crispy pork belly burger with Asian slaw
When I like something, I get a liiiiiittle bit obsessive about it. I mean, if you know me, you know all about me and matcha. It’s a miracle I’m not actually green. In more recent years, there’s been West Juliett’s chicken salad and of course, now there’s Flour Drum, whose food I splash across Instagram so frequently that I’ve been asked – on more than one occasion – whether they’re actually paying me.
Errr no, they’re not.
Guess who’s nine months old today? ARGHHHHHH. Impossible! I was meant to start back at work today. I’d only intended to take nine months off but I’ve extended it one more month because you guys… look at her face! How can I not want to spend every day (albeit unpaid, I’m broke, I eat plain Cruskits for lunch kind of days) of my life with her? I posted on Instagram a little while ago about how much I’m enjoying my days with her. Well, let me just soak her up for another month before real life (yuck, real life) begins again.
“Cat, what’s wrong with you?” – this is the first thing my co-worker says to me on a conference call yesterday. Nice way to open a conversation right? “What are you talking about?” I retort, sort of curious but mostly panicked that he had in fact found out about all the things that are wrong with me. “You haven’t blogged in two weeks and your instagram feed… well, it’s boring!”
Wow, way to insult someone who’s like, so proud of their instagram feed.
sashimi appetiser
I had a long week last week. Early mornings, late nights, six hours of back to back calls on Valentine’s night. Yep, it was one of those weeks. When the clock struck 6pm on Friday, I was happy enough to just go home and sleep, but Panu suggested out of the blue that he take me to dinner at Saké Restaurant instead.
Who am I to complain? I certainly married the right guy! 😀
seared yellow fin tuna, pork belly, pink grapefruit, black pepper caramel
I’ve had a preeeetty quite silly season this year. Working nights really cramps the party style and aside from a couple of Christmas lunches, I’ve missed most of the fancy-dressing alcohol-swilling gigs that have been happening across town the past month. But luckily, I am always free on weekends. Last Saturday, Panu’s dad treated us to lunch at Flying Fish, sort of as an early Christmas thing because we’re off on our trip this Friday (THREE SLEEPS TO GO!).
Well, I tell you what. I would happily sacrifice all the drinks in the world for another meal at Flying Fish*.
* Sure, fine, it helps that I am not a big drinker and well, I do love my food. Just a bit.
It was Thanksgiving in the US yesterday. I started this post wanting to write something about being thankful, but wanted to be… you know, witty, and not corny. But alas, I have run out of wit, I don’t want to be super corny (like, I am thankful for my mum) and will just stick to stating the obvious.
Like, boy, am I thankful for Oreos.