It feels so strange to have the house all to myself and the brunch all to myself on a Sunday morning. While I am satisfied with 2 pieces of Hot and Spicy Spam and half a cup of rice, he always wants the full spread. Lechon, kinilaw, beef soup and seaweed one Sunday, home-made grilled pork belly, sinigang soup, veggies and noodles the next and squid, bangus, chorizo and blue marlin two Sundays after and so on. We usually eat leftovers the rest of the week. Hahahaha!
After countless Sunday feasts, today, my 2 pieces of spam were looking rather forlorn on the plate. Of course they still tasted yummy and I enjoyed devouring them while listening to the cheesiest music known to mankind. (I prepare my karaoke list every Sunday with these songs. Because I believe that Karaoke should be all about cheesy, outdated songs that when played in a different place at a different time, would give me the urge to pull my hair out or punch someone)
Anyhoo. Lonely weekend meals. The downside of living with someone whose profession calls for weekend work every now and then. At least I have the handymen fixing the neighbors’ rooftop for company. I can see them through the window over the sink. And they can see me. That’s why I am fully clothed.
