When I got back from the States, my mom told me that I’m kinda plump/chubby. Yeah, it’s no mystery… I was a food writer in New York and on top of that, I loved food so much that I ate out whenever I could. A week ago I was unpacking my bags in the living room and she picked up one of my blouses, jokingly frowned and said, “This is so tiny. Are you sure you can fit into it?”
And today she baked little blueberry cheese tarts that I’ve missed so much since I’ve been out of Malaysia. Seriously! *reaches for another tart* I’ll worry about that later and maybe hit the gym tomorrow. But when in doubt, have dessert first.