. It’s Valentine’s Day. Oh bummer. February 14 and we have to fork out a bundle for horrendously over-priced roses, greeting cards dotted with large pink hearts, gourmet chocs, teddy bears and other fluffy stuffed animals, the whole lot. And champagne for those who are ‘truly romantic’, or so the restaurants will tell us, all …
. Xochiquetzal. That’s not a name that gets thrown around commonly, no. But the chocolatier informs me this was where it all started — the decadence, the aphrodisiac and ambrosia, the courtship and the cargo ships of wild trade — all from the Aztec goddess of fertility. They believed that this brew of bitter cacao …
. We can begin again, we can start anew. It’s springtime and the flowers are just about pushing out from the ground once more. At the start of a fresh year, we have the joy from the surprise from not knowing what’s in store. We can forgive ourselves for the chances we threw away and …
. The days of yee sang are numbered. We only celebrate the first half month of the Lunar New Year after all. Soon our fifteen days will be up, and there will be no more yee sang for us to toss, to thrill as the joys and hopes for the eleven months to come get …
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