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I would like to think of myself as 'cultured' where food is concerned, that is. Don't think I have that much of knowledge about other things in the world. I do, however, have tasted quite a variety of food and is always on the look out for new things to eat. Which brings us to the second uh.. noun? and that is daring. Or adventurous. Especially where my taste buds are concerned.

I have a thing for food. Korean. Japanese. French. Italian. You name it. If it's halal then I am up for it. It's always exciting to try something new. I am still referring to food of course (now let's not get sidetracked).

For iftar yesterday I made the dish I had at Delicious last week - Smoked Salmon Angelhair tossed in Cream, served with Caviar and Parsley. I cooked it and it tasted pretty close to the one I had, slightly a bit salty as I put some extra caviar in it and a tad bit dry, because I was afraid I'd soak the pasta with cream (didn't want it to be heavy) - this is compared to the one they served over at Delicious but it tasted lovely anyhow. Mum made Aglio Olio Linguine with Shrimp and it tasted delightful. The chilli flakes, olive oil, garlic and basil blended really well and produced a fine yet simple meal. Pasta is such a simple dish. Next up would be Angelhair with Basil Pesto. I have a thing for Angelhair, because it's much lighter and easier to manage than spaghetti. I much prefer spaghettini than spaghetti if I have a choice but spaghettini is a little bit hard to find in this part of the world (as with Halibut) so I stick with Angelhair. Lovely lovely.

Anyhoo. Two days back I (finally!) had my kimchi with some calrose rice and Uncle Bob's chicken (bought from Bazaar Ramadan). Lovely. The kimchi was so strong (it was more than two weeks old) that Mum and Dad complained it being so smelly I had to eat it elsewhere. Hah ha.

I thought of fixing some caviar, hard-boiled eggs, diced onions and bleu cheese for supper but I realized I was way too bloated from the iftar earlier the evening. I think I ate too much. How can I not? There's so many types of food, choices! at home. You don't get that in college. There you just take what they offered.

Mum's eating Aglio Olio Linguine with Shrimp as we speak. She didn't get to eat much earlier, with all the fuss with the baby and everything. Poor boy got rash on his legs and isn't feeling so well. That little baby.

I should hit the sack now. Must be up early for the wet market, baking cookies, driving Mum and Rawsyad to the hospital and oh yeah, cleaning the house. Raya's not so fun this year. But ahh whatever.

Let's end with a fun note - some pictures of the adorable baby boy himself, all clad in Baju Melayu.

Ooh, and I'd like to take this opportunity to wish each and everyone of you a pleasant Eidulfitri, wherever you may be. Eid Mubarak everyone! Be safe :)


Love,
me.