteau éplucheur pour faire des bandes de pomme en laissant un peu de peau sur certains. Il faut un peu de pratique - à la fin de votre tarte première fois, vous ferez de longues bandes de beau! Ne soyez pas tenté de le faire avec un couteau - les bandes sera trop épais pour emballer et de prendre trop de temps pour cuisiner.
Assembleur:
Préchauffer le four à 350F ou 180C.
Verser le pouding dans la croûte à tarte.
Roulez les bandes de pomme rose et le lieu de la tarte (la base leva le rose!) Vous pouvez ajouter des morceaux de pomme plus pour les roses que vous allez. Mettez-les dans plus dense que vous voulez. Voici une photo de la tarte avant de mettre le glaçage et de cuisson sur:
Glaçage:
Prendre la confiture d'abricot ou de la gelée. Faire chauffer une cuillère à soupe ou deux jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient chauds. Brossez-le sur les pommes doucement afin de ne pas déranger les roses aussi. Évitez les abricots en conserve si vous utilisez (la photo ci-dessus a quelques morceaux trop nombreux).
Cuire au four pendant environ 30-35 minutes. Vérifiez les bords dorés croûte. Laisser reposer une fois que vous sortez. Réfrigérer jusqu'au moment de servir.
Amusez-vous bien!
Je vais poster la recette avec la garniture et la croûte à partir de zéro ce week-end - je n'aime pas remplir dernière et je apporter quelques modifications à la recette avant de poster. Et grâce à "Délicieux avec Jolien" pour l'inspiration!
http://yoli-www.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post_18.html
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pommes,
recettes,
Tarte aux Pommes
Apple Roses Pie.....lovely and delicious!
This pie is inspired by a photo and picture of an apple rose pie found online on a Russian blog! I did a google translation on the Russian recipe (which was spotty) and had enough info to do a trial run on my own. Here is my first attempt at a quickly version of the pie. I think this would be perfect for a bridal shower, at an Easter brunch, or really anytime you want a lovely as well as delicious dessert.
The Quickie Version:
Crust:
One refrigerated crust of your choice. Let the crust roll sit out at room temperature for 20 minutes before rolling it out into a 9 inch pie pan, preferably glass or pottery (not metal). Lightly dust the pan with flour prior to placing the crust. Add a light dusting of flour on top of the crust as well. Cover with cling wrap and set in the refrigerator.
Filling:
1 Box (the large size) of Jello Instant Vanilla Pudding! Make it with only 2.5 cups of cold milk (OR make it with 2.5 cups of Half and Half) Whisk it for two minutes, cover and put in the fridge.
The Apple Roses:
5 (or so) apples of your choice (good for baking - this pie has granny smith and gala)
Use a vegetable peeler to make strips of apple, leaving a bit of peel on some. This takes a little practice - by the end of your first pie, you will be making long, lovely strips! Do not be tempted to do it with a knife - the strips will be too thick to wrap and will take too long to cook.
Assemble:
Preheat oven to 350f.
Spoon the pudding into the pie crust.
Roll the strips of apple into roses and place them in the pie (the base will hold the rose in place!) You can add more apple pieces to the roses as you go. Pack them in as densely as you wish. Here is a picture of the pie one step away from the oven:
Glaze:
Take some apricot preserves or jelly. Heat a tablespoon or two until just warm. Brush this over the apples gently so you do not disturb the roses too much. Avoid the apricot chunks if you are using preserves (the picture at the top has a few too many chunks).
Put in the oven for about 30-35 minutes. Check for golden edges on the crust. Let rest after you pull it out. Chill in the refrigerator until ready to eat.
Enjoy!
I will post the recipe with the filling and crust from scratch this weekend - I did not like the last filling and am doing some tweaks to the recipe before posting. And thanks to "Delicious with Jolien" for the inspriration!!
Labels:
apple pie,
bridal showers,
recipes
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
Our Christmas Dinner for the three of us.
One of the reasons I love living in Los Angeles is the endless number of restaurants at our disposal. We have every type of food possible in just about any kind of setting you desire. We even have some of the "In the Dark" restaurants - which I just really don't get.
Last week, the boys and I went to have our own Christmas Dinner at Gordon Ramsay's at the London in West Hollywood. It was the perfect way to kick off our own holiday season, and to toast their father who passed away last year on December 13. It was perfection.
My 9 year old selected the restaurant, and had put that on his list of Dreams and Goals. The waitress offered him the "Children's Menu" as well as the regular menu. He glanced briefly at the Children's Menu with disdain, and said, "Uh, I really want to order some real food". He proceeded to order the following: Pork Rillette with Fried Quail's Egg appetizer, and an encrusted Lamb entree, followed by a Dark Chocolate Peanut dream dessert.
He ate with such gusto that I didn't even get to try a bite of his appetizer!
My 15 year old ordered Steak Tartare. About halfway through it, he asked me if it was raw meat. I said, "just eat it...it's good." He did. He ordered the Duck Breast with pears and a ravioli as his entree. Also delicious, also scarfed down heartily.
Looks like I am raising two foodies. Mission in progress!! :-)
If you ever come out to LA, I recommend a stop at Gordon Ramsay's at the London. It is delicious and lovely.
Last week, the boys and I went to have our own Christmas Dinner at Gordon Ramsay's at the London in West Hollywood. It was the perfect way to kick off our own holiday season, and to toast their father who passed away last year on December 13. It was perfection.
My 9 year old selected the restaurant, and had put that on his list of Dreams and Goals. The waitress offered him the "Children's Menu" as well as the regular menu. He glanced briefly at the Children's Menu with disdain, and said, "Uh, I really want to order some real food". He proceeded to order the following: Pork Rillette with Fried Quail's Egg appetizer, and an encrusted Lamb entree, followed by a Dark Chocolate Peanut dream dessert.
He ate with such gusto that I didn't even get to try a bite of his appetizer!
My 15 year old ordered Steak Tartare. About halfway through it, he asked me if it was raw meat. I said, "just eat it...it's good." He did. He ordered the Duck Breast with pears and a ravioli as his entree. Also delicious, also scarfed down heartily.
Looks like I am raising two foodies. Mission in progress!! :-)
If you ever come out to LA, I recommend a stop at Gordon Ramsay's at the London. It is delicious and lovely.
Labels:
Christmas dinner,
foodies,
Gordon Ramsay's at the London,
Los angeles,
restaurants,
West Hollywood
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