Last laksa and durians

For my last supper here I had one last bowl of Siam Laksa, which is as close to heaven as one can get, at least before one develops the taste for the devine durian, which I have done with a vengeance! I even love the smell, and we went over to visit Chandra's nephew and family where they had tupperware containers full of variations of durians from a friend's farm; they were all different in taste and texture, and ALL were heavenly, sweet creaminess on a seed, or as I remembered it from a few years ago, creme brule on a seed! Oh, yum. The other photo is one of their little girls who has a rambutan in her mouth and is about to dig into a piece of durian; SHE gets it!

I am sad to leave my friends but happy to come home to the my very own children, Shadow, the Wissahickon, my wonderful neighbors and good friends. One last image I have added that I have tried to put into the blog several times; I don't know whether it ever got here, but because I am mad for the blue tint, here it is.