Still In A Dry Spell

Writing used to be as simple as breathing for me. I could just type whatever and it made some sort of literary sense. Now, it's gone. I don't know how or what to write anymore. Maybe it's the two-years stuck in med school where i had no time to write, no time to read books by the dozen, no English classes to force me to write great things. Disuse atrophy.

So... since I've got nothing better to do, I might as well post more pictures of food. For merienda, I had a cup of mint coffee and kamote drowned in butter.

I bought the coffee* at a supermarket in Singapore last April. It's lost some of its flavor since then, but it's still good coffee. It's the last batch of coffee left here so I guess I'll buy new coffee for Christmas. The dried mint I found lying around. I think it's been here for more than 2 years now.

Kamote, fresh from the fire.

The final product... very flatulent!

At this rate, I'll end up blogging a food diary.

*Folger's coffee, dark roast