Monday. Got sick of writing and sending out CVs so I made pancakes for Mark who's talking away on the phone out in the garden. His expression of dawned understanding when I stood beside him, barefoot on the grass, with a plate of pancakes with honey and blackcurrant preserves in one hand and coffee in another... was priceless. Apparently I've just given him a lethal combined dosage of two of his favourite-est chow in the world. Chuckling and breathless from a big swirly hug, I went back inside to do the dishes. 3 minutes later I heard a loud "YUMMMMMMIEEEEE" and turned to see him whoop and war-dance holler on the grass.
Mark doesn't have to know that the pancake mix is past its expiry date.
Mark doesn't have to know that the pancake mix is past its expiry date.
Anyway, weather was superb so I took the tube down to Camden for a round of photography. Was hoping to catch a gig too, but alas, it's Monday (aka DEAD) night and nothing much was going on. Explored around Camden and discovered some nice spots, though... check out the rest in my Multiply.I'm flying off to the Netherlands later. 10 days of tulips, decorative clogs, legalised drugs and tallest people in Europe. And my bankruptcy.
4 comments:
Bi, u're pure evil for using expired pancake mix.. I like!!! Hehehehehe...
Now am glad you never offered to cook while u were still here.. :P
Aragon, you like evilness or you like expired pancake mix? I wouldn't have wanted to cook back in Malaysia when eating out is so much cheaper and convenient-er. But now, sigh, extreme situations call for extreme measures. Am learning the joys of cooking though, especially when people finish up everything I cook. Sense of achievement!
Durrr.. obviously, i like the evilness... takkan like the expired mix? Am not like your fren Mark... :P
Hahahaha.. now u know why i like cooking? Hungry buggers will finish ANYTHING!!
Hurrah for domestic goddesses!!!
I want coffee and pancakes too!!!! and i don't care if they're expired.
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