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As Parents, We Can Only Try Our Best...Like This

Yeah, we all have fantastic ideas and ideals before we have kids or while expecting kids. We are not ever EVER EVER EVER going to repeat our parents' mistakes and we are absolutely, without a smidgen of doubt, BECOME our mothers oh no, we are not. We are going to be absolutely parent-astic. Our kids are not going to be some lousy foodie blogger or anything like that. They are going to be sur-effing-geons.

But this is not how life is, you see, as this Stay at Home Dad discovered. Sometimes, we can only do our best not to F up, if I can honestly say it myself.

Anyway, as part of my 'my kids are never going to eat fast food' pre-parent promise, I did up some home-made noodles. Yeah, so I nailed one-day-without-fast-food down.


It's not really as hard as it should have been, really, because all there is to it is wheat flour, one egg, some water and some olive oil...and some more flour, flour, flour. One big mess but hey, one less meal of fast food, y'all.

Then grilled this, chopped chopped chopped and then add it into some soupy thing.

Now, eat. Everyone. Nobody has a name for any dish in this house. It's called Something To Put Into Your Mouth and Chew On.

But some days, like this afternoon, we've got to spend some time outside and let someone else do the friggin' cooking, right? So, had a nice meal at Chuups, a decent (medium-priced) eatery in Damansara Jaya.






It's rainy (surprise surprise) again today but ah well....spend your precious Sunday well.

Love,
Marsha

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