Cedele, Wheelock Place

I remember the days when I was absolutely besotted with Cedele by Bakery Depot. How I looked forward to our daily meet-ups, the absolute enjoyment in its company and the feeling of dread when it was time to part.

Along the way, things changed and feelings wavered. Other places ursped its once-firm position and I no longer felt the urge, the desire or the need to keep the union going. In the end, I walked away from what we had and it was almost as if Cedele never entered my life to begin with.

One day, out of the cerulean-blue, we bumped into each other at Wheelock Place.



The Ham Roasted Onion and Cheddar sandwich almost sealed the deal. Premium smoked ham with roast onion, beetrot chutney and melted cheddar cheese presented a lip-locking treat; and the sweet potato bread was such a delight!



If you are not a fan of processed meats, try the Chicken Avocado Brie, which houses roast chicken with avocado, sundried tomato pesto, melted brie cheese.

In hindsight, there was also something reassuring about Cedele- the soups.



We harnessed the soothing qualities of the Boston Clam Chowder in all its smoky aroma and not-too-creamy texture. And of course, it was deja vu BFF with FFB (Best Friedns Forever with Free Flow of Bread).

Over lunch, I kept looking out for signs that once drew me to this establishment. A cursory glance at the array of freshly-baked bread prompted flashbacks; the luscious display of cakes joined in the 'feel the luuurve' crusade

What was it?

Suddenly it clicked.

It wasn't a particular memory or incident but rather, the time we used to spend together- in happiness and saddness, in boredom or while riding cusp of an adrenaline rush.

Hello Stranger. It's good to see yo again.

Lunch at Waraku, Marina Square

Lotus root chips were incredibly light, fracturing at the purse of the lips.

For lunch, Waraku offers ACS (Asian Carb Staple) lunch sets where you pick a rice AND noodle dish. Though It's a pretty good deal, suffice to say, unless your boss/ teacher/ 'someone in higher authority' encourages midday slumber, this would prove a tad too heavy for lunch.

The dons varied from animals who walked on fours (katsu) & twos (chicken), and others which swam (salmon and tuna), glided (eel) or just floated along (prawn). I'm inclined to say that the cold temperatures had lowered my IQ to below room temperature, which was why I picked never-tried negitoro over tested-and-approved tempura. I think it was a case of "OOO what's that nasty pink stuff... Oh, heck it! I'm going ADVENTUROUS, let me roar!"



Yeah like let me roar in horror.

"Nasty pink stuff" is chopped fatty tuna belly, accompanied by scallion flakes, macerated yam and rice. The experience could only be described as discomforting. Despite drenching the mixture in shoyu, it was tasteless. But that I can handle; what I cannot stomach is "soft bodyless food". The fatty tuna belly had been minced so finely, there was barely any texture left and the foamy yam was disturbingly mushy. In a don-shell, very blah/mush-driven nibble sent chronic chills down my spine.



Turning up the temperature slightly, the soba (no doubt store bought) in dashi stock, finished with seaweed and tempura batter bits was fuss free and simply done.



The tempura don fared better. Despite its weighty batter, the tempura prawn was crisp enough for my liking.

The accompanying udon, like the soba, was an assembly of commonplace Japanese ingredients.



Diana didn't seem to have any problems with her unatama don, where pieces of eel strewn across an omelette.

Gangnaroo Korean Restaurant

Last night on my way home, I noticed that though rain-less, the night skies were constantly lit up by bursts of lightening. To make matters worse, the lightening crossfire appeared uneasily close in proximity. As I was walking home, the mental images of being struck down raced through my mind- will my parents be able to recognize me through the charredness? Will I appear in the newspapers? What would people at my wake say about me? Will my sisters divide my belongings equally among themselves? Too bad hospitals don’t accept scorched organs.

Sugar and spice and everything nice.
That's what little girls are made of.

Gee, I wonder what happened in between.

Morning showers had caused office temperatures to dip considerably. I find that when I’m cold, I fidget (or was I actually shivering?) to keep myself warm (movement --> exercise --> generate body heat) but because large actions in the office would only raise eyebrows, I could only bob up and down in my seat. I loaded up on the hot drinks and by mid-day, I was sitting on my hands (resorting to bum-radiated heat)- The last time I felt like my insides were about to freeze from within was when I was in Copenhagen...



