Glutton

So, we went to Station One cafe opposite Leisure Mall, Cheras and had quite a heavy dinner. The hubs, me and Kenzie boy. (Baby G was at my parents', just in case you are wondering).

We ordered:

1) A pumpkin soup

2) Salmon steak for the hubs

3) Cheesy chicken maryland for me

4) Salmon spaghetti for Kenzie boy (he could wallop almost 3/4 of the portion)

5) Fried mantou in Szechuan gravy

6) Sausage platter

*#5 & #6 are for sharing

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I am a big eater. I can eat you too if possible. Ooops, what did I just say? Chisin. 

But really, I am a glutton. Everyone who knows me know I eat a lot. I can eat 3-4 people's share, alone. Of course when I go out for lunch with colleagues during working days, I only order one portion for myself. I have to pretend to look pretty in front of them, yes? 

But if I eat out with the hubs in a kopitiam or any char-chan-teng, here are what we will usually order: Beef noodles for him, cheese baked rice for myself, another chicken chop for sharing, one wanton soup (or fried wanton/sui kow), french toast (with peanut butter, honey & butter drizzled on top), oohh and maybe one egg&ham sandwich or a pork burger. I think that's about it.

And if he is full and doesn't want to touch a single thing anymore after he finishes his noodles, I can wallop EVERYTHING by myself, no joke.  

Oohh, should I tell you too that I can eat 30 pieces of Ikea meatballs at one go? You know, the beef meatballs with brown gravy and a dollop of jam, served with fries, in Ikea? Yes, I can eat 30 pieces of balls. Plus fish & chips. Plus maybe 3-4 chicken wings. Lastly, a Daim cake (you can't get anywhere else but Ikea).    

Burrrpppp.