Mostly we eat, occasionally we fall off a cliff

From this blog, it looks like pretty much all we do is eat. And after we eat, we eat some more. Which isn't too far from the truth! But once in a while we get out. This shot of me falling off a cliff was taken by our future-MBA friend Sandra, who paid us a visit en route from San Francisco to Maastricht (Netherlands). A very slight detour, no doubt, but I'd like to think she found the trip worthwhile. So there we were in the Dandenongs, on a lovely spring day when tragedy struck. But I lived to tell the tale... looks pretty convincing, doesn't it. All offers and scripts for Hollywood roles can be emailed to wongfn71@yahoo.com. Don't call me, I'll call you.

Unsung hero

It goes brilliantly with instant noodles at 3am. In fact it goes brilliantly with pretty much anything. In fact I’d add it to almost everything if I was allowed to. In fact I’ve taken to eating it as a snack all by itself, to Babes’ utter disgust. What is it? Fried onions, that’s what. Or shallots, to some people. Why buy it in tiny plastic bags when you can buy a giant plastic tub? YUM! And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes this tribute to one of the great unsung heroes of modern cuisine. May fried onions forever be available at Asian food stores all across the world.

Brunch at a tram station

Take a Melbourne tram station. Add a view of Albert Park. Then order oven-baked corn fritters and Genovese coffee. Sit and wait, with the Herald Sun and The Age, and Sandra who's en route from San Francisco to Maastricht to do her MBA. Oh and a cafe-full of funky people for company. That's Mart 130 in Middle Park. Food comes, gets devoured, wish Babes was with us but she's off to yoga. Never mind, I'll bring her some other time. Billiam and Joose, you guys are coming too! PS. How come their Genovese coffee tastes better than my Genovese coffee? Hmm...