Waiter, There's a Hair in My Satay Kajang

Well, not in the satay, actually, in the nasi himpit!

Here's H holding up the said nasi himpit.


Eyeuw!

Coarse and short. I don't even want to start thinking which part of the body this hair came from. *uwerkkkk*

Lately Satay Samuri has been veryy disappointing to us. They've an outlet here in D'sara Utama and we buy from them a lot, especially if unexpected company appears. A few times the satay ayam were undercooked (still red and gooey!!), and once H even drove back to the shop to ask for replacement satays. And even the replacement satays were slightly undercooked! What the! Another time the maid and I ended up getting slight diarrhea from eating the satays.

You'd think we'd learned our lesson, eh? What can I say. There's no other decent satay place around the DU area. The satays in Uptown at night are as skinny as my index finger.

And now an icky hair in a piece of nasi himpit the maid was about to feed Gibran. Luckily Mummy has sharp eyes and spotted it. What can I say, my maid's eyesight is failing lah. Even when she measures water to make Gibran's milk, she holds up the cup up to the light like a scientist carrying out groundbreaking experiments. Hehehe.

So when you buy Satay Samuri, don't just pop em in your mouth without looking, okay?