Hey!

It feels like one of those nights before raya. Everybody is busy preparing dishes, changing curtains, vacuuming every possible corner, and rendang. Rendang on the stove.

I am cooking rendang right now. Yes at bloody 1.30 am. Going to bring some to office tomorrow.

Good night

Comments

Izni said…
you're so weird,you know that? well,don't change ;)
03:17
Unknown said…
..you cook, too..? :)
08:28
Zubaidah Arshad said…
izni, i know! sometimes i dont notice that, but most of the times, i do! haha. but being a weirdo, ada je surprises kan? even i surprise myself often. kihkihkih

i cook pakmat, nak rasa?
22:28
Unknown said…
..a professional engineer who has a way with words and one who does not mind donning aprons now and then..hmm..you r getting better and better..of course I nak rasa..:) rendang has always been a fav..kelantanese rendang tak sama..
11:54
shiraz b said…
wow rendang at 1.20am? heartburn!
16:03
Zubaidah Arshad said…
pakmat, share the recipe! i'll try!

shiraz, heartburn? i had to do that. kalau tak, tak sempat nak bawa pegi office in the morning :)
00:40
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