Since I’ve been a bum, I’ve often found myself subconsciously singing to Johnny Gil’s Half Crazy song (Google it) at that part where the lyrics goes “[You] Know I’ve never been too good at cooking just for one, It’s so lonely here without you darling, Come back home, Coz I’m half-crazy …” because I have found myself often cooking just for one. But I wouldn’t say I’m not that good - maybe tamad, yes.

Today is one of those days. My choices were either go out and buy take out or cook. I didn’t feel like going out today so I rummaged through the freezer and found a healthy looking piece of chicken breast fillet.

This is what I came up with:

Herb Chicken on a bed of Arugula salad with a dash of Dijon
(and croutons to satisfy my RDA of carbs)

I might sound like patronizing my cooking too much, but this picture doesn’t even give justice to how it tasted. The moment the knife sliced through the chicken I could tell that it was going to be tender juicylicious. I felt a little guilty to wolf it down coz meals like these should be savored. Yuhm-meee!

And this is how it looked like a few mins after before I washed it off with a shot of Baileys on ice:

La dolce vita!