Comfort food

I occasionally tell D that at heart I am still a small town boy. Yes, I can appreciate the finer things in life, and truth be told, I even enjoy them.

But when all is said and done, I can still live simply. 

Just this morning, I went for breakfast at a neighbourhood market, in my t-shirt, shorts (one orange in colour, the other red) and dragging my feet in flip flops (or Japanese slippers as we used to call it when we were younger). I had myself a large plate of black chai tow kuay (fried carrot cake) and a hot large cup of Kopi Siew tai (coffee with less milk).

It filled me up, warmed my belly... Gave me energy for the whole day. So much so, I could even skip lunch and dinner.

Now, that's what I call comfort food!