“Stop doing that!” “But it’s fun. It’s so wobbly!” “Are you calling my butt wobbly?” “Uhm, at least it’s not jiggly like jelly any more. It’s a bit firmer now. Like panna cotta.” You’ve been having panna cotta on your mind since your boss made you some. An Australian of Italian descent, Wayne loves trying …
I’m preparing the ingredients for dinner, getting them ready now so that I can start cooking the moment we get home later. It’s quiet in the house in the middle of the day. Just me alone. Too quiet maybe. So I bring my laptop to the kitchen, set it on the countertop and play some …
You know how to cook, of course, like all real Italian men, you say. Let’s make calzones – have you tried making them before? Boy, I wanted to say, I haven’t even eaten one yet. Instead I just nod. Yes, sure. We are in Trento, your hometown. A village, really, you confess. Oh but so …
We’ve had a long day. Driving from one place to another, errands to run, shopping to do, movies that we miss (an unexpected full house), slow and satisfying meals… it’s a pretty perfect little Sunday. Now we are back home. It’s late in the evening and it doesn’t seem like we’ll be having dinner. “I’m …
“I can’t find it,” I say. “Can’t find what?” you ask. “That picture of the French toast we had at Kim Gary. It’s missing.” “It can’t be missing. Have you tried the external hard disk drive? The black one?” “I have.” “The other external hard disk drive? The white one? Have you tried that?” “I …
“You guys really like eating and travelling, don’t you?” This question from a friend took me by surprise, though perhaps it shouldn’t. Devil and I haven’t thought about this much – we just love discovering new foods to savour and new places to experience. And all this eating and travelling can be quite a spiritual …
There’s no need to get up early today. Tomorrow’s Wesak Day and a Saturday so today’s a free day. We wake up late, very late. We cuddle in bed discussing what we are going to eat today — from breakfast to dinner. By the time we get out of bed, it’s too late for brekkie, …
Kenny Mah believes in the good in people. He has been blogging for over ten years. No, his hands aren't tired. Yet.
