See you there!
I’m the head chef in my own head 🙂
I eat cakes and dessert first, then hit the main course, IF there’s plenty of room left in my stomach.
I’m 64, married, always a student of life, live in a retarded country called Indonesia –but we have the best food in the world, you know like brain curry and fried intestines–, in its capital city that is more like a dirty flooded-every-year giant village, Jakarta. Don’t take me wrong, my love for Indonesia goes way beyond bashing.
I have an extremely small humble kitchen (you’ll be surprised to see how small it is) that serves me alright and keeps me happy from time to time.
Basically, I’m just a slave of Allah trapped in my sins, strugglingly repent each step of the way, paving my way to jannah, ’til the day I die.
Feeling generous? Reach me at to ask me out for a nice late lunch or early dinner in town. I’m a fun eating partner.
Feeling cheap? Visit my daily blog and drop me a sarcastic comment. Hey, it’s the least you can do as a cheap person.
Finally, welcome to my kitchen, my happy place. Where food must taste as good as it looks, if not better. All baked with love and passion. Excitement and dedication. For the sake of exploring. For the love of baking.
Umm.. I’m not 64 yet. But by claiming the number I don’t have to worry about updating my age until I am actually 64. You know, like the song. Btw, have you realized this blog is officially moved? What are you doing here?