So you can only imagine what joy, relief and delight it was to have steamboat for dinner. Along Circular Road, Gangnaroo Korean Restaurant is easy to miss against the backdrop of irish pubs, snazzy (sleazy) lounge bars and trendy eateries. With table cloths not even a dowdy Martha Stewart would endorse and barely any Korean-ish décor (save for a couple of Bae Yong Joon and Rain posters), the restaurant is definately not dressed to thrill.



Yet I feel that these are tell tale signs of an authentic modest Korean restaurant that has stood the test of time. A Korean couple runs the front house with much consideration restaurant, despite the lack of English language proficiency.

"Steamboat? Beef? Spicy? OK!"

aRH, who needs English when you can point and smile.



Inside the steamboat, we found mushrooms, beansprouts, tofu, leeks, red and green chilis, carrots, noodles and marinated beef. It is best to give it a little stir and wait for the dish to bubble away so that the spicy paste and broth amalgamates for maximum satisfaction.

Halfway through, we added more soup and chili and towards the end, the soup took on a stronger personality and we were close to scrapping the pot clean.



GANGNAROO KOREAN RESTAURANT
35 Circular Road
Singapore (049391)
Telephone: 6538 2837

though i would be spending 3 days of july here in UK which means 3 days of summer sale! you wish is my command! :)

- younger sister of mine

Sisterly Love.

Awww

Once again, this blog has fallen into semi-comatose. Nothing much has changed and I say with absolute conviction that in the weekdays, my meals revolve around cereal, fruits, coffee, curry puffs and subway EVERYDAY.

Two weeks down, thirteen more to go.

Yeap, I'm STILL secretly checking out the eye-candish outfits and accessories over at work. Every morning, I scan through the various outfits, do a quick calculaion of how much debt I would land myself in if I were to spend as much ... and in the midst of such psychoanalysis, fueling my "gotta make the moolah" cells. I do feel a wee bit guilty that peace corps is not exactly on my career agenda but let's face, "cause we are living in a material world and ____ a ma-material girl..." Right. At least I haven't started singing, "diamonds are a girl's best friend..."

Oh yes! Something did change last week! I scored a new office cubicle... a nice spacious -space- to call my own. To make the -space- more personable, I made a collage of photos from my travels last year, framed it and sat it next to my laptop.

Currently lusting over this tote from Anya Hindmarch



It's absolutelyly chic-alicious! I can use it for work, shopping, travelling.. yada yada.. very multi-functional. Plus its cream-coloured = totally versatile! Yang, if you see this in a summer sale, G-R-A-B IT. Your dear sis here will very much appreciate it.


Baby Pooki Doll, which I thought was ugily cute. Of course, I have zilch use for it but I love the asymmetrical eyes... almost looks as if someone punched it. HAHA... whoops, excuse the odd sense of humour.

Morton’s of Chicago, The Steakhouse

[Horrible photos included]



Oh yes yes yes... After months of longing, I can finally include Morton's under my belt of 'been there done that' restaurants to visit. *Victory dance*

We were charmed by the ambience- dimly lit (i.e horrible photos), dark mahogany panelling- a throwback to the classic Chicago steakhouse. We were seated in the booth and it did seem odd that they physically shifted out the entire table so that we could walk in instead of slot in. Thoughtful but clumsy.

Part of the experience is sitting through the menu recital. It felt like being in a children's choir concert where your mind wanders off midway but by the end of the performance, you end up doing a "Bree van de Kamp", smiling as if you never heard of anything quite so delightful. Somehow I don’t see the significance of this recital: uncooked and untreated, nothing on the trolley was capable of yielding an appetite and almost every item on the trolley seemed like genetically enlarged Franken-food. The lobster, alive but not kicking, made me wonder if anyone would have the heart to order it. I mean, it is one thing to pick out a slab of dead raw steak but another to single out the only ‘live’ item on the trolley and kill it for your enjoyment. Die Lobster Die!

For what it’s worth, it sure was a conversation starter.

Service was excellent. Although the menu recitation would have easily sounded like a malfunctioning machine gun, our waiter, Idris was personable and contributed significantly to the overall enjoyment of our evening.


Onion bread

Within minutes of placing our order, the onion loaf made its way to our table, much to our delight. Bread-knife-less, we greedily tore apart the onion loaf (can I just add: there's no better way to eat bread). Crusty on the outside, unapologetically fluffy on the inside, this onion loaf was capable of making bread whores squirm with desire.

