In Celebration of Food, Glorious Food

This refusal to sleep. It's insane.

Anyhow, I am celebrating food today. Glorious food. Not simply food. Each picture reminds me of a loved one I shared the dish with. Of the memories, of the conversations and the pure comfort and joy in each other's company. Most of all, I celebrate the freedom the Lord has given me - to enjoy food, without worrying a single ounce regarding my weight. That mental jail that I never thought I could possibly escape from? Literally non-existent. Gone. Forevermore. In His name. Praise the Lord.

So perhaps this explains my penchant in recent times to take photos of my meals. They warm me. Reminds me that I don't count calories when I eat. Reminds me that the days of imprisonment are over. No more are the minutes where I retreat into that shell of mine, drifting off from conversations to count calories. Seriously, life is more than that.

To freedom. To the truth. To miracles. To Him whose name is above every other name. To Him who can do exceedingly, abundantly, above all than you can ever hope or imagine.

Cheers.
Claire.

Din Tai Fung. Enough said.
Love love love their xiao long bao! xx


Spicy crabmeat. Limited edition.
love and hugs to my sweetest juiciest spiciest crabmeat baby.
Get. It. Now.


Chicken + Mushroom in to die for Japanese curry
Pasta de Waraku: no one does it better.
Irrahshaeemaseh...burp.


Chicken + Egg in their signature Wafu sauce.
Done differently on days. Wetter version trumps.


Grilled sotong in black ink sauce.
Lovely, crunchy end-off to that pasta.

Cappucino happily drenched in chocolate.
Sin never tasted sweeter.

Lao Beijing's version of the humble bao.
I'd go with DTF, anytime. Of course, this could be my not-a-fan-of-pork self speaking. So don't mind my biased take (or blatant attempt at CYA).

Afternoon snack; lovely mummy warmth. I love her, to bits.

Sashimi drenched in wasabi drenched in soya sauce drenched in ze mouth of yours truly, amidst some sticky Japanese rice. *Love love love and satisfaction.*

Sweet catching up with a long-time friend in the Lord today. God reminds me, yet again, that it is so important for two to connect in Him. Without the Lord holding the relationship together, really, what is it based on? If he is not of the Lord, he is of the devil -- there is no middle ground. It is at once humbling and jolting, to be taught that truth.

Tempura, sushi set (I think) Forgot the name!
To make up for it: food's great, service's fast. Sit at the counter, near the chefs, to avoid the noise.
Check it out now, along Market Street.

Perfect End to a Friday. Loved ones, warmth, laughter, Japanese seafood curry (Pasta de Waraku; alright I'm a sucker: they are good!).
3:43am and I am tired but joyful. And immensely thankful.

Said meal with friend today reminded me again. Disappointments are here, to stay. That's life, and in this life, God says, we will have trouble. But one cannot deny Him. At least, I cannot. Tried. (Ashamedly but admittedly true) But couldn't. Once you have tasted what is good and pure and true, you could never turn your back away from Him. Perhaps you may stumble and fall. And languish in your perceived sad state of being. But after a while, you see His hand move and even if you don't, you feel and you hear His heart speak. Whisper, maybe. But surely, you hear His still, small voice. Deny him, we can't. Because we are lovingly made by Him, our Creator and the Lover of Our Soul.