Cooked dinner last night for a group of dear, dear friends. One of them, F, was generous enough to open her kitchen for the afternoon/night, and certainly kind enough to be my food-washing/chopping minion of the day.
Clockwise from top left: fried sutchi fillets to be eaten with the mango salsa beside it, stir-fried chye sim with sliced calamari and shimeji mushrooms, sweet stir-fried pork ribs, and what was meant to be the piece de resistance of the meal - a Morrocan-inspired meatball stew with dropped eggs, inspired by / improvised from something I’d watched during one of my many long plane rides.

