Eat, sleep, drink.
Once Mrs Chan is resurrected,
an almost ritualistic pattern takes over.
Eat, sleep, drink. Insert a physical activity.
It’s easy to slide into patterned behaviour here. Everyone keeps telling me I missed the real heat; but my face is itching again, the bright sun presents a migraine. Eat, sleep, drink.
Walk Angel; a transformed dog, now that Mrs Chan is around.
Drink, sleep, eat.
Soup doesn’t look lemak* enough, said London Bestie, Zen.
Soup has no taste- you are right!
Hahahaha! I can tell from a glance!
From across another table, our gracious host catches my eye, Whiskey? Japanese whiskey?
Insert vigorous mental/emotional activity with late night texting. Jon and I send our deepest condolences to you, Mom, and all at home. I’m so very very sorry…
But you finished it? Inquired Dr Chan.
Yes. I hate wasting food.
- Lemak (Malay)- “Fat”. Often used to describe richness, or lack of, in a dish.
- (Non-lemak) Laksa was consumed at PS Cafe Petit, 38A Martin Road
- Trace’s version popular amongst many smart women, uses the prepared sauces from the Prima brand available in London and Singapore.
- For an exercise in absolute discipline, humour, endurance, Laksa a local curried noodle dish, can also be made from scratch.
- (From Scratch… photo credit, Cousin S)