"Be careful not to finish it, otherwise you would be too full to have your mains..." advised Idris.

Now that was one advice that almost fell on deaf ears as we could hardly stop after the second, third or fourth wad...


Crab Cake

The timely arrival of our crab cakes saved us from polishing off the onion loaf. A patty of shredded REAL crab panfried in butter, served with mustard mayonnaise. The crab cake was bursting in flavour despite its meek facade.


(L-R) Spinach & Mushrooms. Lyonnaise potatoes.

The earthy aroma of the button mushrooms complimented the withered spinach nicely but honestly, it was a tad too ordinary.

Morton’s is capable of producing potato sides in "6 different ways" and according to Idris, they serve “the best fries in town”. Not particularly in the mood for fast food, we chose something “fancier sounding”. Sliced potatoes and julienned onions sauteed in -breathe- BACON FAT (yup, that’s the secret ingredient), the Lyonniase potatoes were very good.

According to Theoretical New Economics rule #6, "People are bad at computation" as many often use "price to signal value". So to put things in perspective, the sides were “very good” but not in an earth-shatteringly pound-the-table sorta way And when you revisit the experience, all we ordered were essentially very-average agricultural products.




You say po-TAH-to, I say po-TAY-to… Sides aside, we were here for the steaks and it didn’t disappoint.


Porterhouse Steak- take one.

According to The Cook's Thesaurus, "Many believe these (porterhouse steaks) to be the best of all steaks. They include parts of two muscles: the flavorful top loin and the buttery soft tenderloin...."

How true how true...


Porterhouse Steak- take two.

The porterhouse steak was slightly charred, replete with a smoky aroma and gorgeous texture. Like a beautiful woman free of makeup, the sign of a good steak is the lack of some run of the mill gravy.

I should just let the pictures do the talking…


Porterhouse Steak- take three.

It would be technically correct to say that there wasn't any room left for dessert- after all, most entrees were probably larger than your stomach. Although we declined dessert, the key lime pie and Brand Marnier soufflé sound absolutely inviting. May be next time... haha As you can see, I was already planning for my next visit but if truth be told, Morton's is alot easy to stomach when somebody else settles the bill. As we were about to leave, they shifted the boulder of a table again- only this time, it only seemed totally necessary.


Rite of passage for every steak hound.

Oh well. At the very least, I can say, “I’ve been to Morton’s”

I'm at peace.
HUMMM

Oriental Hotel
Fourth Storey
Marina Square, 5 Raffles Avenue
Tel + 65 6339 3740

The Manhattan Fish Market

The restaurant was full on a weekend evening and even at half-past eight, people were still streaming in. "Feel good" theme restaurant, laid back with a birthday-celebration atmosphere, generous portons- it wasn't difficult to see MFM's appeal, and I get the feeling that people here like to share and eat off the same plate. *Gut feel*


Garlic Butter Mussels

For starters, we had the garlic butter mussels and sizzling Louisiana prawns. Looks like soup, doesn't it? Well it isn't.. The mussels drowned in thickish sauce (mussel bobbing anyone?), which I found too creamy and nothing too spectacular.


Louisiana Prawns

As for the Louisiana prawns, the prawns were deep fried and served bare on a hot plate; then Louisiana shrimp sauce is poured onto the hot plate and the dish sizzles and sputters theatrically. The Louisiana shrimp sauce tasted like pipping hot thousand island sauce, which incidentally tastes quite alright (did I say just say?!). As if to answer the all-important "What should we do with the leftover sauce?" dilemma, both starters were served with plain baguette, which would have been better off toasted first.



I love my fried food.

You know seriously, MFM isn't for the faint-hearted. We order the all-inclusive Fisherman's Giant Fried Platter (CODE RED on New York mayor Bloomberg's trans-fat radar), where each offering was clad in this season's hottest shade: Golden Brown. Out of care and concern for my dear readers, I would recommend you share this platter with at least 2 people- unless you happen to be one of those "can't seem to gain any weight no matter how hard I try" people (then i HA-TE you).



An extremely heart-clogging hearty affair, the "Fisherman's Giant" platter includes calamari, fish fillets, prawns, mushrooms, fries and butter rice.

A rundown of the grub:

Thinly battered and visually-peppered (though it wasn't the slightest bit peppery), the Size 0 calamari scramps were too insignificant to provide any crunch or satisfaction.


