There weren’t many better ways to end the lazy Sunday that was than with a BBQ. On the menu: honey-marinated chicken wings, lamb-chops with garlic and ginger, curry-marinated steaks (surprisingly good – Uncle Alex was trying out a new recipe), and good ol’ prawns.

How do you know if it’s a Malaysian (or Singaporean) BBQ? When there’s a big tub of sambal belacan on the table.

Here’s some family snapshots. Dad in white, Uncle Alex and Aunty Judy; cousin Reugan.

My brother Marvin and cousin Reucas.

Mom and Snoop.

Another one of Snoop – angling for some carniverous action.

There were beer and red wine. I had both. I was warm and fuzzy the rest of the night.



The simple things in life are really the best.