Nutty Monkey!

You see, I have a thing for peanut butter chocolate ice cream. Unfortunately, it's not something you'd easily find in the supermarkets. So much so I finally decided to take matters into my own hands. Quite literally.

Having scoured the ice cream aisles of KL without success, I ended up bringing home a tub of regular chocolate ice cream. And a jar of crunchy peanut butter. Softened the ice cream and stirred the peanut butter in bit by bit. Diced some bananas and threw those in as well.

As simple as that, and there is now a tub of chocolate banana & peanut butter ice cream sitting in my freezer. Probably not for long.

Bon apetit!

How The Meat In My Hand Mellowed My Heart

Had a haircut. Had a burger. Burger was more expensive than haircut.

Even before adding the coke and fries.

But at that very first bite, with it's juices slipping along my tongue, it set me to reminiscing as images surfaced unbidden.

The greasy grills of Lygon Street.
The "Love Our Song" commercial.
The weekly Ramly at the Thursday night neighbourhood pasar malam of my childhood.
The JD at TGIF.
The Aussie I had attempted to make at home.

I suppose it's inevitable for someone like me to have memories embedded in my tastebuds. After all, life for me happens one meal at a time.

Portobello Mushroom Cheeseburger @ Carl's Jr

A Rendezvous In The Rain

Cold, grey, rainy days.

Something about them that drive people to seek out warmth and comfort. It certainly drove me out, cruising down the highways as slips of rain speckled my windscreen only to be swept away by the wiper blades.

I pulled over at some quiet corner, and got out. Stood beneath the eaves. Stared at the rain a bit. Rubbed my arms for a little warmth. Turned around.

And there you were.

I casually walked over, then walked away again. I sat down at a table, not too far from where you were. Averting my eyes. Trying not to stare. Hoping you wouldn't notice the hunger that burned behind my eyes.

But perhaps you did.

And you came over to where I sat, carrying with you a heady scent. Exotic, a hint of spice, perhaps. Oh, how you intoxicated me.

You came close, oh so close to me. And your gravity pulled me closer still. Inch by inch, nearer and nearer, until you touched me, your heat caressing my lips, your taste burning on my tongue.


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I have to say... the nasi lemak was wholly average but boy, the wild boar curry was pretty good. Warmed my body and filled my belly - about all it really takes to keep me happy.

Nasi lemak @ Everyday Food Court, Puchong