every time i'm home, i try to sneak into aoki for chirashi. used to find it harder to score a reso but it's become less challenging of late. a sign of the fad-y dining scene and people constantly in search of the next big thing? call me a creature of habit but oldies are goldies and i could eat the same thing day in and out. although my lunch companion did sniff that the chirashi was better at shiro, or somewhere else, i forget. but there was no raining on my parade and i was more than thrilled to have chirashi goodness for my last lunch in sg. it's the #firstworldproblem of how to space out my meals, dynamically optimising (new favourite word, thanks rui!) the little time i've back home.
because, really, all i want to do is while the time away with grandma. we sit quietly at the small marble table that's been in the family for ages. love how there's a more formal dining table that we almost never use and the whole family crowds round the small table in the corner. i look at her weathered hands playing solitaire and watch her rhythmically laying out the cards. it's stolen moments like this that i wish i could freeze forever, savouring every second just being in her presence, watching her go about her day, because i'm ever conscious that time is in short supply.
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