Fish fillets

The fish fillets here were reminiscent of fish fingers, whose batter limped miserably when left on the side for too long. On hindsight, the Whole Fish Platter would have been a more satisfying option. I liked the subtle flavours captured within the butter rice and the fries were not bad too...


Mushrooms in the center; calamari on the right

Although, the mushrooms looked out of place on the "Fisherman's platter" I don't think anybody minded its knobby-sized juicy qualities. The huge prawns reeled me in with its kick-ass batter and as if the meal wasn't detrimental enough, I lost count of the number of crunchy prawn heads I devoured. Absolutely wicked.


You had me at 'Hello'


Dips

The dips were definitely aligned to suit the Asian palate. I like the chili dip the most as it helped cut the urghy-too-much-fried stuff feeling...


Caesar Salad

We order a salad to "forgive our sins and deliver us from evil". Yeah, one salad for the five of us.. haha.. I hate to break it to you folks, caesar salad is neither healthy nor UNfattening.. in fact, if you were going to have that, you might as well have a steak. Well, that is unless you order it cheese-less and dressing-less -which is what we did. Needless to say, I didn't give a toss-up and thought it was EXTRA-ordinary.

We asked what the dessert of the month was and it was hilarious because our waiter replied, "A-LOW-HAH Ba-NAH-NAH Fritters (Aloha Banana Fritters)" in the most depanned, gawd-I-can't-believe-I'm-saying-this-for-the-200th time tone. When we responded less than enthusistically, he then offered, "Tea-RAH-Mi-Su?" Another hmmm. Then it was his turn to turn on the enthusism, "Mudpie...We also have MUDPIE.. If you don't want the A-LOW-HAH Ba-NAH-NAH Fritter, you could have the MUDPIE... " He made sound like he had been slogging over the dessert and would be terribly gratful if somebody ordered it.



Honestly, I had already decided on the dessert before the mains. While I'm not a brownie person but today, I had a strange craving for vanilla ice cream and chocolate brownie. Here at Manhattan's, the processed faux cherry and whipped cream topping gave it an old-school feel. The brownie was layered with nuts and very moist (doesn't it just peeve you when the brownie crumbles); though there weren't signs of vanilla pods but I could never summon enough cyncism to pick on the good ol' vanilla ice cream. The heated exchange between ice cream and warm brownie made this a yabba-dabba-do.

I keep forgetting that The Manhattan Fish Market appeals to a different crowd altogether and I shouldn't be pitching New York Times or Makansutra standards here. For a theme restaurant, I felt my visit was encouraging enough.

Manhattan Fish Market

68 Orchard Road
#06-07 Plaza Singapura
Tel: 6835 9300

6 Eu Tong Sen Street
#02-79/90 The Central @ Clarke Quay
Tel: 6534 0973

Le Intern at Le Office Eps #2

Third day into work and Le Intern still feels like Andy Sachs- Size 6, pre-makeover and surrounded by gorgeous creatures. While she will never have a 'Nigel' to rely on, she is more than relieved there aren't any Miranda Priestlys on her floor. It isn't about the outfits (only maybe) as ultimately, Le Intern loves the fact that women actually take pride in how they look and actually look like they are having fun dressing up. She then dreams of the days where she would have a closet full of Bruuns Bazaar and Marlene Birger.

Le Intern at Le Office Eps #1

Presenting

Le Intern in Le Office.
Starring Le Itern, formerly known as Le Student who blogs about food.

On her first day, Le Intern had to share a desk with Le Fellow Intern, who incidentally is as gay as HIS purple tie and pink mouse. But Le Intern is ok with the arrangement because Le Intern and Le Fellow Intern get along infamously, though she will be given a new desk next week. Le Intern was given a PC to work with too. The PC could only be described as prehistoric and the dust mites, hair strands and god-knows-what trapped inside the keyboard could potentially be used to calculate the PC's half-life. Despite the biomedical hazards she potentially faces, Le Intern relents as she will get a new laptop soon.

Le Fellow Intern is incredibly chatty and tries to explain the format of the game to Le Intern. Though work offically starts at half past eight, department only trickles in at quarter to nine. Most days, department then heads for "breakfast", which Le Intern "absolutely must attend" because the breakfast serves as bonding time. Le Intern concurs.

Le Intern is struck by Le Beautiful People at Le Office. Le Beautiful People resemble nymphs on their way to a cocktail party and exude an air of glorified nonchalance, which makes her feel uneasy but in awe at the same time.

