Eat more, all the better to eat you later

Somehow when entertaining friends for dinner, thoughts of gingerbread witch repeating 'all the better to eat you later' pops up in my mind. It also brings to mind that if all my friends are fat, it means I will look relatively slim beside them. scheme, plot, scheme.

Cooking is so destressing. Especially when you get to cutting/ slicing, with the blade entering cleanly into the vegetables; there is no room for other thoughts, one has to concentrate hard on not cutting fingers.


Sausage, two mushroom pasta

and of course, who doesn't want to pretend to be as nonchalant as Jamie Oliver to whip up something delish without fanfare. Had my Jamie Oliver-ish moment (heh) with my Pork & Peach dish. Peaches that we picked from Nanhui (where all the sweet & juicy ones come from). What a picture of serenity & poise admist with imaginations of wonderfully high-class farm life and picking peaches for home-cooked delicacies. Heh.


Pork & Peaches

Leftovers from brunch after we just moved in.

Not so little pikelets


And lastly of the cook getting all the attention. And you wonder who gets all the girls *smirk*


Undivided attention for me and not the food or the guy. bwahaha...