Seeking Solace

The Itallian Potluck at Cecilia's place was quiet, which is just as well cos you don't see crowds at such restaurants. I was pretty appeased by the short trip from the west to the Noth-east. God was kind. With all my barang-barangs, I went to cook my soup-of-the-day. It was a second attempt of the first day and I knew it will not taste as good as the first time. It is always that way. Repeated effort can never garner a more colourful result. Then again, it was drinkable. How cool is that? Having a soup that looks like Bo Bo Char Char but doesn't taste like it.

Salivating yet?

There may not be a lot of food cos Miss Sausage, Miss Spaghetti and Salad didn't turn up, but trust us, we already have difficulty finishing the food. Even with the help of Cecilia's brother.

The food proves more attractive than me. Look at Cecilia's eyes! *sulk*

The trip was worthed it. The stressful cooking was worthed it. Everything is worthed it when you have great company.

Jacqueline
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