I was immensely glad that after gym class, the man and I decided to head home for lunch. The weather turned dark and brooding, and the thunder crackled like crazy. Choya would have gone hysterical if we weren't home. She does much better with the thunder if both the man and I are home, and awake, and the sounds of the day allay her anxiety instead of having the quiet of the night amplify it.
Lunch wasn't too shabby anyway. It turned out pretty decent. We had leftover braised duck breast, ngoh hiang and pumpkin rice. I had bok choi in the fridge which wasn't difficult to fry up. Added eggs — did them sunny-side up with basil.
Choya had an egg too. Sketched out the yolk for her and kept the whites for her later meals in the night, and for tomorrow. She was too anxious to have lunch together with us. So she had hers slightly later when the thunder abated. She happily slurped up the yolk. Smol Girl was pleased that there was just light rain.
We eat out loads, but we are judicious about what we eat, to at least control the intake of sodium and cholesterol. But if you ask me, it's our volume of alcohol imbibed that we need to control. We also cook and eat at home, especially when we're in the mood for greens and Asian stir-fry vegetables done with only the slightest bit of salt and oil that no restaurant can replicate.
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