My words fail me.
I'm hurt. No more, no less.
I will not respect you for taking drugs, but I am trying to respect your decision to take them.
I'm cooking you chicken Nasi Lemak. I'm not sure, but I think it means tasty/curry rice. It's Malasian cooking and soul food, one of my favourite things to eat, and I got in SO much trouble for taking the legs from the chicken for it. Jan was NOT pleased :P.
The curry took me hours on a slow simmer. The rice contains coconut, and there is some cucumber and fresh lime as well as peanuts and fresh herbs. I have no sambal. And I know you won't eat fish. Or egg. It's as close as I can offer you to my hidden side of the family. But I tried for you.
Jan just almost choked to death, quite literally. She tasted the curry. Oh dear. Apparently the amount of chilli made her whole throat swell.
Enjoy honey pie.
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