beef noodles

When I was young, my parents would bring us to this beef noodles stall at beach road, fortnightly.

Because we did this so often, I can almost remember the sight, smell and taste of the beef noodles till this day.

The gravy was thick, gooey and dark in color. There were generous servings of beef in each bowl. There was a lot of crunch with the bean sprouts in them.

It looks nearly similar to the one in the photo here.

I’m not sure why, but I suddenly missed the beef noodles I savoured as a child. Maybe I miss being a young girl and how I eagerly waited for my parents to order that bowl of beef noodles for me.

Strangely, I stopped eating beef some years ago. Probably I felt eating beef is fattening and doesn’t help in my diet. I have this thought stuck on the top of my head that beef is hard to digest. Food that is hard to digest will stick onto my body as an extra piece of flesh.

People change with time. Preferences change. But family doesn’t change. =)