Slapdash

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picture: billithecat

Seriously, child, thereโ€™s three days left!
Let me rephrase thatโ€ฆ
Actually thereโ€™s two.
Perhaps itโ€™s really time
Dad and I took over?
Assist in your packing?
Stuff your things in your bags?
HELP! Did you order any boxes?

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ SLAPDASH

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Coffee

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photo: melkhagelslag; quote: terri guillemets

Friday’s RDP made me sad.

It made me realise that while I’ve taken photographs of historical buildings, quirky art, gorgeous gardens on my travels, I have pitifully few photos of my morning cup of coffee, my after-dinner coffee or even my hotel-room coffee.

Yet, these cups of comfort represent many special moments: the quiet contemplation on a balcony, the thrill of discovering a local coffee shop speciality, the restful recuperation on a photo stop after two hours on a coach, even a conversation starter on a long train journey. Indeed, each cup was often a cultural experience and history lesson in itself.

So here are some royalty-free stock photographs that come closest to what I’ve encountered. My thanks to the photographers for their generosity in sharing, and for capturing what I should have.

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photo: yan khanafi

This reminded me of kopi tarik (co-pee tar-rake) or “pulled coffee” in Kuala Lumpur and Singapore. The stall owner would raise his metal pot way above his head, take perfect aim and pour coffee (or tea) into a mug. He would pour the liquid in the mug back into the pot the same way, and repeat the pot to mug transfer. The result was a frothy beverage with the temperature just right for sipping. The old-fashioned cappuccino, perhaps?

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photo: rhiannon

This is Vietnamese dripped-coffee. In the tin cup are coffee grounds with hot water poured to the brim and kept warm by the saucer on top. In the mug is sweetened condensed milk. When all the liquid had dripped into the mug, you stirred your drink with the metal spoon and ta-da! … coffee.

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photo: julie vdd

I must confess this was something I didn’t actually try, although my fellow travellers did. In Singapore, traditional coffee shops in the 1930-40s served coffee with condensed milk and a blob of butter; this was called kopi gu you (co-pee goo you, where gu=cow, you=fat, hence coffee butter). The butter was said to add flavour to the coffee, and to “smoothen” its taste. Today, this drink has made a comeback, and also flourishes in parts of the US as Bulletproof Coffee, blended with the butter, coconut oil and protein powder.

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photo: cafegrous
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photo: yukiqwa

And these two cuties remind me of my too-short trip to Nagoya, Japan.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my teeny coffee travels.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ COFFEE

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Bark

Here’s a photo of one of my most treasured possessions: a haiku written for me by a university coursemate. We were in the etymology class, and she surprised me with this.

Sadly, we’ve lost touch, but I can still remember the trees outside the tutor’s office!

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT ~ BARK

 

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Absent

In an attempt to promote phone-free dining and arrest the decline of real conversation, McDonald’s erected these mini-lockers. The intention was for diners to safely store their phones while they ate and conversed with the people they were actually dining with.

Look closely and you will notice the absence of phones, save two.

The lockers themselves were absent from that outlet several weeks later.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT 31 AUGUST ~ ABSENT

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Fluffy

Today, as I shifted some furniture around, a tiny millet seed rolled out. And I wanted to cry because it brought back memories of the family baby – Snowball the Hamster, who died almost to this day last August.

Snowball came to us as our friend couldn’t stand the thought of him being lonely after his siblings had been adopted. We’d had no plans for a pet, much less a high maintenance attention seeker like Snowball.

If we had our meals, he wanted his treats.

If we returned from an outing, he’d be at his little house staring pointedly at us felons for daring to abandon him for two hours.

If we cleaned his cage, he’d scurry to his spot behind the sidetable to have a munchfest on whatever seeds he had in his cheekpouches. When we were done, we had to wait till he was. The three inch King of the House would sashay out and clamber back into his Castle.

Obviously, the little seed had been lodged somewhere, unnoticed for almost exactly a year. Or Snowball was reminding us of his presence.

I miss the little guy.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT #85 ~ FLUFFY

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Elder

60 or so years before Asians became apparently crazy and rich, some better-off families hired female helpers from China as live-in nannies or daily helpers. They were called ma-jie or mother-older sister, a respectful term that combines two salutations for elder female family members.

Ma-jie were typically dressed in a white mandarin-collared loose top over loose black pants. They usually had their hair neatly pinned in a bun, or in a single long plait. They were loyal, dependable and, in many instances, integral members of the families they worked for.

Many took vows of celibacy, and never returned to China. They remained with their employers or shared accomodations with fellow ma-jie until their retirement or death.

In the above photo, you can see a ma-jie washing clothes. A lady’s Peranakan attire is drying on a clothesline; not an uncommon scene in an employer’s courtyard.

But here’s the full picture.

This is a mural I came across in Singapore. It was so realistic I stood for quite a while just admiring it.

RAGTAG DAILY PROMPT #84 ~ ELDER

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