Christmas lunch with family

Christmas lunch, the majority of these dishes prepared by the wife. XD

The turkey (above) was a 6kg specimen. We could only finish half of it, including a whole leg which I devoured barbarian-style. The remains rest rest remains in M-i-L's fridge, to be served up again in whatever dish sparks her imagination. Honey baked ham (below right) was from the Swiss Butchery. The heavy cream we got worked well with the pumpkin soup (below, bottom right), but though we forgot to buy nutmeg powder, a few sprinkles of Italian herbs turned out to be a good substitute.

And that's why the wife gets to wear the chef's hat for this meal of the year.

Gross misinterpretation

It may have been well and good for the lyricists of traditional Christmas carols to have used the language of their day. But what is a modern person supposed to interpret from verse 4 of "While shepherds watched..."?

"The heavenly Babe

You there shall find

To human view displayed

And meanly wrapped

In swathing bands

And in a manger laid

And in a manger laid."

Today, such lyrics would be deemed totally obscene and slapped with a Parental Advisory Warning label.

Meds taste bad

Poor Q-tip. She hates her meds. Have to pound her pills into powder, mix with water and syringe the horrible concoction into her mouth. So much spluttering and gagging, but we know it's all going into the right place. Mostly.

Also realized that it's not a good idea to get it all down too quickly. Thought that fast = minimizing the suffering. Wrong. The bubbles blowing out of her nose were not cute at all. It seems our administering a continuous flow of meds from the syringe prevented her from breathing properly and some of the liquid was going up her respiratory tract. Net effect was akin to waterboarding her with the very best of intentions.

Now have to take it slow and easy. Drip rather than squirt. But, really, the process is traumatic for both patient and administrator. After her ordeal, we give her a little pet cheese snack to make it go down better.

Sick as a dog

Q-tip is looking unsteady on her feet. Took her to the vet for x-rays, blood testing and eye testing. Vet suspects arthritis in her lower spine and some liver problems. Came back with an armful of meds for her. Let's see... painkillers and anti-inflammatories; liver supplements; eye ointment; a joint rub; oh, and a top up of heart meds for Mimi too.

Whole visit cost over $600 for everything. Guess we won't be giving anything to the kids at the orphanage this year.

Trying to make Q-tip eat all her meds with the least of trauma, that's when the fun begins.

Fauna of Hua Hin: Bonus Pictorial

One of the guard cats of the Baan Manthana Hotel

Elephant ride. Hua Hin Hills Vineyard. That's not us. It was too hot to do anything else but nua in the shade and take pictures of other people courting heatstroke.

Butterfly in the parking lot. Hua Hin Hills Vineyard.

Dog and owner. Hua Hin beach.

Pony ride. Hua Hin beach.

Dog sits on the railway tracks. Hua Hin railway.

Mynahs taking a bath. Hua Hin Railway Station.

Weird-looking birds (anyone know what kind they are?) Hua Hin Railway Station.

Butterfly that picked my ripped abs t-shirt to take a rest on. Hua Hin roadside.

The other guard cat at the Baan Manatha Hotel.

Bangkok 2010, Day 6

Good morning from the 47th floor of the Centara. What a view!

The brekkie buffet does not disappoint. Breakfast options from all over the world. Bacon is a staple food, apparently.

Another Doi Tung caffeine fix. Chatuchak market.

Coconut ice-cream. I remember raving about Chatuchak last year. This year, after walking in circles, zig-zags and crisscrosses for seven hours straight, the charm has worn off a bit.

No visit to Bangkok would be complete without a rousing welcome by the red-clad contingent.

A simple dinner in Patpong. The Tip-Top does a good and reasonably-priced pineapple rice and things.