Now I realise that I’m starting to sound like a real little Englander…but why do the Italians have such a thing about Nutella? See this link for details.
Have I mentioned how yummy fresh coconut is? The straw is to drink the (clear) milk, and the spoon is to eat the flesh.
Yum, yum and indeed yum.
At the moment I’m in Kuala Lumpur (KL). Adam is busy at a conference, while I have the chance to meet up with an old friend from college, Yuleng. She’s an absolute sweetheart, so it’s great to spend some time with her, and have a really good, local introduction to the city.
On our first night, she took us to a ‘hawker market’, for some authentic, Malay Chinese food.
In the evenings, little stalls are set up in a car park, with little portable generators to power the signs…
…and gas canisters to power their stonking burners (that said, there isn’t any mains gas in KL, so the gas canister is rather iconic).
We loved this guy, who was filling veg and wraps with a fish paste (which where then deep fried). He was incredibly fast and skilled.
This chap is preparing a local delicacy, squid with spinach.
here’s the poor chap dealing with the dirty dishes. Don’t worry, he’s not washing up, just rinsing. The clean dishes came from somewhere else.
On the way back to the car, I spotted this night club (I had to take a snap to show our friend Beryl)…
…and a little traditional house, in amongst the high rises. The house is on stilts to keep things cooler (and so there’s somewhere for the chickens to go).
As it was our first day in France, we had a ‘typical’ French lunch. Moules et frites pour moi, and steak tartare for The Boy (note the artist’s palatte plate!).