what more can i say... the way to a man's heart (and soul) is through food... food oh glorious food! the scene that i will always remember was when anton ego the critic tasted the ratatouille... oh, how true how true... nothing beats the familiarity of mother's cooking! the smell, the taste, the innocence, the house, the childhood... for that moment, i could almost feel the tears swelling in my eyes as i myself got transported to my kampong days... when my mum would shred fish meat and mix chopped chye sim into my rice, add a bit of soya sauce and... hmmm.... heavenly!well i guess sometimes, it is not so much wat one physically sees, tastes or feels, but rather the feelings and emotions the experience evokes that matters most.
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