… keeps the cranky cat away.
Richly decadent, exotically spicy. Definitely chocolate for a special occasion.
Hi everyone. Before I start this post, I just want to say one thing:
How awesome is the photo of my lemon truffle, nestled amongst the mini speckled eggs? Because it’s now my favourite of all the photos I’ve taken and you, you should definitely love it also.
Ok. Now that I’ve gotten that out of my system, we can continue.
It’s been a completely funk-ti-fied week this week. And definitely not the groovy kind of funk.
I’ve been feeling really cranky and irritable and I’m not really sure why considering it was pay week and pay week means food fundage, which always puts a smile on my face.
No. It’s not PMS *glare*
Somebody once told me that cheating at school doesn’t pay. I don’t remember who it was but from a very young age, brought up in the ultra-strict schooling system in Malaysia where if you’re good, you only get caned and if you’re bad then whee-wooo, we don’t want to go there. So I never cheated for fear of being busted and I earned my rusty and slightly dented B.Commerce crown all by my very own merits.
I was also told, at a later age, that cheating on your partner doesn’t pay. Apparently the grass is always greener til you get there, and usually, someone finds out and your life turns into a massive shitmess. So I never cheated there either.
But no one ever told me about cheating on restaurants. I wish they did, because last week, I cheated on my favourite Korean joint and sneakily went to Naru Restaurant for dinner. It was no where near as good as my favourite and gah! The regret!
Lesson learnt: do not cheat on your favourite restaurants.
So it’s 23 sleeps til Panu and I go to Hong Kong, but um, no one’s really counting are they? I mean I’m not mildly OCD and in desperate need for a vacation am I?? I am. Indeed I am, and shut up to all of you who say I travel too much.
This trip to Hong Kong is going to be especially awesome because we’re going for my cousin’s wedding (read: big. Chinese. banquet. WIN!) and I get to see my parents who I haven’t seen in over a year. Plus of course there’s food. And food. And markets. And shopping. And food.
But there’s one thing I’m afraid of when I hit the shores of Hong Kong and fall into this enormous family do: my unavoidable fatness.
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