Fifteen years later found me renting a small flat for a week just outside of Ubd, in Bali. We'd hired a young lad to pick up breakfast and deliver it to us on his bike... usual fare would be nasi goreng (fried rice) which we would take on the patio, surrounded by rice paddies.

This morning was a good day, "got outta bed, dragged a comb across my head", called my wife down (she's not retired yet, lately working on some mind bending code debugging for wireless base stations), to my version of nasi goreng.

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We use chopsticks most of the time, in Bali it would be a fork.

Again, emptied the fridge of leftovers: rice, Ramen, mackerel from Portugal; plus one egg, one small onion, cilantro, garlic, small sweet peppers, a blend of Indian spices and hot chili sauce from south east asia... and Chinese spiced peanuts to garnish!

I guess its no surprise that I live smack in the middle of Chinatown!