Of heritage, comfort food and being Malaysian

THERE is only one thing worse than having a wife who can cook but won’t and that’s having a wife who can’t cook but will.

As you may have guessed my wife belongs to the former category but, in her defence, I hasten to add that in her previous job, she was generally too busy and now, with our daughter away, it’s generally a pain to have to cook for just two people. So we usually eat out.