Lips' Cafe

Lips was so excited about cooking dinner for me. At various points of the week she would check with me what I'd like to eat and whether I would prefer pasta or chips. And then later on, it was a choice between pesto and some other type of cooking pasta. For me, it was such a sweet thing for anyone to offer to cook for me that anything goes. Really.

However, the cookout day finally arrived and I started getting worried. Firstly, I already had a hefty lunch at the Jap restaurant on that very day itself. Secondly, I had salivated over and been brainwashed by the photos of over 10 lovely and dazzling Jap dishes. After sorting out and editing the mouth-watering photos, I suddenly felt apprehensive about the home-cooked dinner ahead. Would I be able to express adequate appreciation towards my dear friend who had laboured over the stove for me that night? By adequate appreciation I am referring to finishing my portion to the very last morsel and having the appropriate esctatic facial expressions to accompany it.

I pushed such trepidition away as I made my way to her abode. It's been a while since we last met face to face. I was looking forward to a guaranteed time of warm fellowship ahead. She greeted at the door beaming brightly and the sight that greeted me blew me away.

Frankly, I was expecting this:

Instead, I got this:

Times like this, I wished I brought my baby with me!

My jaw dropped to the ground. Had I just stepped into the latest cafe in town?? Her hubby EC and mom were already wolfing down the sumptious spread. Chicken breast meat tightly rolled with ham, fettucini pesto ala Lips and salad with grapes got my stomach growling ferociously and I soon joined the merry party. Needless to say, I had no problems at all expressing the appropriate appreciation for the fantastic meal. Not a single morsel left on my plate - nor the others, I noticed.

So errrrr, Lips... when are you cooking again ar?