Normally, I skip breakfast. Bad habit, I know. Not good for my body, yup, I know that too. I just am weird about not being able to digest the usual breakfast array of cereals, breads or anything remotely Western-ish. Give me an Asian dish and my tummy and me will get along just fine.
So today, I had 8 homemade wontons delicately coated with a mixture of soy sauce, sesame oil and white pepper diluted by a spoonful of the soup it was boiled in. Yumm, especially with the chopped cilantro sprinkled over. Too yumm and I was too hungry, so no pic. Sorry. Will try not to let my greedy senses overtake my blogging ones 
Anyway, because I was farting around with my so-called burst of inspiration for an article, I didn’t get round to making and having my wontons till 10ish. Not so great when one has a lunch appointment at 12.15, hah!
Nevertheless, I still managed to scoff down most of a plain ol’ roti telur with a side dip of chicken curry gravy. Sometimes, we just have to let ourselves be won over by the simplicity and satisfaction of simple things. Like roti.
The friend had mee mamak. I never could understand how anyone could eat mushy, sticky, neon-coloured noodles that has the added cardbo of diced potatoes. Mmmm, not!
