RMCO Day 52 ~ Friday, 31 July 2020

Today is Hari Raya Haji holiday and we had lunch at Restaurant Saikee @ Lorong Syed Putra Kiri.


Sweet and sour pork (Gu Lou Yoke), spinach in superior soup with homemade fish paste (my favorite!),  steamed 3-variety eggs, fried Seabass with fermented black bean and steamed chicken with minced garlic and scallions.

The last time we dined at this restaurant was 7 months ago, in December 2019 with my parents.  Today we were seated at the same table as we did on that fateful evening in December 2019. We even ordered the same dishes as that evening. Part way through having our dinner that fateful evening, hubs received a call from my elder brother who was driving from Singapore to KL.   My brother had met with an accident and an ambulance was called to bring the entire family to the hospital in Seremban. We lost our appetite after that call, rushed off our dinner to rush home, hubs showered and rushed to the hospital in Seremban with my younger brother. What an eventful evening it was for us and thank God my brother and his 3 small kids were unharmed, except for my sil who had a cut on her forehead.

After lunch at Saikee, hubs bought these mini tartlets from Encore Patisserie for dessert:

After I’d posted the photo of these tartlets on Facebook, some of my friends thought that they were baked by our baking queen as she’d baked similar tarts recently😁.   These super tiny tartlets cost a whopping RM5 each (which is just 2 tiny mouthfuls) and the bigger normal size tarts cost RM10 each!

Dinner was chicken bolognese and lemang from hubby’s shop:

This is my kind of holiday, a day that I don’t have to clean up after the in-house chef cooks.  I really need many, many days like this to rest and heal my painful right wrist and Carpal Tunnel Syndrome right hand!  No amount of physiotherapy or deep heat rubbing would help if my poor right hand keeps exerting itself through cleaning, mopping (culprit!), washing bathrooms (holding the toilet brush is another culprit!) and carrying heavy pails of laundry 😢.  Any activity that requires turning my wrist is an agony.  And if only there’s someone to open the door for me, life would be just a little sweeter for me. I’m sure those who suffer the same fate as me would know the pain when turning the darn door knob — the electric shock that sparks from the wrist up to the arm!! ☠️



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