First day of work and Le Intern has been roped to help out in events. Yay for her. She crosses her fingers and hopes that the other days would be as pleasant.

Miss Clarity Cafe

The interior design of Miss Clarity Café’s raised a few eyebrows. To describe as “girlish” would be an understatement; more appropriately, it looked like the owners had been inspired by Schwan Stabilo highlighters and based the colour scheme on it. But hey, it's Miss Clarity's café (not yours) so unless you have a thing against the fluorescent “i'm totally hangin’ out with my Bratz Dolls” decor, the rest of us shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

In fact, I think hordes of people don’t seem to mind. We arrived at the café a couple of minutes before twelve and the restaurant/ café was ¾ full with one table consisting of about twenty people. Do I sense a cult appeal? Fifteen minutes later, the restaurant operated at full house and I was alarmed- Could they cope or would I be sorely disappointed?

For $3 more, your main course becomes a set lunch, complete with soup or salad AND drink AND dessert of the day. The salad was a bowl of greens, topped with supermarket-bought thousand island sauce- fuss free and forgettable. The soup of the day was supposedly carrot soup but in a shade similar to cream, it was definitely suffering from an identity crisis. Although, it was sip-pable, I suggest saving your calories for the better stuff.


Oyster Mornay

Served on a bed of some-stone-pebble-thing, the Oyster Mornay drew wows for its presentation. Subsequently, the ‘wows’ gave way to an orchestra of ‘mmms’ and ‘yeaas’. as we polished off the oysters in record timing. Baked palm-sized Chilean oysters (still in their shells) topped with mozzarella cheese and béchamel sauce. For a real Show-me-the-Mornay good time, prick off the oyster and slurp away!


Show me the Mornay


Black Angus Roast Beef

Done medium rare, the Black Angus Roast Beef Sirloin cut a handsome shade of red. However, it was tougher than expected and perhaps next time I should go for the rib eye instead. To me, the fat trimming was a highlight- how could anyone cut out the fats when they are having steak?! The roast beef on served on a bed of roast potatoes and shredded cabbage, which I very much enjoyed. Points taken off for the thin watery gravy.


Black Angus Roast Beef

In a place where tablecloths and wine glasses cease to exist and a squeeze bottle of ketchup claimed center-stage on the table top, we were just plain intrigued by what the chef could come up with. Since we weren’t particularly interested in dory or chicken dishes, the Lamb with Provence Crust stood out for obvious reasons. The dish was pretty well done (love the flavoursome sauce and gritty crust) save for the fact that the lamb chops were on the tough side.


Lamb with Provence Crust

Dad initial choice of fish and chips invited “but that’s so boring.. choose something more adventurous” feedback and “something more advanturous” turned out to be Seafood Paella. Somehow, I felt that by offering this dish, the restaurant was setting itself up for failure.. I mean not many fine-dining restaurants offer paella so how would this unpretentious home-run café fare in this no-man’s challenge?


eafood Paella

True enough, we were a little disturbed to see the paella served in a claypot. To me, it resembled the forbidden lovechild of heartlander Lup Cheong Claypot Rice and exotic Spanish Senorita Paella. But I can’t bring myself to dismiss the Seafood Paella on sight- [insert melodramatic music] sometimes I find myself rooting for the underdog Mum & Pop-ish kind. To cut them some slack, it was brimming with seafood (chef, please chuck the fake crabsticks) and the bubbling within piqued our interest so we let it sit for about five minutes before tucking in (in my case, scalding the walls of my mouth).


eafood Paella

The result was a tear-jerker but in a good way. You know when the underdog finally triumphs over the beauty queens and football jocks, and scores with whatdoyaknow nerd-turn-hot-babe? Yup that was what happened with this Seafood Paella. Having soaked up tomato-saffron sauce, the rice was bursting with flavor and grainy with an edge. Like the authentic paella, the best bits are worth scrapping for. Funny enough, I prefer this unauthentic paella because I find the traditional version to be too oily. Note: if you are traditionalist at heart, stay away from this paella. You have been warned

When I googled Miss Clarity Cafe, I found reviews both lauding and bashing Miss Clarity Cafe. However, there was a common thread running: Miss Clarity Cafe was undeniably inexpensive and value for money. This got me thinking- If you were to pay a third of what you would nomally have, would it be too much to ask of you, as a patron, to halve your expectations?

