do fried capers make everything better? sprinkled liberally over the tender and bloody veal and mash at dinner, they were crunchy little muthas bursting with flava.

sorry.

the mother’s last supper before winging it back to singapore tomorrow. i feel like i’ve been eating all day, since leftover rhubarb-strawberry-pear-apple crumble with 56% minimum fat cream at eight this morning.

the sister has a week before heading back to new york and there are still many many meals out there left to conquer. “if we live like hobbits for the next week, we’ll be able to fit it all in,” she says. this does not mean we will neglect our foot hygiene, only that we should have three meals before noon. of course.