It’s the last supper! Well, at least it is at our pal Simone’s apartment. Tomorrow we’re moving to a hostel in the city so we have more space for the four of us to sleep, and Simone insisted on making us a home-cooked meal. She says she wants to be a “yummy mummy,” as sexy Australian housewives like to call themselves.
I should have been born a dude because the way to my heart is definitely through my stomach. After chowing on Simone’s juicy roast chicken, broiled pumpkin wedges and stewed veggies, I was ready to get down on one knee. Tonight’s dinner was one of the best home-cooked meals I’ve ever had the privilege of inhaling (except, of course, for yours Mom!).