True, it is the chef's responsibility to produce dishes to the best of his ability and it is onus of the restaurant to deliver the value but that being said, I think as patrons, we have to keep our expectations in check, especially when the experience in question doesn't cost us an arm or leg.

By the time we were done, we were reeling from the hearty mains but there was still dessert. Though I know this is a point of contention with some patrons but we were actually relieved to see a 2 inch by 2 inch bread and butter pudding. Prior to tasting, I have heard, or rather read much about Clarity’s bread and butter pudding so that got me all excited. Unfortunately, it arrived all drenched in vanilla sauce, I knew it wasn’t going to be ‘happily ever after’. The pudding felt clumpy and was sorely missing in texture. It reminded me of the Spanish Miel, which I don’t happen to be a big fan of. Period.


Bread and butter pudding

I might have sounded quite harsh but a return trip is most probable. Service was great- there seemed to be this sense of pride with what the kitchen was churning out, and there are still many many items that beg a review. I am not big on pasta but the squid ink linguine and lamb shank pasta sound inviting. I might even do a 'chicken' dish.. Next time round, I would order the bread and butter pudding, vanilla sauce on the side. Ooo, I see a Varlhona Chocolate cake too…

Miss Clarity Cafe
5 Purvis Street #01-04
Singapore 188584
Tel: 63394803
http://www.missclaritycafe.com

Picnic.

What do you get when you put 2 heliophobes and a burning desire to go on a picnic?

Why an indoor picnic, of course.

Note: We take aging skin damage very seriously!*

* "Growing up is mandatory but growing old is optional"

As indigenous folks of the urban tropics and concrete jungle, you probably won't catch Diana and I enjoying the great outdoors a la Survivor unless

a. Singapore capsulizes herself in a UV-protected shield.
b. biomed scientists design replaceable skin graft (I'm thinking Gattaca), which we can patch on like a band-aid after an afternoon in the sun.

Arh yes, "indoor picnic" does sound like an oxymoron, doesn't it? But all it takes is a spoonful of enthusism and a cache's worth of imagination to make it work. Di and I were real excited about our 'picnic', it wasn't just something random or on the spur of the moment because we did PLAN to get food from the supermarket and STALK OUT the water fountain. You can tell reality bore little traces of a real picnic adventure... we didn't even have a picnic basket or proper cutlery, save for disposable bamboo chopticks!

So to cut the not-very-long story short: We bought our food from Jason's Marketplace, sat cross-legged (oh how unlady-like!) beside the water fountain, which posed as our "nature" prop... I guess what made this picnic-like was the absence of china, furniture and a tabletop.


No any pesky ducks or swans!



At the entrace of the supermarket, the both of us immediately zoomed into the Japanese food section. Since the bento boxes weren't ready yet, We grabbed a box of sashimi that had maguro, sake and mekajiki. I know this sounds weird but I have always wanted to do something as random as eating Japanese boxed meals in a non-restaurant setting, watching the world go by.



We then popped by the rotisserie and bought a honey-glazed chicken steak. Though it looked less than photogenic (bad shaky hands!), it was really quite good and Di and I made a mental note to get more chicken on our next picnic.. maybe we could grab a bradwurst.. or say we found the pork knuckle..



We could even make chicken sandwiches with the TWO FEET LONG baguette that we bought froMm Panaderie Bakery. I thought the baguette was as long as an arm of mine and we finished the entire train! I don't know how we did it- I vaguely remember a repetitive tear-and-chew movement... Crusty on the outside, fluffy on the inside, finishing the baguette was easy-peasy... I don't know if it's just me (erm, MAYBE IT'S JUST ME) but having bread this way is more fun than having already-sliced bread.


For something different, we opted for pate, instead of cheese or butter. Hmm, de foie pate vaguely registered any taste, Di and I just kept saying, "it's an acquired taste...". I guess deep down inside, we are really just "herbed butter folks".


The problem with two people is that we couldn't get anything that was packed in larger volumes. If there were the four of us, we could have bought a pack of smoked salmon or something. Having said that, the rotisserie serves this purpose well and we could always fo a Roast-theme picnic. Haha.. Or with cake and pudding from Gloria Jean's, we could always do 'high tea by the water fountain ' too..

We were talking about careers and l.i.f.e in general but I can imagine a couple of years from now, we would hopefully be in our Power Suits, sitting at the exact same spot picnic-king just for the fun of it.

What an experience.


Humans

Alas some rare shots orf humans.