Home. Cooked.

'Waiter, what's that fly doing in my soup?'
'Looks like the backstroke, sir.'

I am just going to put up a few more pictures for my family to remember their time here - just the home-cooked birthday dinner we had for my sister's birthday, kindly prepared by K.

It was a proper three meal dinner - with a cheese and olive platter as entree, followed by a Spanish mariscada (a seafood stew) and a fancy (sorry, my love, the ingredients are more complicated than I can name!) salad for mains, and a passionfruit cake at the end of it.



K was really kind and had gotten my sister a separate birthday gift as well - a nice little girly purse with many many pockets and slots, which I secretly eyed enviously. Hahaha!



Having worked in NSW for a couple of months as a locum, I slipped back into my eating habits of being a single guy - ham and cheese sandwiches, soups out of a can, instant noodles, microwave meals and regular take-away meals.

It was only then that I realised that in all the time we have been together, I have been really spoilt by K with some truly wonderful home-cooked meals. She is trying her best to introduce some much-needed culture and healthy eating in my life!

I am definite that K would be resistant of any praise about her cooking simply because of her nature, so I will just pay my compliments to her ability in three words.

Homemade chicken rice.