Is it OK to pick food off your friend’s plate?

Is it OK to pick food off your friend's plate?

I saw this question/poll recently on the Today Show, and thought hmm, this is interesting. See, I used to lecture my kids – constantly – against sharing food and drinks, and of course, as all controversial topics go, there’s always a story to tell.

I used to meet a group of moms for potluck breakfast after our morning exercise. Everything was fine until one day, one of the women brought a bowl of chicken curry. She scooped a portion into a smaller bowl and pushed it to the middle of the table. As if on cue, everyone started dipping and double dipping their bread into the bowl.

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I will be honest. I shuddered at the sight of those teeth-marked bits of bread going back into that pool of germs over and over again!

To avoid the obvious, I decided to scoop some onto my own plate to dip from. As luck would have it, the bigger bowl had, by now, been relegated to the opposite end of the table which meant I obviously had to get up and walk over to said end to grab a little curry for myself. It was going to be just that simple!

Except Mrs Curry had eyes of a hawk. And a tongue like a Komodo dragon’s.

“Why don’t you just dip into this?” she lashed out sharply, pointing to the smaller bowl. “Why do you have to go over there?”

Certainly not an acceptable tone of voice to use on another adult but then again, Mrs Curry isn’t exactly your most refined type. I didn’t know her well but it’s hard not to notice that she was often loud, crude and openly confrontational and she had a hold on the rest of the moms. Instantly I became the target of 6 or 7 condescending glares.

Unlike them and many others, I have an aversion to sharing food – people expecting me to dig in with them, or diving into my plate, or asking for a bite or a sip or a sample, sometimes without even asking. The moment someone touches my food or drink, I’m done, I give up and they can have the rest of my serving.

For me, it’s about basic hygiene, that’s all. My philosophy is very simple: I don’t touch your food, you don’t touch mine. With close family, it’s okay to share but with friends, there’s no way. Just the way I was raised is all.

So that’s me. How about you?

How to save your Google Reader feed subscriptions for migration to a new reader


So Google Reader retires July 1 and most of us will be moving on to a new reader of our choice. There are several options out there that you can consider before the big day comes.

  • Newsblur
  • Feedly
  • Netvibes
  • The Old Reader
  • FeedReader
  • Bloglovin’ (you can follow me here)

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For those of us who have spent years accumulating a list of blogs we love to read, we certainly don’t want to lose all our precious feeds when we move to a new reader. You could do it the hard way and resubscribe to each feed manually.

Or do it the easy way by grabbing the OPML file that contains all your feed subscriptions. Regardless of which reader you eventually choose, if it allows you to migrate your feeds, you will need this OPML file. So the first thing you want to do is go to your Google Reader and grab that file.

  1. Log in and go to the Reader’s settings window.
  2. Click on the Import/Export tab.
  3. Select the option to download your list through Google Takeout. Wait for the compression to finish. It doesn’t take long.
  4. Download the .zip file to your local drive. Inside that .zip archive is the .xml file you want.

With this file, you’re ready to easily migrate or import your feeds into your new reader.

Now then, which reader will you be using? Have you decided? What’s your new reader like?

The easy way out

The easy way out

So I took the easy way out with our reunion dinner. I decided to do what any smart modern woman would do. I set the chefs at Friday’s to work so that come dinner time, I could breeze in with my brood and casually sit down for dinner with nary a hair out of place.


The reunion dinner is the last meal of the old lunar calendar. It’s typically a huge family gathering over a huge meal cooked at home. By comparison, ours is a small affair. Clearly I’m not your most traditional person when it comes to the Lunar New Year. Aside from breaking the rules by choosing a Western meal for our reunion, I find many of the traditions, like firecrackers, songs, gambling, drinking and general loudness, super annoying.

Most years, we don’t stay up past midnight but we always found ourselves jolted awake by the booms of firecrackers nearby. So this year, we planned our movie night to end just after midnight when our beloved neighbor (yes, that neighbor!) would be done firing his annual boatload of firecrackers.

For us, the lunar new year is super simple and low key. It’s the best time to stay home, do some simple cooking, catch up on movies and just hibernate in general. We do visit a couple of extended family, the one or two still worth visiting, but skip the rest. It’s best to leave the high-level b*tching and bragging to experts like The Tubby Twosome aka my estranged SIL and third aunt 😐 .

Looks like we made it, sorta!


So here we are, the day after the world was supposed to have ended… but didn’t. What a party pooper for those who spent months prepping and stocking up, and some even building escape pods and bunkers!

Okay, you can all come out now! It’s safe. The aliens didn’t show. The zombies either. And planet Earth is still right on track – it didn’t get flung out of its orbit. And the sun is still shining.

Yup, we’re still here but that Mayan Apocalypse and the end of the world was probably the least of our problems. We have bigger issues on our hands, not the least of which are the likes of globing warming, wars and violence, and armed lunatics who have nothing better to do, just to name a few.

Mom or the jetset?

Mom or the jetset?

Somewhere in between a super busy school week, I managed to squ-eeeze in an hour with a girl friend that I’ve not seen in, oh, a year or so. Good times over latte. Catching up. When we parted company, I was heading back to my life of mom, taxi driver and chef – you know, the hurriedly-slapped-together lunches, the rush-hour traffic, the tales from school…

…and she was off to rub shoulders with Prince William and the Duchess Kate at some fancy address. Her husband insisted, the sweet man. Okay, let’s face it, the only royalty I remember running into was Princess Jasmine. At Disney’s California Adventure Park, no less. That’s her with her Prince, Aladdin and Genie.

