French Toast baby. Cooked by my auntie. Crispy on the outside, soft and eggy inside.
French Toast baby. Cooked by my auntie. Crispy on the outside, soft and eggy inside.
Breakfast at PappaRich. They recently opened a new restaurant in Chadstone, Melbourne, AUS.
Stayed home today.
Breakfast. Chee Cheong Fun (rolled rice noodles with ground bean paste).
Slowly getting less sick. Sleeping ALL THE TAIME. The ladies laughing over seeing themselves on my blog. This is getting meta.
I woke up late today (cough, cold, headaches…SUPER SICK) so I only had two meals.
Breakfast at 1pm: fried egg on kuay teow (flat rice noodles with bean sprouts), roti canai (indian flatbread made with flour, egg, fat and water) and a thin curry.
Be warned. This is a long post with lots of pictures of delicious food.
That said, we begin with my dinner on the Air Asia flight to Malaysia from the Gold Coast.
As a kid, I loved plane food. All the different compartments were like bento boxes, super fun.
This… less fun. I’d ordered the vegetarian meal, and thus got vegetarian lasagna. The quality was akin to a frozen meal – oily tomato sauce packed with dried herbs, more cheese than pasta, overcooked spinach and what I presume were two thin slices of mushroom. The meal also came with a bottle of water, handy given my sore throat.