Simple food, cooked at home, shared with family on a quiet Sunday evening. Love it.
Maybe I cannot change the world. But at least in my home, there will always be peace, laughter and a table full of food.
The fifteenth day marks the final chapter of Chinese New Year. The festive snacks are almost gone, the red decorations will soon come down, and the rhythm of everyday life slowly returns.
Cooking like this is my way of showing love. It is how I connect with people, how I say thank you for their company.
Ashley and Audrey took over the kitchen this Sunday, and I gladly sat back to be served for once.
Good food does not just fill the stomach, it fills the room with warmth and chatter – the best kind of seasoning.
It was a dinner filled with tenderness, where every dish spoke of thoughtfulness, memory, and care.
A Malay-themed afternoon to honour tradition, friendships, and the joy of coming home.
No fancy courses this time, just a full table, happy tummies and the kind of comfort food we always come back to.