26 MARCH 2007. MONDAY. 09:21PM.

Nothing beats the feeling of feasting. I mean I think some battles could have been avoided if warring leaders could face each other over a scrumptious meal of crisp fragrant dosai and steamy hot butter chicken. By the end of the meal, everyone would be rolling out the door, well-fed and chirpy as nothing beats a full happy belly. After all it's my favourite week of my favourite month, there was plenty of feasting to be done. It started with Saturday brunch of hot coffee and eggs benedict with the girls, and with a side of afternoon shopping. That night I road tested my new baking pan (a gift from the girlies) and baked a banana cake which ended up doubling as a birthday cake for Sunday's birthday (not mine) BBQ. Sunday lunch was all grill and grease lamb chops and German sausages underneath a pagoda, under the watchful eye of a drooling labrador. Monday came with an invite for indian spice. My taste buds were celebrating the exotic aromas, the sugar and spice, and all things nice. Tonight I'm bellied up on the couch, well-fed and contented. And starring lovingly at my brand new self-love purchase over the weekend. WEEKEND PHOTOS HERE.