I sat on the grass, across the stall of Hatice Trugrul at Stoke Newington Farmers' Market, and ate the spinach and mushroom borek I just watched her make. I also got a pocha, a short-crust and cheese envelope.
I wondered if her daughter, who takes charge of dealing with customers while her mother works quietly, can make borek too. Anyway it pleases me to see her help out by her mother.
I think there is something quite beautiful about skills and knowledge, in the realm of what would be considered traditional women's work, being passed down the matrilineal line. What a shame if we don't appreciate the value of this connection.
When I am back home in Singapore, I slip into a familiar rhythm of activities I used to do before I moved to London 10 years ago.
In recent years, there is a new thing: watching Korean dramas. Hallyu power, I've fallen under its influence too.
I properly commit to one drama series a year - the one that happened to be showing while I'm there that is most aesthetically pleasing. This time, it's My Love from the Star.
I caught snippets of it because it was playing in a Korean restaurant I was having dinner in then casually watched episode five showing on Singapore TV that week.
The leads Jun Ji-hyun and Kim Soo-hyun are ultra-charismatic...
...and they wear such good clothes! The styling is fabulous.
So another episode, and another...and so...will Cheon Song-yi and Doo Min-joon live happily ever after? Will they? Will they? I consulted my sister; I checked fan speculations on the internet. The series was still running so the ending was an unknown. I had to stop. I can't bear watching it if it is not the ending I want!
My Love from the Stars finished during my last week in Singapore. I eagerly read the sypnosis. OK! I can properly get into it now.
When I got back to London though, I got back into my London rhythm and didn't think about the show until recently, and conveniently, my desire to see it was matched to the Easter break so I did episode 1 - 21 in three days.
Almost at the end of the season. On the downwards slide of the curve, the mood of blossom appreciating has shifted. This sense of urgency streaked by melancholy make the experiences lively. I'm constantly in awe when I encounter a new tree.