… I’ve said this before and I think it’s worth repeating… In the event of a global nuclear wipeout I will be one of the few survivors. I have an infallible homing instinct for those who feed me well.
🙂 🙂 🙂
From my late kebaya-clad Nyonya grandmother spooning the sweet flesh off freshly-caught fish to mould tiny perfect pink pillows of flavour-bursting fishcakes. To one of my best friends in London, the irrepressible RM, who went on to have his own telly series for a couple of seasons – ohgawwwdddessss – those groaning student spreads were straight out of Babette’s Feast! To CV and Delectable and Madam Z! It’s a naturally re-occuring phenomenon with me. This ability to always always end up the Gourmande In Gourmetland ♥
Probably (definitely!) why I don’t cook 🙂
Except -and only for my kids – and only for their first 18 months ♥ The stuff that fills our home with heartsinging cooking smells. That you can mash 🙂
And then of course I married Spouse.Who will whip up succulent ceviche on nights I need to go raw… complete with a bottle of Cloudy Bay…
And Delectable has obviously diverted Spouse onto the path of healthy arteries cause I found my Alpha Carnivore whipping up a batch of this…
The scrummiest veggie burgers – full of quinoa and aubergines and mushrooms – and good healthy foodness.
Ahhhhhhhh – it’s a good food life being me xox