やっといい感じのベルギーワッフルができました。
パールシュガーは買ってなかったが、ザラメで結構大丈夫そう。
Finally made some great belgium waffle.
I did not buy any pearl sugar but crystal sugar(?)/zarame seems to do the trick.
the regurgitator aka dad
Some stories about my dad since it was his birthday last month. My dad is a joker. Of course as his daughter, I know how he is at home, but I am not entirely sure about his social life outside home. He seems to be everyone's favourite according to mom though. Being an extrovert that he is, dad has climbed the ladder and become an indispensable part of his company. Sometimes I wish I inherited some of that from him. Dad was born in the countryside, so even though he has spent more than half of his time on earth in the capital city, he is still not very open to things (luckily he is married to mom, who is a world of fun). This is probably why his jokes are sometimes not the kindest towards other races. His prejudices about other races boil my blood from time to time. Nevertheless, dad is no longer at the age where people can change their mind easily, so unlike my younger self, I won't scream-explaining at you about how nonsense your prejudices are. I will seriously try to let it go. Being from the countryside gave dad a great sense of attachment to his family. There are so many relatives from my dad's side that I still struggle to remember all of the names. Thus, I am sorry for being a city brat who only gives a shit about herself; I will try to call more often, dad. It has been years since our family spent any birthday celebration together, and this year as usual I only sent you a short "happy birthday" text. But I hope you know that even though I don't really care about anything other than myself, I do put you, mom (and sometimes my little brother) above everything else. Thank you for reluctantly letting be myself, for not holding a grudge when I hurt you with my words, for giving me calls even though it's only when you are bored on your ride home. Thank you old fart, for being my dad!
