The pictures I took of the food are terrible. But it was really good. My mum hates almost all non-Indian Asian food, for a reason I cannot comprehend. Something about a smell that she finds so vague that it is nauseating. I think I love that smell. Which means that my dad and I, who do not get to eat very spicy things often (as she also hates spicy), go out for Vietnamese/Thai food around the corner. And it is so nice, especially because it is different from the usually more Chinese-inspired restaurant in the Netherland,s which are also nice but I love and adore home-made Thai curry paste and they do a great one there. When I’ve been there, I always want to go back the next day because I already miss it. My dad had some dead crab, that was lovely but apparently crab is better when not overpowered by chili. I had some spicy silken tofu that I already bored you with ages ago and that I have not managed to recreate, which annoys me to no end. I want that tofu (at home), and I want it now. I wore this outfit before dressing up to go out to dinner, and the combo of the tiger top with the red thingy is really nice because it turns out that there’s red in the tiger top.