Hong Kong

Scrambled egg karma

It is another grey day today, but nothing like the weather you’re battling back home. But drizzly and grey is not enough to deter Mr and Mrs Leungs’ morning hike up the mountain. I haven’t got to the bottom of their reasoning for this sudden surge in exercise but believe it to be something to do with the idea that being up in the mountains is good for maintaining immunity in times of the Plague, Asian flu, SARS, MERS, Coronavirus, Bird Flu etc. Sceptically I think you’d have to actually reside at the top of the mountain whilst the plague got sorted. Ah, but wait, perhaps we could reinhabit that uninhabited village and this is the Leungs’ secret plan and they haven’t let me in on it yet. Maybe every day they are secreting essentials up to the mountain Great Escape style?

Back to reality, the mundane, and thoughts of food, which if you’re a regular reader, will know consumes many of my waking hours. The bread I made yesterday was such a success that a whole loaf has disappeared (gone up the mountain?) by the time I make it to the kitchen at 08.30am to make some breakfast and glimpse my hosts backs as they head off. Left alone I have a sudden craving for a Western style meal. Often we eat a very typical Asian breakfast together. Rice, rice, or rice. Today I’ll have a change. Scrambled eggs on toast and coffee, that will be perfect. So I eagerly get to work to make it and find a plate and a knife and fork. Even I won’t attempt eating egg on toast with chopsticks out of a rice bowl. Success, a small plastic picnic plate and cutlery lurking at the depths of a drawer. The coffee will be instant, no Nespresso machines or percolators or cafetieres reside here.

Remember how my adoptive Mother wrote that she could not find one thing I would not eat when I first came to the UK? Ironically, scrambled eggs bucked this lovely trend and went on to cause many a row, and snotty tear shedding (by me), in those days of “you’ll sit there until you eat everything you’ve been given”. One morning, aged about 4, I was found wandering the streets near my home, after my Mother locked me in the house and left me with the cold and grey scrambled egg so she could take my siblings to school. Apparently I dragged a chair to the front door to climb up to escape, and was found wandering by a kind person who fed me chocolate biscuits and orange squash until my (behind the scenes very angry) Mother later collected me. I quickly caught on that getting lost as a cuteish, and rare in those days, Chinese toddler, often resulted in good treats that I could devour before the behind the scenes slap that usually followed. Apparently I detatched myself from my family at every opportunity to get ‘lost’ and be rewarded with comforting cuddles, chocolate and squash.

But scrambled egg karma has caught up with me today. My breakfast looks great but is inedible. The grilling of the bread has somehow turned it into small concrete slabs that I cannot cut or break with my knife or my teeth let alone chew. The egg congeals whilst I try. **** **** ****. It takes me a while to restore myself to that place of calm and tranquility that felt so right at the monastey the other day. And, as if to add insult to injury I’m left with a pile of washing up. Scrambled egg on concrete for one generates as much mess as making it for twenty. Perhaps I should force myself to sit here and suck it up, for I doubt there’s any chocolate biscuit and orange squash rewards waiting out there for an old(ish) Chinese woman wandering the streets of Hong Kong.

By backstagestives

Looking for my long lost family in Hong Kong
And previously....
Fell in love with coastal living 5 years ago. And moved to stunning St Ives. A place to create and grow and flourish. Got me a home and a job. And never looked back. Everyone talks and writes about the famous dead people of St Ives. Virginia and Alfred and Ben and Barbara and Peter and Wilhelmina. Well I thought I’d introduce you to some very nice folk, and they’re all very much alive and make St Ives a much the better town for it.

5 replies on “Scrambled egg karma”

Put me in mind of “Oranges are not the only fruit”

Is HK utterly deserted with most people self isolating to avoid COVID-19? How many cases there now?



Hello dear Alex. I think we are up to 50 plus now. Bet you are glad not to be on any of the 3 blighted cruise ships. Poor Japan. Poor Asia. Poor St Ives when I hit town haha. It’s not quite as bad as depicted in the media. I rode to the science park in the sunshine 🌞 today. All buzzing though all the many restaurants (so many bars and restaurants) were empty. Shelves are empty yes, panic buying, yes. Strange times indeed. X


Laura you made my day with your wonderful story. I did not ran away as often as that but your story made me think of a time when I sort of ran away. I was invited to a birthday party around age six or seven and my mum did want me to go. But go I did without a present or a chaperone and stayed and stayed well into the evening. I supposed the hosts were waiting for someone to come and collect me. After a search party had combed the area around my house in Nairobi, the river, the jungle, the tree house my brother remembered the birthday party where they found me tucking into a jelly with ice cream. A rare treat!
I wonder if your hosts are taking in the mountain air to clean their lungs or is there a secret hideout up there that they forgot to disclose. Ha!


I should be sleeping, but instead I am devouring your delightful story from under the covers. One of the joys of blogging is the dialogue, the stories and news I receive back. Gems amongst these HK germ threats!!! One day, night, let’s stay up with a midnight feast sharing tales of when we were very young x Oh a swimming pool, and a saxophone 🎷 stash. Wouldn’t that be awesome x


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