As you can imagine, my life is nowhere near as glamorous as hers. No doubt, we’re 2 women with 2 entirely different lifestyles. She has no kids (don’t think she wanted any), has barely worked a day in her life and spends her days lounging by the pool, lunching with the jet pack, zipping across the globe… you know, the stuff of the Kardashians.

As for me, well, you know me, my life revolves around my kids, has been for years and honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. True, money doesn’t grow on our trees (I’m not much of a green thumb) but we kinda enjoy running on schedules, granola bars, hugs and simple pleasures. Oh, and make-believe royalty.

I try to imagine myself in her shoes and wonder if, at some point, I might get tired of all that freedom and long for a less frivolous, more structured lifestyle? Something along the lines of motherhood on the fast lane. Hmm, interesting, isn’t it?

So here then is a question for you. I may have asked this question before but never mind, let’s have another shot at it. So between the job description of Mom or Swinging Child-free Jetset, if you could choose only one, which one would it be?

The thing about sushi

The thing about sushi

I finally figured out why I’m not as crazy about sushi as I should be. I mean, I love Japanese food. It’s true I wouldn’t touch Japanese noodles of any kind – shoba, udon, I don’t care what you call them – with a 10-foot pole. But apart from that, I love everything else – the sashimi, tempura, teppanyaki, wasabe (especially the wasabe), even the odd teriyaki.

So what is it with sushi? *sigh*

I think the reason may well be this. A typical sushi roll is too big a mouthful to take in all at once without looking like a glutton. Yet the fact that it comes packaged so neatly in a roll with a piece of seaweed in the middle makes it madness to even try to bite in half.

Darn that seaweed!

Have you ever tried biting through sushi without getting your teeth entangled in that almost elastic seaweed and the topping mashed up against your front teeth?

Not a pretty picture!

I turn the sushi sideways, forwards and backwards, east and west but there is just no way!! So if I can’t cram it all in and I can’t bite it in half, how else can I get at it – gracefully? I’d like to hear how you eat your sushi, pray tell. I need to learn to do this with grace without embarrassing myself.

So how do you get hiccups to stop?


I grew up being told to drink water whenever I had the hiccups. As I got older, someone simplified that tip to – take 7 sips of water instead. And if the first 7 sips doesn’t work, just take another 7 sips, then another till the hiccups stop.

Then the 7-sips tip got simplified even further to – hold your breath for 7 seconds. Even better, I’m someone who likes simple. And if the first 7 seconds doesn’t work, then just go for another 7, then another… you get the idea. Aah, my poor nose!

While the 7’s methods sound good, they don’t always work. Lately we’ve had some spells of hiccups in the Hip household. I have no idea what brings on the hiccups. But Raine got them first a couple of times, and then I got them. Oh joy!

Hiccups are so annoying when they keep on and on, no matter what you do, and refuse to go away. How do you get them to stop? I’d be interested to see if you know something I don’t. Can’t wait to hear how you deal with them, even if it’s an old wives’ tale 😉 .

Recent words of wisdom


The most recent words of wisdom I’ve heard that stuck with me —

“You’re never too old to set another goal or dream a new dream.”

So true!


Read my other Summer Blog Challenge posts here.

15 tips to get through life

Going Green with the Grizls

1. Mind your manners. Don’t forget to say your thank-you’s and excuse me’s. Always greet your elders i.e. say your hello’s and goodbye’s.

2. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, so says Confucious. Never met the guy but he sure sounds like he knows what he’s talking about 😉 .

3. Appreciate and be grateful for what you have and what others do for you.

4. Never go to a party or a function on an empty stomach. Always eat something before you go because you never know when the meal is going to be served and more importantly, when the food is finally served, your hunger won’t make you look like you haven’t eaten in weeks.

5. Live within your means.

6. Don’t take what’s not yours and that includes other people’s money, stuff, scholarships, spouses (?), etc. Karma makes the world go round and it can be a real b*tch. Maybe not now. But definitely somehow.

7. Think for yourself. Have a mind of your own. Form your own opinions. Where the herd is headed may not be right for you.

8. Before you jump into anything, think of the consequences.

9. Live and let live, and that includes animals and creepy crawlies.

10. Show kindness, compassion and humility.

11. Be yourself. Be real. No point trying to keep up with the Kardashians or be someone you’re not because you’ll always be you, not Angelina, not Halle. Besides why would you want to be them? Maybe you’re having it better than they are but you just don’t know it 😉 .

12. If you don’t know something, say you don’t know. It’s better than lying or faking it. No one can know everything except maybe for dahling Google. Like my teacher always said, it takes a great man to admit he doesn’t know.

13. Laugh at yourself. It’s therapeutic.

14. Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep. Think that came from a song 😆 .

15. Don’t waste food. Lots of hungry people out there, give them a thought.

Some of these (the more profound ones) I picked up from my doting grandmother and school teachers as I was growing up. Some, I made up along the way. Some are no-brainers.

We don’t talk anymore

We don't talk anymore

There we were at dinner one evening. At the table next to us was a family of 5. Daddy, Mommy, 3 kids – and 3 gadgets (see red arrows). Daddy is coaching the middle child (aged about 7). When I snapped this picture, they’d gone to the restroom. Mommy is coaching the youngest (aged about 5). The oldest child is well on his own.

Everyone is “busy”, “engaged”, eyes fixated on their screens. All is quiet. Not a beep from their table. The only communication in this family seems to be the wi-fi connection. Even after the food arrives, they’re still at it and barely ate. Do you see anything wrong with this picture?

It seems to be becoming more and more of a trend these days. Scary, I know. Families are spending time together – apparently – but they don’t talk. Couples are on dates but they don’t talk. The gadgets have taken over! 🙄

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