I had Vietnamese pho today for lunch. And wine.
Enviously watching Vietnamese women elegantly eating the soup with chopsticks and a spoon while animatedly arguing about something.
I eat it western-style, like a pasta dish and with a fork. Still it splatters everywhere. And there was wine. Which always makes me want more wine.
Now I am settled on the couch with the vague hint of chilli and cinnamon on my breath.
Terminally tired. From … Continue Reading