LOL.

Smooshy: says: (2:32:00 PM)
fallin asleep

Smooshy: says: (2:32:05 PM)
somebody please slap me

leigh says: (2:37:47 PM)
-slap

leigh says: (2:37:48 PM)
haha

Smooshy: says: (2:38:50 PM)
AGAIN

leigh says: (2:41:10 PM)
-slap slap slap

leigh says: (2:41:12 PM)
slap me back leh

Smooshy: says: (2:42:55 PM)
mega SLAP

Cafe dreaming.

The thing I love, and miss, most about Australia is the very vibrant, very exciting dining scene. I like how there are so many enclaves to explore and how there is always a really good cafe/bistro/wine bar

to pop into at every corner. I happened to surf into one of the Aussie blogs I read while planning my food itinerary and surprise, surprise, the latest post was about yet another bistro opening. This one's in Redfern, in the grungy/new-agey Sydney suburb where Baffi & Mo is located. 

I went on to read a few of her earlier entries and there it was - a post on where to celebrate Christmas in July and all the yuletide offerings during the Australian winter.

Christmas, twice in a year. Lucky bastards.

Whoopeedoo.

It may be a long working Saturday in the office tomorrow, but I'm milking the short exhilaration that comes with most Friday nights. That, and I'm feeling strangely pumped up - we're FINALLY nearing the finish line for our launch issue and I'm feeling super, super proud and satisfied. "It's like giving birth," my colleague quipped. 

Yup, it sure does feel like it!

But it's never quite all work and no play food in the office. :)

The week of disappointing dinners. Or how curiosity killed the cats.

I was scrolling through my iPhone in search of an emblematic picture of my week and surprise, surprise - I have nothing but pictures of food, chefs and hastily-taken shots in various supermarkets. I shall not risk an overdose of food porn here and content with words, for now.

It's 5:41 on a slightly rainy Friday evening and I've just wrapped up yet another session in the kitchen. Cooking, an activity usually reserved for special occasions, has become a staple part of my weekends. It is time-consuming and all that supermarketing sometimes makes me feel like I'm morphing beyond my years into a messy homemaker, but I quite enjoy it. And my kitchen skills are improving at a rate that would make my Saffron instructors rather proud. That's not to say that I wouldn't like to spend a day doing absolutely nothing food-related while curled up on the couch reading a non-food-related book... but that will have to wait till we groove through the bumpy start-ups!

But I digress. This post was meant to be a rant on my supremely unsatisfying dinners out this week. Two were pretty horrid, the third unmemorable. I shan't go into details - let's just say it involved, against better logic, a timer and horribly substandard fare. It will definitely be awhile before I let my curiosity get the better of me. I'm sticking to tried-and-tested favourites for now! Actually, I might just go on a pre-Krabi detox while I'm at it.

Tofu and veggies, anyone?

Off to the shower and then to the East to feed the babes with today's creations. Let's hope they like it!

I'll write you another time.

I wonder if this obssession with food is an occupational hazard?