Food.

Anyone who knows me well, knows how much I love food, and how much I can actually inhale in a seating.

So much such that, if I leave food for you, it means that I pretty much see you as part of family, or you’re merely an acquaintance who might be shocked at the amount I eat.

It has been over a year(?), since I last had McSpicy. It’s probably my favorite item on the menu together with spicy nuggets. So I happily convinced my parents to eat junk with me.

In usual fashion, I over order. I want the table to be filled with food. To me, food equals to love, and for me to put food on the table, it means I’m putting my love on the table.

I want it to be overwhelmed with love.