Doo wa diddee

What is surely a recipe for disaster is actually coming along quite nicely, after a bumpy beginning.

It's nice.

I like the word nice. It says so much, yet gives away so little.

Of course, knowing us (and especially knowing you), this can only eventually end in tears. And probably mine at that.

But just as I know that Habibs will eventually kill me, I still indulge from time to time (or maybe more than that).

You're charcoal chicken to me.

Just hold the garlic sauce.