fried rice sat down to eat a plate of fried rice in the morning, realised that it has been a while since i ate this particular flavour of fried rice,
its ingredients will never survive a health inspector's critical eye, but it's made up of all the good things in life - bits of leftover beef rendang, bits of egg here and there (from the egg salad we had the night before), huge amounts of onions which i hate, but i'm told, a necessary part of the fried rice experience, some bits of fish and fishcake from the innner depths of the freezer where no one bothered to clean out since january,

not forgetting an extra large mug of milo with floating congealed chunks of milo and condensed milk

if that is not heaven on a plate, i don't know what is,

then again, i know, there's nothing special about fried rice, any housewife, auntie, nsmen worth his.her salt knows how to conjure up a mean mixture of rice, oil and bits of meat and veges,

but the divine feeling comes not from the meal itself, but from the memories of eating the same food as a child, when i opened my mouth wide open in anticipation of the next spoonful of rice from my mother, and then chewing it fast so that i can have the next one in double quick time (this explains my waistline in the past, but that's another story)

everyone has their own comfort food - might be salsa flavoured potato chips at night just before bed, or triple chocolate chip cookies and milk or saltine crackers and hot soup, ( i like all of these too)

but in the words of dick lee, maybe not even the exact words, i prefer to live in my own "fried rice paradise"  ¶ 11:10 pm