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Dairy choices
Ballard is a strange place, a hipster neighbourhood with a non-ironic strip bar next to a non-ironic biker bar round the corner from an elementary school. (My phone wants to autocorrect "non-ironic" to "non-profit" which must tell us something.) There’s a sign outside the school prohibiting not just cats and dogs, but pet potbellied pigs […]
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Milk
Long Hours. Poor Diet. Lack Of Exercise. Your Heart Doesn’t Need More Stress. These are the slogans, in big white text on a lime green background, that assail me every time I take a train to work from Tanjong Pagar. The solution the advertiser offers is to drink more milk. Drink more special, high sterol […]
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Economical Rice and angry babies
On Monday, in the Kopitiam beneath K K Hospital, I found a branch of Economical Rice. I was going to make a joke about how they have made a science out of dismal food (zing!!!) but the sheer wilful madness of a food outlet that has menu items like “less rice” (how much less rice […]
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Not sleeping
Butterball Destroyer is getting fed by a bottle at the moment, and just like her father she’s a fast eater; she’ll drain 80ml in a few minutes, shudder slightly and then be wide awake. (On the breast she was more easily pacified, for want of a better word – slumber came much more easily.) As […]
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Not sleeping
Butterball Destroyer is getting fed by a bottle at the moment, and just like her father she’s a fast eater; she’ll drain 80ml in a few minutes, shudder slightly and then be wide awake. (On the breast she was more easily pacified, for want of a better word – slumber came much more easily.) As […]
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The kindness of strangers (dairy edition)
Riding around in a taxi at 10:30 tonight, nauseous, I felt like I was the most pretentious smuggler in the world. On the seat next to me lay a bag, heavy with packs of frozen breast milk. The driver of the taxi seemed to be intent on breaking the land speed record, by driving as […]
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Late night showdown in the biscuit aisle
At ten this evening I realised we were out of milk and La Serpiente was going to have conniptions at breakfast if she didn’t get any cow juice. So I schlepped down to the supermarket. Never before in my life did I truly appreciate the majesty that is the twenty-four hour supermarket. Such things existed […]
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Proper preparation
Tonight I had a small epiphany, when my wife told me to fill up our daughter’s bottle with milk and put it in the fridge. All this week I’ve stumbled in the early hours to the fridge to fetch the bottle, in order to placate our howling child, and never once did it occur to […]
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Drunk on beer
Some people are "high on life"; I’m just full of booze, which isn’t so great from a perspective of positivity about the whole world and the wonders therein, but when there’s a beer stall less than five minutes from your front door, it’s just as reliable.
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On the bottle
Tonight, for the first time, I got to feed my daughter. She seemed almost as surprised as me; her eyes widened and she stared at me quizzically, even as she dook-dook-dooked away on the bottle. I’m sure that after all I’ve told her about my inability to lactate, the sudden arrival of milk from me […]
