I love eggs. No, seriously, I love eggs. You know how you always have one retarded friend who’d take it upon themselves to inflict misery on you by forcing you to imagine what it would be like to only have one thing in the world that you could eat for the rest of your life? […]
I like donuts. I’m not one of those who will queue for three hours, nor someone who insists that friends studying/working in cities like London or Sydney must buy me Krispy Kremes whenever they come back on summer/winter break. (I only requested for Krispy Kremes once!) But I do like donuts. And I don’t understand […]
As you can see from the picture, mine’s french toast. When I was a kid, I used to badger my mom into making french toast for me every weekend – to the point that my poor brother started refusing to eat it. Soft pillow-y bread, soaked in a milky egg wash, fried to crisp perfection […]
