little bitty girl

I am constantly grateful for where I grew up and whom I grew up with. The food in Malaysia is so unbelievably diverse that you cannot help but be open about food. Having been colonized by the Dutch, Portuguese, then the British and with traders coming from all over the world, our meals were often punctuated by everyone who had left a bit of their cultures behind. I thank my mother for having this amazing passion for food and for passing it down to her children.

Stefan is going away for his annual boys trip this weekend. As much as I'll miss him, I do enjoy my solitary time and meals without him. I get to test cook and eat whatever I want. Not that I am obligated to cook for him in any way, there are many times when I've just felt like cooking something knowing that he won't eat it. He's fully capable of looking after himself. That and Mama Kang always provides a freezer full of "Stefan's Emergency Food When Karen Is Too Busy To Cook Or When She Is Away" for him. I don't know why she spoils him so much, I guess she just hates that he'll eat canned food. Little does she know that canned food such as Alpha-Ghetti is his comfort food.

Tonight, knowing that Stefan would be working late, I had a very delightful light dinner of freshly shucked oysters, mache salad with marinated spanish onions and vine tomatoes, and moules provencale. This was accompanied by toasted freshly baked french baguette slathered with butter and a glass of sauvignon blanc.

Bliss.

I wonder what other meals I will be making while he's gone.