(L) Confit de Canard
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had dinner at Petite Cuisine at Serene Centre. I had Confit de Canard, rather addicted to it actually. I rarely like duck. but anyway it’s just so good a recipe. crispy duck leg with that gratin. oh i love that sliced potatos with the sauce. argh. at least it wasn’t like 15€ this time. it just is so nice.
had ice cream too. i suppose my tongue still misses Amorino. i miss the dark solid rich flavours, i miss the sorbets, the fruits. creamy icecreams just isn’t so nice. ah heck im a chocolate anti-oreo person. i still dont understand all this oreo madness silliness. i mean, it’s poor quality chocolate-ish american fad. there’s tons of richer heavenlier more sinful chocolate around that makes oreo taste like trash. well of course they’re more interested in oreoing than chocolating. heck. every icecream maker should make proper chocolate icecream. it’s my benchmark. i suppose you can also use vanilla, the other ubiquitous flavour. oddly i couldn’t taste the teh tarik flavour, bah.
and then after that i walked the wrong direction to take 151. cursing for walking the wrong long way. then i saw BTC go towards Law, and ting!, ah hah i can take BTC back to kent ridge. woopee. which was what i did. anyway the next 151 hasn’t arrived yet. yay. can’t believe i still have the chance to take BTC.
i spent > 1hr listening to repeats of James Blunt’s Carry You Home.
as usual, listen to it on youtube.
i love it, love the tune, love the high pitch, love the guitar, love the twisted sadness, love the dejection, love the painful fate, love the futility, the Ending…
As strong as you were, tender you go.
I’m watching you breathing for the last time.
A song for your heart, but when it is quiet,
I know what it means and I’ll carry you home.
I’ll carry you home.