a little taste of home
05/08/2008
It was my cousin’s birthday a few days back. The smartass I am, I emailed him and said – So old already, take it easy. Have a good one.
The old fart writes back a day later, and replies – It’s when I think of how old my younger cousin is – that makes me feel old.
Ah. You know you’re home when the familiar twang of sacarsm hits you in the face like a warm embrace.
I made a really good pot of Bak Kut Teh yesterday. Thanks to the spice packs from Lilmurmurs’s. To that I added some garlic, pepper and dried mushroom. Very tasty, if I do say so myself. Only missing some cilantro. That would’ve made it perfect.
So here I am, fifty thousand miles away from home sniffing at little whiffs of home. Pathetic and true. Just hope I don’t dream I’m back only to wake up and realise I’m not – that makes me depressed all day.
