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Day Seven

And on the seventh day they were allowed a treat! A well deserved one at that. They definitely make sure that you are completely ready for this treat cause we had lemon tea for breakfast and steak and mango for lunch. So for supper we were allowed to have whatever you want. Tell me, after a week of gagging on tomatoes and the smell of boiled egg, what would you want for a treat?

All the meals went through our minds, Spur burgers, Tim Tams, Avalanches, Casareccio's pizza's, Deez chili poppers, Simply Asia Peanut dish, spaghetti, nachos... you name it, we spoke about it, but in the end it was a mutual decision to stick with our first idea of the best Massaman Curry from Thai cafe.

Well, that meal didn't stand a chance, before it had settled on my place mat, I had finished it. One word, AMAZING. I wont lie, it felt good eating it, but also felt like we had earned it. which is good i guess. Anyway, don't think the scale will like us much tomorrow, but right now, I don't care so much. I have a big smile on my face and my tummy is nice and full.
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Anonymous said…
Best curry of my life!! Nom nom :) only 6 more days to go! Woo hoo! Past the halfway mark suze, no turning back now :) x
19 March 2012 at 07:56
Anonymous said…
ps: silly google isn't working out so well for me today. This anonymous is suze original :) hee hee
19 March 2012 at 07:58
Suze said…
I don't think another curry will ever taste as good as last night's did. Good job Suze Original. We past half way!
19 March 2012 at 09:41
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