i know marutama ramen is much raved about, but i would frankly be happier eating my instant noodles at home. after painstakingly removing the sprays of evergreen spring onion, i only managed a few mouthfuls of the ramen. i also firmly decided after one spoonful that i just cant stomach down the soup. too oily, too salty for my liking, only that slightly better than the disastrous ajisen. i loved the sliced roast pork, but it was too little to make this dinner enjoyable. i’m craving for a foccacia sandwich now. anglophile maybe, but no more soupy ramen for the un-soupy me.
for the book of moments. there’s something comfortingly timeless about a slow day. every minutiae is precious. every thought is in colour. my freshly brewed life – it’s only just beginning.
it’s so great that you’re both off together!
we wanted to leapfrog tender at first, but decided we should take the break together.. so yeah, it’s turning out great. =)
Hiya, things seemed to have worked out well for you both! =)
hey dear! i’ve missed you!