hooked on creme brulee ice-cream

for the benefit of a friend whose name begins with E-D-N ... (i hope blogspot's good to me tonight)

here's the mixed kebab grill i had at Beirut where we were being stared down by the Lebanese mafia


i finally had a taste of Swedish meatballs at Ikea here.


and today, it was ellen degeneres, more folding underwear into neat little squares, experimenting with new pasta sauces, ironing clothes, ellen degeneres, throwing away a whole kilo of cherries away cos i've forgotten about them, overeating, ellen degeneres, you get the picture.

i haven't started missing Singapore yet. i understand now, that it doesn't matter where we are. home is where Ravi is.

and here he is.