A friend returned from San Francisco with three huge sourdough loafs a couple weeks ago and we were the lucky recipients of one of them. Still unbelievably fresh after travelling halfway across the world. It's so good just to eat it plain. It's just so wonderfully sourdough-y, if you know what I mean. Hah! Was our breakfast for the next few days.
She also presented us with a bag of fingerings potatoes from the US west coast which we subsequently made into a delicious side with some beef steak for dinner one night. Always a joy to savour food that one can't find locally.
From all that's good to something that's quite the opposite. And that's having to eat an otherwise enjoyable bowl of Katong Laksa with a thin, flimsy plastic spoon. That just feels wrong. Scooping up a spoonful of hot Laksa using that ... that toy spoon seems awkward. If the spoon's too full and heavy, the weight of it kinda bends the plastic utensil into an uncomfortable angle. The famous Laksa still tastes the same but eating out of that plastic spoon makes this an experience I ain't planning to go through again anytime soon.