The Chinese some really funny believing or teaching that spread across South East Asia. We tend to use our food to justify how a person should be, and most of the time it's accurate. So, let's get started on it.
The old saying oges, δ»₯ε½’θ‘₯ε½’, bring the meaning of "you are what you eat" in English. But funnily, both languages brings a whole new meaning for each other. In Chinese, if the Chinese Sensei consultation give you a health assessment telling you have a weak lung, you're probably going to get 7 days a week for 7 week of ping lung soup boiled with some medical herb, and you get an iron lung.
Now the best part is in English. If you're using the same idea of what the Chinese use, using whichever part of the body of an animal to "replace" our human body by eating them in, we're gonna have trouble. Because we technically eat damn a lot of pigs. And some of those people whom doesn't go with the rules, just like a monkey. We probably know they eat monkey brain. Funny isn't it? Anyway, back to my Subway breakfast, home minister decided to fry us some bacon, some salad we planted at the flower pot outside. Since Subway is Halal, now we finally get to include a slice of real pork bacon in between yo!
Went for grocery shopping and buy dinner. Accidentally skipped lunch due to heavy and late breakfast. After that, it was heavy rain, so we didn't eat anything serious. A few slices of bread, milk and that's about it.
Rain subsided in the evening, but I guess not many people wanted to come out. Me and home minister finally get to do some serious grocery shopping, rather than leaving me alone going to the junkfood section and buy rubbish.
Tried to capture the rainbow after the rain, but it seems the exposure doesn't allow me to catch a more lively and vivid rainbow. Blame that on the tinted glass at the mall.
Later we went to the roadside hawker to buy us some Satey. Feels really good smelling the charcoal, and also the heat from the BBQ stove.
Am a little disappointed Sushi King haven't get their beef back. I was going to get some other stuff ot eat, but decided what the heck, and got myself a bowl of chicken rice.
Kid is having their Piri Piri Karaage, spicy chicken rice as the menu mentioned. Hardly really spitting fire kind of spicy, but more like herb spice?
Here's me and the kids. All 3 bowl of rice.
Home minister got herself a bowl of curry Laksa. She pluck some of the mint leafs from our plant and put them into the spicy curry soup.
And last but not least, the BBQ Satey. I order 10 sticks of chicken, so the kids can enjoy it as well. Another 5 sticks of beef and we all enjoying that. Once again, if we are what we eat, imagine cow is vegetarian. How do cow have so much of meat?
