True Dreams

 

 

“No, there was nothing unusual in any of these dreams as dreams. They were merely displaced in Time.”

― J.W. Dunne, An Experiment with Time

 

I have vague memories as a young girl. I only started remembering life, clearly as it happens, when I turned 12. It was also when I started having true dreams.

 

The one that I remember most vividly is a vision of myself in an airport check-in counter, looking my usual Type A self, with two children in tow – one was a boy and the other was a curly –haired girl. I knew it was a boy because he was playing with a car, and the curly-haired girl was towing in turn a rag doll.

 

So was the truth revealed to me when I was still in my teens. I, who never wanted to have children, will have two. The first one will be a boy and the next one, a girl with curls. And that eventually, I will be working and living abroad.

 

When I was pregnant with my first child, I was beautifully radiant – even I was amazed at how good I looked. Everybody was complimenting me on my looks, my OB-GYNE wanted me to join a pregnant ladies beauty contest which for me was a truly, truly amusing idea. Everybody was saying that my child will be a girl because I was so pretty.

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When the time came for the ultrasound, everyone was equally astounded that it was a boy. But of course, I was not. When it was my daughter’s turn, she did not disappoint – she had curls like Shirley Temple.

 

Dream done and dusted.

 

From experience, the truest dreams and premonitions come in the wee hours of the morning, that time before dawn, just before waking.

 

Dream and remember.

 

 

*I aspire to be justice and mercy combined.

 

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Induction Changed My Life

 

I can kind of vaguely remember the first time I had to buy my first induction cooktop when I started to cook for myself. I am a firm advocate of eating and enjoying home cooked meals. I will have a separate article about that in the future. For now, let’s talk about man’s gift to home cooks everywhere: the amazing and unassuming induction cooktop. I first bought a portable one when I was living in Dubai. I once had a electrical cooktop, but it got busted after a couple of years of overuse. And I really do overuse it. So I wanted to get another good product and I saw this was on sale.fagor1

When I got it home and started unboxing it, I was giddy with excitement. Kitchen gadgets tod this to me, probably in the same way my brother gets excited when a new PlayStation game he likes comes out. So there I was, setting up my new cooktop, and was ready to boil water. Clearly, I was only going to make pasta. I crouched down my chaotic cupboards and looked for my best pot and filled it up with water whilst humming Masquerade from Phantom of the Opera. I turned on the cooktop, and it beeped, and beeped, and beeped and after a couple of seconds, it turned off. I mean, mother of pearls! What was going on? I tried it again, and still it would just turn off. I began to wonder if I once again got a defective product. I say once again, because at that time I just bought a really nice food processor and I didn’t know that to make it work you need to cover it up so that the safety switch will be turned off.  I brought it back to the store only for the sales person to give me a “how ignorant” look. I honestly do not want that to happen again, and so I had to fish through the trash the user manual. What is wrong with this stupid induction cooktop! And well, the manual wasn’t really much of a help. Luckily though, since the bloody thing was on sale, the  appliance store threw in a pot with it. It was a hideous looking pot that I was planning to throw out. Then, I double backed, may be… what if… so I filled in this pot with water and there you have it the cooktop was boiling my water in a matter of seconds.

At this point, I decided to go to the internet, and you’re probably thinking, what the hell took you so long? I had no patience look through user reviews on kitchen wares and stuff like that. I started googling about induction compatible pots or whatever. And there you have it, apparently, not all pots are induction ready and you will actually need to look at the label specifically. Unfortunately, most of my Tefal pots and pans were not! Now I have to search for new pots and pans that would be induction friendly, I would say. A good indication is if the pot has a kind of coil icon.

 

Luckily, they were easy enough to find, and I found a lot from IKEA. and boy, was my life changed! This is even better than a stove with fire cause of the precision of the temperature. I can boil water really quickly. I can set the timer. I can cook and watch Netflix at the same time. I was so happy about it that I bought a set for my mum at home.

Seriously, get one!