So, bestowed upon graciously by God a month, i came back to the land of more for some solid R&R. Heaven knows my temper and nerves were frayed by the months of being cooped up on a land surrounded by water. (yes, that's why babies cry and grounding is an effective method of parental punishment; no freedom of movement)
My tummy had a party, even upon landing i was given food and just like an ancient wedding feast, it lasted for days eventually panning out for weeks. What did i have, you ask. An assortment of dishes, from the cooking stylings of different races, different places and with different faces.
deena's wall on FB served as my personal food diary, so we could both remind each other of what there was to eat and how fast we could do it. Also, it enabled us to mentally tick off food we have already sampled so that we didn't do too many repeats. Trust me, these memories will carry us through those hard months of "ayam lalapan" and "nasi goreng".
So goes on the taste buds galore, a ride i never want to get off.
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