Fried pork belly isn’t the most healthy of things, but it’s so good. There’s a Filipino dish called Lechon Kawali and it’s as unhealthy as it sounds. I’m hungry just thinking about it.
Ekko tends to throw up with bad spells. Yuck. So I have to do all the smelly stuff. She doesn’t even like putting dishes in the dishwasher. That’s okay. She cooks for me.
I’m losing track of time! Good grief! And the transcript won’t match the letters of Ekko’s “AAHHH”‘s exactly. I don’t know how to show they are getting louder with each panel.
This house has cups littered about the house, all filled with liquids of one sort or another. I don’t drink old coffee though. Unless it still has some left-over Baileys in it.
I don’t need to make myself smoothies though. There are enough mangoes to last us for a few days. Sadly, we are getting low on the mango supply. Ekko eats them too! Why is she eating my mangoes?!