fried rice paradise

For some strange reason today, I felt like cooking. Nevermind if I don't have my usual host of spices, sauces, pots and knives with me. I just felt like eating rice.

While cooking, I made a cuppa, which obviously I didn't finish. So I left it. So there I was, happily chopping, dicing, oil in pan, frying.

After some 20 minutes later, the fried rice was done. I sat down with one teaspoon (my own cutlery are still on their way to me), shoving fried rice into my mouth.

Then sipping coffee with fried rice.

I have turned into one of those old folks at kopitiams who have their lunches with a hot beverage.

Another mortifying moment was when I started clearing my drawer of plastic bags, and started folding them into triangles. Exactly how my mom would have done it.

You know how people always go -- You have your dad in you, your mom in you. I am turning into an old person. There, epiphany for the day.